The beautiful lover of the Gangster.

(3)Tempted

It was really clear that August lived traumatized and insecure, he was afraid that they would suddenly abandon him like his mother did. So I was grateful that they had taken him away from England. I don't think that place is good for him.

I entered the room, bumping into the little boy dressed in black sports clothing. It was something he loved and his father supported. The little boy was very calm looking at a book with pictures.

-Hello. –I greeted him with a big smile.

When the little boy saw me he couldn't believe it, it was as if I were an apparition to him. He gets up from his little panda chair, hesitant, not knowing if he can run over to me and hug me.

–Do you want to hug me? –When the boy heard me, he started running until he reached me, hugging me so tightly that I thought he would take my breath away.

-What are you doing here? –He asks me, touching my face with his small hands, while he smiles, showing me his small teeth.

–I came to play with you. –I commented in a funny tone.

-To play? –He asks with such deep happiness.

The little one took my hand and took me to his play area. The toys were arranged perfectly, just as they looked like they were new.

–Don't you play with these toys? –I asked him while we were playing with some bears and other modern toys.

–No, I don't have anyone to play with. –He answers me simply.

I can't deny that I felt sorry for the little one.

–And what do you do for fun? –I asked, while he looked at him carefully.

–I read or spend time with Mary. –He tells me, he is very focused on building a castle for the bears. The little one had quite mature tendencies, while he played very cleanly, he didn't like having things lying on the floor that he wasn't going to use.

After finishing playing, I invited him to do some exercises, to find out his level of knowledge, surprising me to see that he was even ahead. Preschool children hardly ever leave school reading while he was in second grade and mastered reading easily. He knew numbers and could count up to thirty, while he could write a few words other than his full name. I was fascinated by the boy, I even got to see him in third grade instead of second.

–Before coming to America, where did you study? –I asked him while he saw him coloring a drawing which came with numbers. It was quite difficult for some children to know the numbers, but for him, it was not impossible.

–At first, I was in a school. –The child is well-concentrated on the drawing, he does not stop looking at it while he speaks. –But the kids bothered me, so my dad hired a teacher, but I didn't like her. –He showed me a face of disapproval.

-Why not? –Run a hand through his black hair so that I could see his face. When I touched him, his eyes opened. Suddenly, I thought that my touch had bothered him, but he looked at me.

–The teacher scolded me a lot. –He pouts a little, to which I immediately hug him tightly. The little boy rests his chin on my shoulder. –My dad saw her yell at me and ran her away. –I sighed deeply since this child had been through a lot.

–I won't yell at you, I will only tell you when you do something that is not right. Okay? –I promised him while he looked at him attentively. The little one stared at me for a moment, trying to identify my gestures.

–Can I hug you again? –He asks me shyly.

I just smiled and hugged him with all my might, promising in my mind that I would take care of him. This child was a diamond, which must be carefully cared for and polished.

The afternoon passed as quickly as a breath, so I finished my evaluation at eight-thirty at night. I left the room towards the hall to leave, since I thought that Leonardo was no longer at home, but when I was about to take my jacket, I found a voice that was becoming more and more common.

–Are you leaving without saying goodbye? –I turned around, to see that model who called himself a businessman. I couldn't deny that every time I saw him, he was even more handsome in my eyes.

–I'm sorry, I just thought you'd gone.

–With you at home? Believe me, I won't go anywhere. –He walks with his heavy feet towards me, while my heart pounds. –Tell me, what did you think of my son? –Asks inches from me, I just swallowed when I saw his pale skin making his features even more delicate than they were.

–I would like to give you my opinion.

–Then we will talk about my studies. –He steps aside to let me pass. I walked to his studio with my heart pounding. I was nervous, since his way of being was quite striking. When he is in the study, the man closes the door and locks it, then walks to his chair.

–So what did he see in my son? –He intertwined his hands and fingers while he leaned his elbows on the desk.

–Let me tell you that August is a brilliant child. I believe that August could be a genius, and we can even level it up.

But his father refused.

–I don't want to put pressure on my son. –Which I took in a good way, since it is an intelligent decision, considering that August is a child sensitive to changes.

-I understand. –I nodded my head. –But I could also notice some tendencies that are not typical of his age. August tends not to mess up anything, just as he tends to question and doubt everything he does. He knows too many things, but he holds on not to behave like a child.

Leonardo closes his eyes a little worried.

–But that could be because of the upbringing he was given. Maybe he is just orderly.

–My son was raised very well, but I hate that he behaves like an adult. I want my son to enjoy himself like every child, to get dirty, to play, and most of all, to be happy. –His dismay was real. I could see it in his eyes, full of long eyelashes.

