Page 170 of Anything Necessary for Her
“Don’t worry about that, Peep. Just enjoy yourself. You used to fly shit, though, so you know it wasn’t cheap.” He kissed me before leading me back inside.
I glanced over my shoulder to admire the view once more, before peering down at the expensive marble floors beneath our feet. You would think I hadn’t been anywhere or seen shit by my utter amazement.
Due to us having traveled for so long, Low and I bathed together in the large shower, before taking a nap together.
We woke up a few hours later, promptly ordering some food to the room since we were still too exhausted to go out anywhere for the hunt. Plus, we would be here for a whole week, so it was no real rush.
As we sat outside in our private garden area with the large body of water as our backdrop, the butler placed our food before us on the table. No one could ever call me spoiled again, because though my parents were rich, I had never lived like this, even for a day.
“This is so good. Try it.” I forked some of my pasta to offer to Low, but he shook his head. “’Cause of the duck?” I laughed.
“Yep. I just got here, Peep. Let me work myself up to that shit.” He bit into a slice of his good-looking ass pizza. Seeing me watch, he offered me some. “I know you couldn’t afford totake too much time off, especially with having missed two whole weeks of practice, so I took care of that.”
“How so?” I put my wineglass to my lips.
“You ever heard of a woman named Giulia Cattaneo?” he inquired, and when I immediately put my glass back to the table, letting my mouth fall ajar, he chuckled.
“Yes the fuck I have. All ballerinas should, but what does she have to do with anything?”
“I was able to get her to work with you while you here for three of the seven days we got left.”
Our week here didn’t include our arrival date, so thankfully, we had a full seven days remaining.
“Huh? How the hell do you know her? She’s like a top-tier Italian ballet dancer, and you’re a man who just learned of ballet and is hood as fuck.”
He laughed.
“I did my research while planning this whole fucking trip. I knew you wouldn’t wanna be idle the whole time, especially with all the good shit we gon’ be eating and after being injured and out.” He drank some of his water. “Same time, I had to take you out the country like you’ve been asking and right now, since I heard this is the best time to come here.”
I just fixated on him for a moment, trying to remember what exactly I did that made God feel like I deserved a man like this.
I will be the first to say I had never been super mistreated by niggas, and it was mainly because I wasn’t one to accept rogue behavior no matter how small, but also, because niggas were too spooked by my brothers to truly try some shit with me. However, I’d never been with a man as thoughtful as Low, and I’d especially never been with one who legit made me feel like I was the center of his world and the world period.
It was an amazing feeling, the only downside being that he now had a power over me that no one had ever possessedbefore. Low could hurt me in ways another man would have never been able to. On the upside, though, I didn’t think he ever would. He may have been reckless, but when he truly cared about something or someone, he was extremely meticulous, and I loved it.
“That was sweet, Willow. Even though I’m scared to meet her and am especially afraid to dance for her, I’m excited. I expected to come out here and dance a little when I found the time, but the fact that you literally scheduled it into this is just . . . You just wait until tonight.” I winked, and he flashed me his adorable yet sexy grin.
“Shit, fuck tonight. How ’bout now?”
“We just showered—having sex before we washed off—plus, we have that boat tour.” I checked my watch, making sure we’d be on time.
We asked the guy who’d assisted us up, Aldo, about the tour, and he claimed it was a beautiful boat designed in the sixties that would take us on a guided tour through the waters. I couldn’t wait.
“Aight, but soon as we get off that bitch, I want it.” He took my hand to kiss it while I chuckled, mouthful of the amazing duck pasta.
“Me too.”
FEW DAYS LATER . . .
The last few days had been straight out of a movie or one of my many daydreams I used to have when I was a teenager.
All Low and I had been doing was fucking or making love, eating either at the hotel or at different spots we found after riding on the ferries, taking lakeside strolls, eating an abundance of gelato—my favorite was the hazelnut, and his was the lemon—swimming in our private pool, and yesterday, we went to A Lido, a luxe private beach club. Then tomorrow, after my practice session, we’d be taking a train to St. Moritz for the day.
I’d touched bases with Giulia, so tomorrow morning while Low was still asleep, due to him having trouble adjusting to the time change, I would go practice with her. I was elated before I spoke with her via email, but even more so seeing how sweet she seemed to be. I expected someone colder like Carolyn but figured maybe Carolyn was like that because she never made it to Giulia’s status.
I had no real reason for a purse, so I began leaving it behind unless we were out for dinner and it went with my outfit, because Low was paying for everything. He always paid for everything, even back in LA, making my father comment on how my bank balance wasn’t draining as quickly as it used to.
“Something smells edible, Peep.” Low came up behind me as I put the top back on my perfume.
