Pleasure with My Godfather

Chapter 7

"AMBER GEL, YOU’RE CRAZY!" I almost wanted to pull my own hair out because of what just came out of my mouth. I don’t know what went through my head at that moment, or why I said something like that to Godfather Nick. Fortunately, it seemed like he didn’t catch onto my silliness.

It was as if I had implied I was interested in seeing my Godfather’s... "thing" again. I’m not a child anymore, after all. Because of that, I barely paid any attention to him until we reached the grocery store.

The cart was filled with dish soap, bar soap, shampoo, and toothpaste, since Godfather Nick had already picked up plenty of canned goods.

He also grabbed a jar of chocolate spread, which made me really happy, especially since he chose the expensive brand. He even picked up several bags of snacks that weren't even on my list.

"Go ahead and get whatever you need, baby," Godfather urged, so I picked up some sanitary pads and conditioner. After that, we made our way to the fruit section.

He was practically ready to take every single kind of fruit, so I couldn't help but speak up.

"Godfather, isn't this too much? These aren't even on the list," I said, hesitating a bit but still managing to call him out.

"It’s okay, baby. Besides, there are two of us eating, and some of this is for your Dad, too. Plus, fruit is good for the body."

"If you say so, Godfather, but I want some bananas," I added. He nodded immediately, moved over to the bananas, and started picking some out.

"The bananas here are so big; the ones at the market are so small," I commented.

"Are these big already? My banana is bigger than that, baby."

"Huh? You have bananas, Godfather?" I asked curiously. He just smirked, grabbed a bunch, and started pushing the cart again. It had gotten quite heavy, so he took over the steering.

"We don't have any bananas at home," I muttered, scratching my nose as I followed him. "By the way, Godfather, I didn't see any loofahs earlier," I reminded him as we approached the counter. That was the only thing left unmarked on my list.

"Never mind that, I prefer your hands," he whispered, which made the hair on my arms stand up. I was left speechless.

I really feel like Godfather is flirting with me intensely.

After we finished shopping, we left the groceries in the car. Godfather then took me to a Japanese restaurant in the mall for lunch.

It was a good thing Mimi and I had practiced using chopsticks, so I wouldn’t embarrass myself in front of Godfather Nick.

While we were eating the various Japanese dishes he ordered, I noticed two women at the next table who kept glancing in Godfather Nick’s direction. I couldn't help but look back at them. I wanted to give them a dirty look, but I figured that would be rude. Besides, what right did I have to be angry at other women for liking my Godfather? I just turned my attention back to my food.

It seemed one of the women couldn't help herself because she eventually approached our table. I looked up at her and couldn't hide my frown.

"Hello, Sir," she greeted Godfather Nick, acting all cute. Her hair was a bit curly, and she was pretty, but her lipstick was way too thick.

Godfather glanced at her. "Yes?" he asked with a formal expression.

"I’m Lorie Ann, remember me? I'm the daughter of Mayor Val Rodrigo," the woman introduced herself proudly. "We met—"

"I don’t remember," Godfather Nick replied bluntly to the woman in red lipstick. I saw her turn red from embarrassment. "And I am with someone," Godfather added, glancing at me briefly before looking back at her.

"I see. Is she your sister?" she pried. It seemed she didn't want to give up and really wanted his attention.

"She’s my date," Godfather answered without hesitation.

My face heated up, and I stared at him in shock. At that point, the woman seemed completely humiliated and stomped away.

"Oh, Godfather, why did you say that?" I scolded him softly, despite the secret thrill I felt. I knew he only did it to get rid of the woman who was interested in him.

"Ignore her. It’s true that you are my date. Just eat so we can go home," he commanded, and I obeyed immediately.

When we arrived at the Villa, Godfather carried the two boxes of groceries we had bought. I couldn't help but stare at the muscles flexing in his arms.

"I'll take care of this, Godfather. You should go rest," I said, trying to shoo him away. But he wouldn't be stopped, so we worked together to unpack the groceries. I also started arranging the fruit in the fruit basket.

Rich people really are different—having a fruit basket even when it’s not New Year's. For my Dad and me, we only have lots of oranges and apples on the table during the holidays.

"The bananas won't fit in the basket, Godfather," I remarked. "They’re just too big," I added as I took one piece. I didn't know what kind of banana it was; I just knew it was a banana.

"Wow, this is so sweet," I said after taking a large bite. But I stopped when I realized Godfather was staring at me.

I gave him a hesitant smile while I continued to chew. He didn't look angry that I was eating the bananas; after all, I was the one who requested them.

"So, you like bananas, baby?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh, yes. Sometimes I eat them with rice or dip them in peanut butter," I told him proudly. "But you said, Godfather, that your banana is bigger than this, but we don't have any bananas here at the house," I pointed out while peeling the fruit and taking another bite.

"My banana? My banana never runs out, and it's harder than that," he said with a smirk that made me knit my brows.

"Then your banana must be unripe, Godfather," I replied between chews. "You can't eat it yet."

"It tastes better when it's hard," he answered seriously.

"Well, where is your banana?"

"There’s a price if you want to see my banana again," he answered nonchalantly.

"Have I seen his banana before? Godfather is acting crazy," I thought to myself as I finished eating.

"A price just for a banana? You're being dramatic, Godfather," I said while chewing.

"Of course. Your eyes might even roll back because of my banana," Godfather Nick said with a mischievous grin. Then, without another word, he turned his back and walked away.

"Whatever, Godfather," I muttered, shaking my head as I went back to organizing the groceries.

Since it was still early, I took out the beef I needed to cook for dinner. Godfather had mentioned we would have wine tonight.

I went up to my room in the extension to change into some loose clothes. Since the extension room had its own bathroom, I decided to take a shower as well.

I was only wrapped in a towel when I stepped out of the bathroom, so I was shocked when Godfather suddenly entered my room through the door connecting to his suite.

To my surprise, I almost screamed, but I didn't move from where I stood. I was frozen, staring at Godfather Nick’s masculine physique. He was topless and looked like he was sweating.

"I'm sorry, baby. I was about to shower, and I was wondering if you could scrub my back again," he requested, his throat moving as he stared at me.

"O-okay," I replied. He seemed to snap out of it, said his goodbyes, and left. I could feel my face burning because he had seen me like that. Yes, I like him, but it was embarrassing to be seen with only a towel on.

I took several deep breaths before hurriedly getting dressed. Then, I headed to Godfather’s room through the extension door. The lock was only on his side of the door.

The bathroom door was open, so I called out to him over the sound of the rushing shower.

"Come in, baby," I heard Godfather Nick invite me. He turned off the shower head and was relaxing in the tub. I couldn't stop staring; he looked so hot with his body soaking wet from the shower.

"Come here, baby," Godfather urged, his eyes fixed on my face.

I swallowed hard before taking a step. I walked carefully toward him, but the look in his eyes made the hair on my neck stand up.

"You said earlier that you're not a child anymore, didn't you?" he said seriously, never taking his eyes off me as he reached his hand out—a silent, inviting gesture.

"I... I’m not," I answered, stuttering. It was as if my hand had a mind of its own as I reached out and took his palm.

"Then, join me here and scrub my body with your sexy hands, baby Amber," Godfather rasped, making my throat dry and my heart race.

I stared at him for a moment.

I was torn about how to respond. If I refused, I might miss another chance. But if I agreed, I wasn't sure what would happen next or if it was the right decision.

At that thought, I swallowed hard.

"Do you agree, baby? You can see my banana if you say yes," Godfather Nick urged seductively.

Suddenly, I felt more excited than ever to see this "banana" he was talking about.