broken heart (engl version)

AN IMPORTANT DECISION

That night Chiara didn't sleep a wink, tormented by feelings of guilt and the most overwhelming desire she had ever felt in her life. Every time she turned over in bed she felt those hot lips on her neck, on her mouth, on her breasts. And every time she shivered at the memory of those fiery caresses, those irresistible kisses. From the first second she saw Carlo again upon his arrival, she had perceived his powerful erotic charge, only that she certainly would never have imagined he was so impetuous and above all gifted. Maybe that was also what had made her stop. She was afraid. A fear of cosmic proportions!

Fear of the sensations he had felt, fear of letting go, fear of the consequences of his actions. This was not just s*x, as he said and it never would be.

If she was with Daniele it was because they loved each other and had made a commitment together. Maybe she was deluded, yet she still believed in her word and after kissing Carlo she felt even more suffocated by feelings of guilt towards her boyfriend. Suddenly, however, it became clear to her that if she had run away from home and ended up in the arms of another it was because the love between them had unfortunately run out and not because of her.

How blind she had been not to realize this until that moment!

It would have been obvious even to a child that they no longer loved each other, or perhaps that they had never loved each other, except that Chiara still couldn't accept the harsh reality.

"It's over," she murmured through tears. "I have to deal with it."

He thought back to his house in Palermo, to his bed where Daniele was about to go to sleep at that time and he didn't feel anything anymore.

No love, no remorse, no regrets. Apart from his sensational exit, nothing could be blamed.

Maybe that was why she finally exploded. She had always done everything for others, putting her own needs second, and in the long run this wrong attitude had worn her down.

For the first time in centuries she felt strong again and in control of the world and for that she certainly had to thank Carlo for making her understand that she had to fight to make her dreams come true and not just let herself live.

Speaking of Carlo, it was already morning and he heard him leave the next room to go and train in the gym area in a corner of the huge living room where there was a bench, various barbells and other machines.

He held his breath as he felt her strain under the weights.

She imagined his tense and shiny muscles, his virile body, his sexy look and immediately his intimacy begged her to be touched. The night before she would have only had to pull it out and bend down to have it all inside her.

The more she heard him moaning from the physical effort of lifting the weights, the more she imagined him on top of her, grabbing her hips possessively while sucking her lips. The first thing she did was take out her cell phone and call Daniele.

"Hello, Daniele."

"Chiara, what's happening?"

"Sorry to wake you, but I really need to talk to you."

"Tell me".

"I can't go on like this anymore and I can't even expect you to give up on your dream, so... I'm sorry but it's over."

"You can't do this to me," he tried to beg her, only now his decision was immovable.

She held back her tears once again.

"Daniele, please, let's be civilized people."

"Civilized people don't run away, ignore phone calls, or call in the middle of the night. Chiara, it's not over for me. Come home and let's talk about this in person."

The thought of going back to Palermo and having to deal with the whole mess that was her life made her stomach turn.

"Do you have time to talk now? And where were you when I needed you?"

"Sorry, you're right, I was an i***t. Please give me another chance."

"Enough!" he shouted into his cell phone. "Don't you understand that it's too late now?"

"But I love you," was the strangled reply.

"Love is shown in deeds, not words."

One thing was certain. She would no longer be fooled by his fine speeches.

"Chiara, I tried to be nice to you, only now you're really pissing me off. You don't give a damn about me and you're worrying your family to death. Do you realize that?"

"I'm not coming back!!"

"But..."

"But... s**t!"

She pushed the red button so hard that it turned off the phone. Better that way. At that moment she was single, unemployed and above all free to live. Free to make the right choices and also the wrong ones. Like going and getting what she wanted. Namely a magnificent male specimen a few meters away from her. She couldn't stand feeling him so detached anymore. In her mind clouded by desire she had weighed all the pros and cons and in the end she had decided to make a huge mistake, that is, to give in. Otherwise she would have been obsessed with him forever. She anxiously left the room in a tank top and culottes and looked for him, she had to see him, only he was no longer lifting weights. The dazzling morning light that penetrated the large window did not prevent her from recognizing the outline of his perfect body lying in the sun by the pool.

He must have just had a bath because he was completely wet and Chiara fantasized about being one of those droplets of water dripping from his parted lips.

I left Daniele,she told him nervously as she approached.

After a few interminable seconds he just mumbled a "Good," without even looking at her and she felt the ground disappear from under her feet. That cold reaction was the least she could have expected after having rejected him the night before.

Are you not working today?He inquired as he sat down a few inches from her head.

No, and not even tomorrow,his voice was light years away.

What do you usually do when you're not working?

She hoped he would kiss her or maybe she should have done it, but instead he closed his eyes as if nothing had happened and simply sent her a telegraphic order.

Take only the bare essentials because we're leaving in half an hour.

She wanted to ask him a thousand questions, but it was no longer the time to talk, so she quickly reached his room to do what he had told her. Her heart had been beating furiously since Carlo had looked at her like that. Now he was the one in charge and that knowledge contributed to inflaming her even more. In a few minutes she put a couple of swimsuits, two t-shirts and a tight black dress in her bag, along with a hairbrush, toothbrush, toothpaste. She had no idea where Carlo wanted to take her, but, wherever he was, she hoped that she didn't need the clothes. After only a quarter of an hour she was already ready and eager to leave for that crazy adventure. He, on the other hand, made himself desired.

"Are you ready?", she asked in front of her closed door that after a few seconds opened making her speechless. When would she get used to the disarming beauty of that boy?

He was wearing low-waisted faded jeans that revealed his dark blue swimsuit and a tight lime green T-shirt under his black leather motorcycle jacket.

Why did they have to leave? Couldn't they stay locked in that comfortable house for a month? In the bedroom if possible. Once on the bike Chiara could finally embrace the exciting mistake she was about to make.

Up until that moment he had remained distant, smile aside, but at the first red light he reached back and possessively reached for her bare thigh. Her heart skipped a beat. She would have liked so much to get off the bike and be possessed right there in the middle of the road, so much did she desire that strong man who claimed his right to her. But that moment would come soon, she knew it, they both knew it. And they wanted it.