Page 13 of The Sting of Love
It was wild and daring. It was that danger I sensed.
I like him.
I won’t deny that. I like him a lot, but I have to leave it here. Right here in this pocket of time where I know I can’t have more than last night.
Last night is exactly what he said it was:a fantasy. Two people doing what they wanted to do to each other. It was nice to be his, and I’m glad I went to the club. He was something unexpected I didn’t plan on finding, and he helped to soften the blow of an immense loss.
On that thought, I turn and leave the room, padding across the wooden floor.
I slip through the bedroom door, where I’m greeted with the wide stone steps leading down to the hallway. This house is beautiful. If circumstances were different, I would have loved to explore it.
It has that less-is-more effect with minimal furniture and a subtle color scheme of cream and burgundy. The house is much bigger than what I’ve seen, and I get the feeling that the rest of the rooms have the standard high ceilings and wide spaces common to most Italian-styled homes.
There’s just one thing I need to use before I run out: the phone. I saw one in the kitchen. I’ll call a taxi, and then I’ll go. I’ll just wait on the roadside.
I make that call quickly, grateful that I remembered the area I’m in and the taxi number from the taxi that picked me up at the airport. It was one of those easy multiple numbers you can’t forget, but the end of it was the same as my cell number.
After the call, I make haste and rush back out to the hallway. I was just about to continue my flight to the door when something metallic shimmers against the sun and catches my attention.
I stop mid stride and take a better look. It’s peeking through his jacket hanging from the coat stand. Curiosity is what propels me to move closer and touch the metal edge. When I do, I instantly regret it.
It’s a gun! Donny has a gun in his jacket.
I don’t need to look past what I can see and feel to double check. William had one. He insisted on it, arguing that as a prosecuting attorney it was a must-have. I hate guns. They just have this scary feel to them that leaves a lump in my throat.
I understand why William had one for safe keeping. But Donny…
He just runs a nightclub. Or so he said.
I guess this is another reason for me to leave and to go soon. I don’t know him.
Last night was amazing, and I don’t want to regret it. Sometimes good memories are the things a person should hold on to and nothing more.
Chapter Four
Donny
Memories of last night fill my mind, and a smile inches across my face. I continue to lie in my bed, eyes shut as I stir from a deep sleep. I grin like an idiot when I recall all the ways I took my doll.
I reach for her, sliding my hand across the bedsheets. But when my hand comes away with nothing I open my eyes and see I’m alone. I shuffle and my fingers brush over a beaded object under the pillow so I pull on it and find myself staring at the little crystal bracelet Willow wore.
I glance around the room, but I know she’s gone. The house has that presence about it that tells me I really am alone.
It’s empty and void, kind of like how I’m feeling now.
I shouldn’t. I completely expected her to do this. To leave. I don’t usually like bringing women back to my house. Not here and not in Chicago.
It’s always a hotel and they know to be gone before I wake. They know a night with me is just a good time. There was just something different about her.
After the first time we had sex, I wanted more. I wanted to see the beauty come undone in my bed. I wanted to have her in my own place where I set the rules on what we do and how wild we get to be.
Wild is too tame a word to describe what we were last night, and I fucking want her all over again.
Shit. Listen to me.
I sit up and allow my legs to slide off the bed. I look at the little bracelet in my hand and find myself thinking of her. It looks like her. Delicate and dainty. Nice. Too nice.
She’s a good girl. I knew that straightaway. She’s not used to guys like me, and I’m sure she’d probably run a mile if she knew I was a dirty mobster.
