Page 15 of Alessia
“Yeah, I know but with you always working in that hospital and me doing my own stuff I barely get so see you.” She’s practically whining by now.
I decide not to go on about this. I look at my baby brother. “And where are you right now?” I ask.
“I’m in Italy visiting uncle Marco and overseeing the next shipment. Remember? You asked Elio to book a plane ticket for me last month.”
Oh yeah that’s right. I totally forgot I sent him there. Some mafia queen I’ll be when I can’t even keep track of my men.
“Well… I need you both home within the next twenty-four hours. I’ll have Elio make the arrangements for you both.”
“Why?” They ask in unison.
“Because I just got word from the hospital that our father died. We need to prepare ourselves for the funeral and my coronation. We need to be united now more than ever.”
My brother looks at the camera stone faced. My sister starts crying quietly. She was always father’s favorite so of course she’ll miss and mourn him. My brother is the first one to break the silence.
“I’ll wait on the info from Elio and then I’ll be home as soon as possible.” With that he ends his part of the call.
“How did it happen?” Bella asks between sniffles.
“You know the cancer got to his heart, fioro piccolo.” She just nods, smiling at the nickname I have for her.
“It had infected his entire heart, it was a matter of days, maybe weeks. The doctor said he went in his sleep. Peacefully.”
With that knowledge her spirit seems to lift a bit, I say my goodbyes and end the call. Task one down. About a million to go before the end of the week.
I walk down the hall to my bedroom. I switch on the light and my room is filled with soft ambient lighting. I look around my room, I love this room. Dark blue paint covers the walls and ceilings. In the center is the most comfortable bed I ever had. The head and footboard are made of dark oak wood. Soft Egyptian cotton sheets make you feel like you’re sleeping on a cloud. On my left there’s an archway to my bathroom with a bathtub big enough for two people, shower and double sinks. On my right there’s a big walk-in closet with all my dresses and clothes and a separate section to house my shoe addiction.
I walk over to the bath and turn on the tap. Steam immediately fills the room. I drop in some oils and a bath bomb and let it fill up while I undress in the bedroom. The moment my body sinks into the bath I start to feel a little bit more like myself. As if the water is taking all my worries with them. Memories of today swirl around in my head. Seeing Harper on the roof for the first time. Bumping into her again outside the dressing room. If I had only left a little bit later, I might have been able to see her in nothing but her lingerie. My mind puts up an image of Harper in lingerie and my core clenches. I let my hands roam across my body. Across my tits, twisting my own nipples. One hand stays there. Twisting and kneading my breasts while the other one snakes over my stomach towards the throbbing point between my legs.
I softly glide my fingers over my clit. I already feel the slick feeling of my arousal. Fuck, Harper has a vice grip on me. I let my fingers dip into my pussy, the feel makes me arch my back. Water sloshes over the edge of the tub. I pull at my nipple and let my fingers slide in and out. The image fades to a new one where she’s lying on my bed, naked with nothing else but some pretty leather cuffs holding her in place for me. I start pumping my fingers in and out faster. My orgasm almost at the point of no return. I moan and flick my clit with my thumb. I ride my own hand until I feel my orgasm crashing into me. My toes curling and my body bucking heavily. Her name leaves my lips in a strangled cry. If only she was here to hear it.
After washing my hair, I put on my robe and climb into bed. I check my phone to see if any new messages came in but it’s blank. So, I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
The next morning, I wake up with the sun in my face and somebody talking to me. I pry open my eyes, but everything hurts, even my eyelids. Who knew that was possible? The voice keeps talking to me and I manage to open one eye and see Elio standing at the foot of my bed.
“What the hell are you doing in my bedroom? You know it’s off limits.” I scold him.
“Yeah, I know but I don’t give a fuck! You need to get your ass out of that bed, we have stuff to do!”
“Who are you? My father? Oh no, wait, he’s dead!” I chuckle into the covers. Elio can’t seem to appreciate the dark humor that flows in my blood. It’s about the only tool I have to cope with the shit storm that is my life. It helped me through some pretty dark days and made me see some light through it all.
My shrink says it’s unhealthy to use it as a way to deal with my feelings, but what does he know? I’m still here living, and he doesn’t even know my real story. Only bits and pieces that won’t incriminate me or my family. If he knew all of it, he’d probably say I’m doing just fine.
Elio pulls at my covers, and I pull the robe I slept in tighter around me. I know Elio my entire life but that doesn’t mean he has a free pass to see my tits.
“Okay, okay, I’m up!”
I fling my legs of the bed and walk towards the bathroom to fix my hair and face. Dark circles line my eyes and my hair is so spiky you could use it to receive the news channel, no brush can fix that.
I turn on the shower and wait for the water to warm up. I bend at the waist making sure to only put water on my hair. I am in no mood to go through the whole shower routine. I turn off the shower and lather up my hair with curling cream, mousse and gel before combing it and twisting it into an old t-shirt. I walk back to the sink to start fixing my face. Elio steps into the bathroom now.
“Lorenzo is already on his flight home from Italy. He should be here in about six hours.”
I put on my foundation and ask. “And Bella?”
“She’s here within the hour. I let her sleep before putting her in a jet, seeing as Lorenzo is still a few hours away I thought that would be the nice thing to do. Besides, you needed your own space and not your baby sister clinging to you.”
“Thank you.” A lump forms in my throat.
