One Night Stand with My Husband's Brother

CHAPTER 3

We arrived in front of my building in no time. He got out of the car and opened the door for Susan, who got out with Giovanni's support. Then he opened my door and carried me in his arms again, showing that he would take me to my apartment. The doorman looked at him with surprise, and I was quite surprised too, as it had been a long time since anyone had carried me so lovingly.

We got in the elevator, and I already had the impression that he must work out every single day because he made me feel as light as a feather. Susan pressed the buttons for both floors; hers was before mine. She got off without saying a word, just giving me a wink that meant more than any words my friend might want to say. The elevator continued to ascend, just like my desire for Giovanni. We exited the elevator and headed to my door, where he stopped and asked:

"Is anyone home?"

"No... I live alone," I replied, thankful for that. Surely, no one would ruin our night. "Could you put me down? I need to open the door..."

"Give me the key, and I'll open it for you," Giovanni replied. I sighed deeply and handed him my key, which he easily used to open the door even with me in his arms. We entered my apartment, which, fortunately, was tidy. I was ready to be placed on the couch when he asked, "Where is your bedroom?"

I smiled at him and pointed to the end of the hallway. Upon reaching my room, he put me on the bed and took off my high heels, carefully placing them beside my bed. He adjusted my pillow and smiled at me. His breath intoxicated me... his face so close to mine made me seriously consider taking the initiative...

"Do you have an ice pack?" Giovanni asked, stepping away.

"In the freezer," I replied.

He left the room calmly, leaving me with my thoughts. At that moment, I knew that anything could happen. Who goes to someone else's bedroom without any ulterior motives? I could stop everything right there, but how long had it been since I had such a man in my home, in my bed...? How long had it been since I had a little tension release? I convinced myself that I deserved to have s*x on the first date without any judgment. Even if he didn't call afterward or didn't stay at my place. It didn't matter; all I wanted was one night to cherish in my memories.

He returned with the ice pack and placed it on my ankle, but to tell the truth, I no longer felt any pain. I guess it was the effect of alcohol in my bloodstream, but it was wonderful to see Giovanni taking such good care of me. He looked at my face and gave me a sweet smile.

"I think this will help a bit, but promise me you'll see a doctor tomorrow, okay?" he asked, with a serious air.

"I promise," I replied, extending my hand to him. Giovanni approached, touched my hair and my face, and I couldn't take it anymore, so I took the initiative and kissed him. At first, Giovanni accepted the advance and got into the mood. But I felt that something was wrong; his hands were motionless, and it didn't take long for him to stop kissing me.

"Look, I need to use your bathroom," he said, stepping back. He put his hands in his pockets and asked, "May I...?"

"Sure," I said, then I realized that he seemed hesitant to look at me. I pointed to the bathroom in my room. "Excuse me," he said, heading toward the bathroom.

As soon as he closed the door, I put my hand over my mouth, breathing heavily to check my breath. Who knows if that's what made him run to the bathroom? I let my hair down from its bun, letting it fall on my shoulders. I looked at my black dress and had doubts: Should I take it off or not? I felt that if I did, my intentions would be quite explicit, maybe even scare him away. Maybe he didn't like women taking the initiative. However, what would he think if I kept wearing my work dress? Maybe that's what made him run to the bathroom. So lost in these thoughts, I felt my eyelids heavy, as if I could fall asleep at any moment. I realized that my whole body was begging for a good night's sleep, but I resisted. I wanted to wait for him to come out of the bathroom. I have no idea how long he stayed in there, but the last image I have is of the bathroom door opening... After that, everything was pitch black.

***

I struggled to open my eyes, which seemed to have been glued shut the night before. I felt an extra weight on my ankle and then turned towards it: there was an ice pack strapped to it. I looked at my bedside clock and saw that it was ten in the morning. My head was pounding so much that I promised myself I would never take another drop of alcohol. Then I lifted my blanket and realized I was wearing my pink nightgown... I don't remember changing clothes... just like I couldn't remember what happened after the bathroom door opened...

"Good morning," Giovanni said behind me.

I closed my eyes, praying that he was dressed, but then I prayed that he wasn't. Then I started praying that he wouldn't ask if last night was good. I turned around with my eyes closed, a faint smile, and undoubtedly a wrinkled face.

"You can open your eyes, Mia. I'm dressed," he said.

I opened my eyes, and he looked impeccable in his gray suit. Exactly as he was in the bar, much to my disappointment. But then the doubt came: if I was in my nightgown, what happened?

"Don't worry, nothing happened between us. I just changed your clothes and let you sleep," Giovanni said, showing some nervousness. He looked at my face, which showed all my disappointment and continued, "Not that you weren't desirable... you're beautiful... you have a great body... you're kind... and for sure, any man would love to be in my place... It's just that..."

"You're too much of a gentleman to take advantage of a lady... And there wasn't any chemistry between us... you're too good for me and all those excuses you guys give when you don't like the girl because she drank too much the night before, instead of being the submissive girl you're used to picking up at the club. You know what? I don't care about you, and I didn't even want anything to happen," I said irritably.

Not that I wanted him to take advantage, but I knew that look of pity he was giving me, which irritated me.

"Anyway, whatever excuse you have to offer me, rest assured that I've heard it all in my life."

"I'm gay," he said bluntly.