Page 21 of Useless Love

We arrange a time for me to pick her up, and I let her get back to church cleaning, or whatever boring shit she’s doing. She seems to be constantly cleaning that place. How dirty can it be?

“You look deep in thought,” Mother says, entering my office. “What’s on your mind?”

I rub a knot in my shoulder. “Nothing important. What’s up?”

“When am I going to meet your latest fiancée?”

“Not sure. I’m still looking into things. You may not see any potential danger, but I can’t trust anyone.” Am I being too paranoid? Yes, but am I wrong to be?

Absolutely not. I’m the only one left to protect my sister and mother. As sweet as Arianna seems to be, she’ll only get near my mother when I know I can fully trust her.

My mother comes to kiss my cheek. “What danger? Bencivenga gave a good reason for the marriage.”

I kiss her cheek in return. “It’s too neatly wrapped. Also, why didn’t my old man tell me beforehand? Why would Bencivenga give me his favorite human being on the planet?”

Her words, not mine.

Mother smiles softly at me “Can I say something?”

“Of course.”

“Regarding the Bencivengas, just go with the flow until you have evidence that something sinister is at play. Now, your father…he’s different. You laid six dead children at his feet.”

Fuck. If she figured it out, he definitely could.

Mother continues, “That one, you watch even when you’re asleep.”

I nod; the old man is always a potential threat. And this is the first time Mother hasn’t tried to convince me that I’m misunderstanding the man. Recent events must’ve changed her.

I watched her move toward the door. Pausing, she asks, “What does the Bencivenga girl look like? All Carla said was pretty with black hair.”

I swallow, picturing Arianna’s figure. Juicy big tits and a beautiful face I want to cover with my seed.

I tone it way down, and say, “She’s gorgeous. Your grandbabies are going to be supermodels.”

“That doesn’t tell me anything,” Mother teases.

Realizing she hasn’t been in such a lighthearted mood for a month, I decide to humor her with some more PG-13 details. “Fine. Your potential daughter-in-law does have really long black hair. It’s wavy. I guess you would call them beach waves. Her eyes are the brightest shade of brown I’ve ever seen.” Unconsciously, a slight smile tugs at my lips. “They actually light up like the sun when she laughs. And she has this small spot on her cheek that gives the illusion of a dimple when she smiles. It’s fucking adorable. Honestly, she has the perfect figure, and—,” I glance at Mother and she’s giving me a strange look. Her smile is going from one ear to the next. It seems like she might even cry happy tears.

I clear my throat and focus on some documents on my desk. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. Sounds like she was made just for you.”

She leaves, and I force myself to stop thinking about Arianna. Back to work.

***

Later that night, I swing by the highrise for the Bencivenga princess. When she promptly exits the revolving door, I nodded to myself, appreciating that she isn’t the type of woman to make a man wait. She’s also a different breed of woman, one I have no experience with.

I’ve taken other women to basketball games, and there’s nothing sillier than a woman attending a game wearing six-inch high heels and a dress barely made for sitting. But all the women I’ve been out with have insisted on wearing that very outfit. The Bencivenga princess is a different breed. She’s wearing a loose-fitted white shirt with a low-cut neck that has her cleavage on display. Looking at those tits gets my mouth watering. She paired the top with skinny jeans that cling to her hips for dear life. Simple diamond studs in both ears, no designer handbag or decorated nails…instead, she’s only carrying an innocent smile. Yep, she is definitely different.

Her guards escort her to my SUV and I kiss her hand like a proper gentleman, helping her into the passenger seat. I’ve decided to drive today, so the guards get in the back. After we arrive at Madison Square Garden, we’re shown to a private suite. Once I’ve gotten a drink from the bartender and picked what foods the chef should make, I demand everyone leave the suite. I understand that the guards need to be nearby, so they wait just outside the door.

Once we’re alone, I turn to Arianna. “You look beautiful.”

She glances down at her outfit with a blush. “Honestly, I wasn’t sure what to wear since you’re always so…”

Sensing her hesitation, I ask, “So what? Be honest.”

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