The Past or Present

Domenico

“Good morning, I hope you slept. I will pick you up at noon. Don’t forget.” That’s the message I sent her this morning. Not expecting her to reply because she is super shy in front of me. But she does. “Okay see you then.”

I get excited and I don’t even know why. I am a boss leader of the mafia from Italy what am I doing feeling something for a good girl. I have had models, singer pretty much anybody I want. I want her though.

In the shower thinking about wanting her and my c**k immediately start to jump. What is she doing to me? Ugh turning the water over too cold to control this beast that is growing before I have to see her.

Finally I able to stop thinking about doing things to her and able to get out of the shower I walk over to my closet. I throw on a pair of black ripped jeans and a black tailored tee shirt. It’s Saturday so I decide to dress not so formal. Throwing on my Balenciaga tennis shoes. Grabbing my wallet and a watch from my collection.

I arrive at her house at 11:30 I guess you can say that I was ready to see her, but I didn’t knock on the door until noon. I sat in my car putting these so called feelings for her in check.

When she opens the door I totally forgot how to speak. I finally got my words together and managed to say “good afternoon are you ready?”

“Yes, let me grab my purse and I am ready,” she says.

When she turned around to grab her purse I got to check out her round ass. It set up so perky and so plump. I quickly look at the floor so she couldn’t catch me checking her out.

“I’m ready,” she says looking at waiting.

I didn’t let the driver take me today. I walked her over to the passenger side of my Lamborghini. Making sure she was in the car safe I close the door and make my way to my side.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying you look and smell amazing,” I tell her.

She looks down at her finger, “thank you.”

“Do you listen to the Weekend?” I ask her cause that is what I was listening to on the way here. “Yes I love his music.”

“So I was thinking we grab some lunch and then go shopping for your ball gown, what do you think is that cool?” asking her.

“Yes that is fine.”

We get to one of my restaurants. An Italian restaurant. I open the door for her and we walk in. The manager greets me in Italian. “Ciao capo, soliton tavolo.

“Si”

When get to the table and the waiter brings the menu and hands them to use, “bring bottle of Chateau Pape Red.”

“Mr. Galo you own this restaurant, right?” she ask me and I surprise how did she guess that.

“Yes how did you know” I question her.

“When we came in the manager greeted you by saying hello boss. And I also speak Italian,” this is the first time she has spoken so confident. I actually like this side of her.

“So what other languages do you know?”

“I speak 7 different languages. My native tongue is Portuguese,” while looking down at her menu.

“Would you like to order for us then?” I ask.

“No you can do it. I’m a picky person.”

The waiter I order about ten of my favorite dishes off the menu. The waiter leaves and I want to know more about her but she kind of shoots down my questions when I get too personal.

I stick to the languages topic. “Why did you learn so many languages?” She looks up at me finally I get to see those big pretty hazel eyes. She says, “my father insisted that I learn them.”

“How old are you?” I know I can look at her file but that’s creepy.

“I am 23. How old are you Mr. Galo?” she returns the question.

“Please don’t call me MR. Galo. You are going be around me a lot more so please call me Dom or Domenico. And I am 25.” Answering her back.

She gives me a small smile and a nod. Looking at her lips. I like that she does not cake on make and have a lot of lipstick on. I really want to kiss those lips. I feel my d**k growing in my pants.

“Dom, why did you make me your personal assistant?” she ask me out of the blue.

I stared back at her for a minute trying to think of a reason but nothing came to me. I have never been one to beat around the bush with anything. So I blurt out “I want you. There is something about you that makes me want you.”

She is shocked and can’t find her words. I smirk cause how cute she looks when she is blushing and acting shy. The waiter walks up breaking up the moment we were having and I’m sure she is glad that the waiter came when he did.

She starts drinking her wine more soon she is one her second glass. I start placing food in front of her to try. I’m really trying to see if we have the same taste and is she one of those salad eating chicks. And I am so wrong.

She places food in her mouth and closes her eyes. The most beautiful sound comes out of her mouth. She is moaning. I’m sure she didn’t mean for that to happen because as soon as it does she opens her eyes and look embarrassed.

“I take that sound as you are enjoying the food.” I say with a smirk.

She smiles, “yes you pick some great dishes out. I had some of these when I was in Italy last year.”

“So where else have you been to?” this woman is really surprising me today.

“I have been to a lot of different countries. Too many to count. What about you?” she answered back.

I can tell the wine has relaxed her. “Yea me too.”

We finish eating in silent. We drink the last bit of wine. “Ready to head shopping.”

“Are we going to the…….” She stops talking and looks at a man at another table like she has seen a ghost.