C3 Chapter 03

I arched my back as he continued to thrust deep into me. Silencing my soft cries of pleasure with his lips. Savouring them for himself. I run my hands through his hair, feeling the mornings sweat bathing his raven locks. I lift my hips giving him full access to pound into me. Continuously driving me crazy with need. The desire to cum consumes me. I run my hands over his back, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist.

"Luca... Please.." I beg.

He pulls out of me and flips me over. I raise my ass as he takes me from behind pumping into me like a mad man losing control. He slaps my ass, the sound filling the room deliciously echoing off the walls. The slight sting intensifies the need for me to cum. He slowly inserts his finger into my anus and I arch my back lifting my head out of the pile of pillows screaming with pure bliss......

I snap awake in a pool of my sweat. My body hungry with the need to be sexually satisfied. I lay back looking up at the ceiling wondering what just happened.

Did I have a wet dream about Luca?

I wipe my hand over my face and I exhale slowly out of my nose.

After one little kiss, you've gone ahead and fallen in love with the man...

My inner goddess snickers.

Like hell... I retort.

I pick up the phone on my bedside table and there's a message.

Luca: Have dinner with me tonight. Luca.

How did he get my number?

Nessa: How did you get my number?

I patiently wait for his reply hoping it won't be too long.

Luca: I'm very resourceful when I need to be.

Luca: Is that a yes to dinner?

Nessa: Something a stalker would do.

Nessa: No!

Luca: Did you dream of me cara mia?

I sit up and look around my room with heated cheeks.

Did he?

No...

He couldn't know...

Vanessa: No. Oddly, you didn’t cross my mind one bit.

LIAR, LIAR, YOUR PANTIES ARE WET...

My inner goddess sings.

I quickly get up and go to the kitchen to make myself a cuppa. Adding a large dose of coffee with an even larger dose of the good white pure powdered stuff.

Sugar.

My phone dings again.

Luca: All in good time cara mia. I will be starring in all your dreams.

I stare at the message touching my lips.

I sigh...

I take my coffee with me back to my room and I get ready for work wishing we never crossed paths.

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I stroll through the door just after 6 pm. I'm tired, hungry, and feel as if my feet are going to curl up and fall off. I quickly change into a pair of sweats and a loose fitted tee. Walking back to the kitchen to make myself a quick sandwich and coffee.

It's all I can be half-arsed doing right now. Not long after I take a seat, Chrissy walks through the door.

“Wow... Chrissy! Talk about a rough night.” I chuckle as I take a bite from my sandwich.

She looks like a ravished train wreck as she saunters towards me with a twinkle in her eye.

“Rough night... Hell yeah. Was he worth it? Gods yes!"

She flicks her hair and snatches my coffee cup from the counter as she parks her butt on the stool next to me.

“Mmmm Coffee” she takes a long sip as if her life depended on it.

“Nessa, Conrad is just… Just amazeballs!” She says dreamily with a goofy smile planted on her face.

“Nice one! You finally found yourself a man with balls that amaze you, huh?” I glance at her arching my brow.

“Yeah, amazeballs with the sexual appetite of a starved man. I don’t know how I managed to keep up with him... But, I did and he wants to see me again.” She grabs the other half of my sandwich.

She takes a bite and groans with appreciation.

“The man certainly forgot to feed you in the process” I laugh as she finishes off her sandwich licking the tips of her fingers.

“Oh honey, he fed me alright and I swallowed every inch he had to offer” She does a little happy dance on the stool.

Slipping off the barstool she kisses me on the forehead.

“I’m going to take a long hot soak in the tub before I crash out. Wake me up when you’ve ordered us dinner. I don’t care what you order as long as it's eatable and can feed a small army. We’ll talk more later” She says over her shoulder as she walks off with a bounce in her step.

I spend a few hours reading my Care Bears creative writing projects. Most of them have some exotic tales to tell and the others... Well, to put it nicely...

They have very little to no imagination what so ever. Maybe Journal entries daily might help them excel in their writing and reading skills too. I make a mental note to grab some Journals when I’m out and about next.

A few hours later we find ourselves sitting in front of the T.V eating Chinese take-out with a large glass of wine. “

So……” Chrissy begins to ask.

“Please, tell me you at least got some action from the taxi driver?” Her shoulder bumps me playfully.

I look at her and my cheeks slowly turn red.

“You cheeky bitch!” She laughs.

“You did, didn’t you? Well, come on... spill.”

I tell her how I got knocked off my feet when I met Luca. I go on and describe how godly he looks and the way my body reacts to him.

“He texted me this morning and asked me to have dinner with him." I tuck my head into my chest and let out a small frustrated growl.

"I declined his offer.” I sigh as if I was denying a contracted marriage proposal.

“You text him back and tell him you’ve changed your mind first thing in the morning do you hear me?” There’s a slight bite to her words.

We sit in silence for a brief moment, the sound of the T.V echoing in the background.

“I’m scared... ” I tell her honestly.

" I dont want to look at him and be reminded of my past."

I set my plate on the coffee table then pour myself another glass of wine and lean back against the sofa glancing over at Chrissy.

“You know you can’t keep running from the past Nessa, It’s just not realistic. You’ve got to learn to face that part of your life and take charge. I’ve watched it eat you up inside for years. You live half a life and that half still remains in the past”

Leaning in closer and laying her head on my shoulder she continues.

“Maybe you should go out and have dinner with this Luca guy, He isn’t the type of man that takes no for an answer lightly. He seems more like the Alpha male type: demanding and always in control and that’s just the type of man you need hon.”

I take another sip of my wine and let what she says sink in.

“I don’t need a man.” I mumble.

“Yeah.. you do babe. You deserve to be happy too you know?” She looks at me with loving eyes.

“I do, you have a habit of reminding me.” I smile at her.

I sit back thinking about Luca.

Can a man like him grow to love someone like me?

Or,

Does it really only happen in fairy tale stories?