-Me too. –I murmured without thinking, which made our gazes intertwine. At first, I wanted to lower my gaze, but suddenly I saw how he smiled at me.

–I ask you to help my son.

–But I don't think he needs me. –When I said that, his eyes immediately became swollen, I assumed it wasn't what he expected. –I am a regulation teacher, so I don't think it is necessary to regularize August. He is a brilliant child. I can even say that he can regularize other children. –I mocked a little, but he didn't find my comment funny.

–I know you are a regularization teacher, but I saw you. –I stared at him for a few seconds, not knowing what he was talking about. –To protect my child, I have cameras in his room and I saw my son. –His words became heavier. –My son loves you, and you make him happy. My son has never hugged anyone like he does with you.

–But I can't stay. –I kept insisting. –I can't just serve as someone who brings happiness, Mr. Walles. My job is to help children who need my help.

–My child needs it. –He raises his voice, looking a little upset.

-No, he does not. –I raised my voice too.

–How much money do you want? -He gets up from his chair sounding and looking arrogant.

–Excuse me, Mr. Walles, but I don't think it's right that you should talk to me like that. –I got up to face him too.

–Am I Mr. Walles now? –He asks me while he raises his bushy eyebrow.

–You are being quite irrational by offering me money, and even a little offensive. –I tried to take my things and leave, but before leaving I saw that the door had closed. He looked up, watching his long hand collide with the door. He was taller than me, so I immediately looked at him.

–Won't you let me out? –The man looked at me intensely. He seemed not used to receiving a "No" for an answer.

-We need it. –Does he need me too?

–I have to go, my fiancé is waiting for me.

–Is there a fiancé? –He asks me, now smiling shamelessly angry at what I just told him. But it was clear that my comment was on purpose, to hurt his ego.

–Yes, there is. –I tried to open the door, with no luck.

-What is his name? –He asks me the question quickly, while he smiles dangerously sensually.

–You don't have to worry. –I tried to open the door again, but it was impossible.

–Do you love him? –The question was more than inappropriate, so I immediately showed him that it shocked me.

–How dare you ask such a thing? –I was really surprised.

–Does that mean you don't love him? –Now he looks like he is having fun with all this.

–You are a shameless. –I yelled at him, offended and seconds away from slapping him.

–I am, but I think if you loved him you would respond to me.

–I'm seconds away from breaking your face. – Threats are already out of my control.

Leonardo faces me, puffing out his chest while he corners me against the wall, looking at me with his eyes so beautiful and at the same time so dangerous. My legs tremble, but I don't want to run. This time the desire passed through my body, it was as if I was comfortable with what I was doing.

–At this moment I would like to do many things. –His breath was so delicious, and his mint smell refreshed my face even though seconds ago I was about to hit him, but now I was lost in his body, which was centimeters away from me, while the heat he radiated comforted me. –But I think I shouldn't be so daring with my son's teacher. –He takes two steps back.

–I think you have already been bold with me. –I answered him by putting my nose next to his, advancing two steps, so I had taken back. –You have been rude and impertinent, the last thing missing is that… –But he decided to interrupt me.

-Kiss you? –He raises his bushy eyebrows.

I just nodded, looking at his smooth lips.

Slowly join his lips with mine, filling my body with desire. I pass my hands slowly along his neck, while his mind-flavored tongue enters my mouth. At that moment, I was not thinking about my fiancé, the only thing I was thinking about was satisfying my deepest desires, since I knew that at home I would not find what Leonardo was offering me at that precise moment.

This man didn't make me think well, he was a bottle of different feelings, simply nothing in his eyes was rational. I lost my head on his lips. As soon as I put my fingers between his silk hair, I felt how I was carried in his arms, I hugged his small waist with my legs, while he rubbed my femininity with his d**k. Our breathing was irregular, and our mouths were not big enough for such wild kisses, but little by little, when he tried to lead me to the couch, I thought of his son, and then I thought of my fiancé.

-Wait. –I separated from him. –I shouldn't do this.

–What's stopping you from kissing me?–He asks me, ready to continue and take another step in the chair.

–Your son, my job, and my fiancé. –I pushed him hard and then picked up my things that were on the floor.

–Let me take you home at least –He insists to me while he fixes his clothes, which were messed up by my skillful hands.

–No, you already did enough. –I ran out of the place since I knew beforehand that one more word from him would make me doubt my entire life. In reality, it was all a kind of temptation. Now I very much doubted why he wanted to have me close to his son. It seemed like he not only wanted to have me to help his son, but he also wanted me for himself. And although it didn't sound so bad to be with him, I couldn't give up my entire life just because of a s****l fever.