Have You Ever

04 | Dinner

- Enzo -

I had just finished cooking chicken pasta Alfredo with home-made garlic butter bread and two bottles of wine, y'know, just in case.

I set the table on the balcony outside the front room with a few candles lit and scattered around. Never have I ever gone through so much trouble.

Just as I was taking the garlic bread out of the oven, I heard her beautiful voice.

“Mmm, something smells delicious.” She smiled and she leaned on the kitchen island, head resting on her hand.

I placed the tray of garlic bread on the side and threw the tea towel over my shoulder. I peaked around the island to see what she looked like in my clothes and, by no surprise, she looked so f*****g sexy. My T-shirt buried her small, petit frame and my boxers clung to her legs, which sat flawlessly against her high thigh, showing the rest of her bare legs, which had a beautiful, slightly tanned, silky looking, and a long slenderness to them. I felt a tingle in my manhood area and knew I had to think of something else or I’d take her on this kitchen island right now. I smiled at the thought, then caught her eyes staring at me in confusion. I let out a little cough to clear my throat and she let out a little giggle, it was like music to my ears.

“Chicken pasta Alfredo with home-made garlic bread, Little Lady.” I said as I walked round towards her.

She turned to face me, still leaning against the kitchen island. I picked her up by her waist and sat her on the island, inching forward, so I was standing between her legs. I could see her blush but she immediately tried to gain her composure. I leaned over her legs to the side and grabbed a slice of garlic bread and lifted it to her mouth, gesturing to her to take a bite, and she did.

I took a bite from the same side as her but never once moved from her legs.

“Mmm.” She moaned. “That has got to be the best garlic bread I’ve ever had.” She said, swallowing her bite.

“If you like that, wait till you try the main.” I smirked. “You look good in my boxers, by the way.” I winked before heading back round the other side of the island.

“I look good in anything.” She smiled and she turned her body slightly to view me.

“I have no doubt in my mind that is indeed true.” I replied, plating out our food.

“Need any help?” She asked sweetly.

“No, you head out to the balcony. I’ll be there in a minute.” I said, with a nod towards the balcony doors. And so she did and f**k she looked good from behind.

A few minutes later, I headed out to the balcony with a plate in each hand and a bottle of wine under my arm. I placed the food down on the table and the wine in the middle. Lucia was standing at the balcony railing looking over the city and the day faded away and the night became moonlight sky. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t move an inch. She was in a world of her own and I just found myself standing there, watching her watch the world go by. After a minute or two, I walked over and stood by her side.

“Everything okay, Little Lady?” I asked, looking where her eyes were.

“Can I ask you something?” She said in almost a whisper.

“Depends what the question is, amgel.” I answered, taking my glance from the sky to her, who was still looking up at the night sky.

“Is it completely f****d up that I’m here and not in the slightest scared?”

“Maybe, or maybe you're just broken as I am.” I replied, still looking at her emotionless stare.

“That’s the thing with broken things, you need to be careful or you could hurt yourself picking up their shattered pieces.”

“And if that person is worth hurting yourself for?”

“Then I guess you could cut yourself to shreds.”

Those words just then put a pit in my stomach. What was making her talk like that? Something in her life had to happen for her to think this way. And I wanna know what.

"Is there something you want to tell me?” She asked, turning to face me and leaning against the balcony railing.

“Like what?”

“Maybe as to why I’m here.” She raised a brow.

“Because I want you here.” I answered honestly.

That answer seemed to satisfy her for now.

“Come, let’s eat before our food gets cold.” I nodded, gesturing to the table set up.

We began eating and the conversation was flowing. This wasn’t what I expected at all, what I hoped for, yeah, not what I thought I was going to get though. She was just talking like nothing. Like I hadn’t kidnapped her and held her in my warehouse home.

As time went by, she told me about her studying medicine and being a registered nurse at a local hospital, about her friends and her dad's disapproval of her constant partying. I loved hearing all these new things I never knew about her.

“So, Mr bank robber. Tell me about you.” She smiled, whilst taking a sip of wine.

“Stop calling me that.” I sighed, whilst rolling my eyes.

“Now you know how it feels when you call me little lady.” She laughs.

“My name is Enzo, okay?” I said through my teeth.

I saw a flicker in her eye. Does she remember me?

“So when you were talking to your father, what did he mean by your life was unsafe or whatever?” I asked, sipping my wine.

She looked uneasy at that question.

“Umm.. nothing. Just y’know life an all.” She said, blocking my question.

“Or does he mean because you’re the daughter of Anthony Giovanni?” I finally spilled.

Her face dropped, she turned pale and then red as an Italian tomato.

“You knew?!” She yelled at me. “You knew this entire time and acted as if you didn't have a clue who I was! Is that why I'm here?”

I couldn’t help but smile at how angry she was. I know I shouldn’t but she looked so hot when she was shouting at me.

“Don’t bother trying to ransom me, my dad will kill you with his bare hands given half the chance.” She finally finished.

“You done?” I let out a little laugh. “I’m not going to ransom you, I have no need to. What I am gonna do is offer your father a proposal he can’t refuse.”

“You’re a real prized d**k thinking you could pull a stunt like this. I am so f*****g stupid. I fell for your charms and spoke to you like you were a decent human being.” She scorned, necking the rest of her wine back.

“Calm down.” I simply said.

She stands up about to slap me until I grab her wrist just before it makes contact with my face.

“Ah, ah, ahh. I wouldn’t, Little Lady. Violence turns me on. If you slap me I’ll have no choice but to take you on this table right here for whomever to see us.” I tsk at her, still holding her wrist.

“You wouldn’t dare.” She scowled at me.

“Oh, but beautiful, I really would. I nearly have. Twice already.” I smirked, pulling her by her wrist, her body bumping into mine.

My hands slipped round her waist, holding her close to me.

“Tell me you haven’t thought about it too.” I whispered into her lips.

I see her eyes close as she gulps down the lump in her throat.

“I haven’t.” She whispered back. Eyes still closed.

I moved to her neck, letting my lips brush against her skin, she let out a low sigh.

“You know what happens to liars, Little Lady? They get punished.” I whispered into her neck. She let out a little moan, I take a bit of her skin between my teeth and suck on it, her arms raise up and her hands clench my shirt against my chest.