9 Giovanni
A week later
From across the street on my motorcycle, helmet on, I watch as Gabriella exits her first class.
It’s the first time I’ve seen her in a week and my chest tightens and my cock twitches instantly. Damn, she’s so beautiful. Her short shorts and red crop top really accentuate that body of hers, but she needs to understand that body belongs to me, no matter how hot it is outside.
And no matter the pain I’ve put her through this week. I grit my teeth, reminding myself I had to lose this battle to win the war. There’s a master plan and there’s us and they are one and the same.
She meanders across out of the building, her gaze down as she seems lost, people passing her on both sides like she’s a boat at sea, sinking, and no-one else cares.
I care, dammit! And my heart sinks just watching this.
I pull off my helmet and dismount my bike, moving quickly toward her hoping she’s going to embrace me, but knowing I should brace for her shouting at me, her flipping me the bird, or maybe even kneeing me in the groin. And I’d deserve it.
As I move closer all I can think of is how much I want to take her, right here and now, and at the same time how much I want to cover her up, hide that perfect body away from the rest of the world. As a matter of fact, we should both run away from everything, but actually it wouldn’t be running at all. We just need to get away somewhere where we can be left alone.
But alone is probably how she’s going to want to be when she sees me. I can see she’s hurt, and it’s my fault. Her phone hasn’t worked since that moment at her house when her dad found out about us, and every time I drove by their house the blinds were pulled and the windows shut. Hell, I even rattled the doorknob one day. Locked, of course.
I’ve never felt this kind of angst before, and I need to rectify it now. My obsession with her is all-encompassing and I can’t eat, can’t sleep, can’t live without her by my side.
It’s time to tell her that right now, but as I move within a few feet of her, my big shadow darkening her path, she looks up…and quickly looks right back down. “Get away from me,” she says as flatly as she can as if everything inside her is dead.
I know it’s not true. I know she still longs for me as I burn inside for her. And something, call me crazy, tells me she’s carrying my child. That first time we made love I climaxed so hard I thought I’d ruined her insides, shot a hole clear through her. There’s no way that special seed didn’t take, that she’s not carrying my firstborn right now.
“I can’t and I won’t,” I reply, getting in step with her as she picks up the pace.
“You can and you will,” she says, stopping on a dime and staring me down, her eyes throwing daggers at me.
“I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get a hold of you for a week, but you have to know it wasn’t for my lack of trying.”
“So you wait until I’m off at college, when my dad’s not around, so you can try and sneak back into my life?” she hisses.
“There’s no sneaking. I came by your house multiple times, even tried to enter. Your phone number obviously doesn’t work anymore and there’s only so much I can do when we both know there are still Feds in the area, although they’re probably gone by now.”
“No, they’re gone by now. Goodbye,” she cuts out at me, but more importantly, she doesn’t move.
And neither do I.
“You know what we have is special and there’s no denying it, us,” I try again.
“It’s over, Gio.”
My body bends forward slightly, her words a punch to the gut.
“It’s never over until Daddy says it’s over,” I throw a Hail Mary.
“Cut the Daddy crap right now. Okay?”
“No, because when I told you I’m your Daddy and I’m going to take care of you forever I meant it. It wasn’t just a game. It’s a way of life and my life is nothing without you.”
“Too late for that.”
“It’s never too late, and as a matter of fact I’ve got a plan.”
“Another one of your plans I don’t hear about until it’s already finished? A plan where I have no say in the outcome of my own life? That’s not a plan, that’s you, an older man manipulating what you perceive to be a naive young girl. No thanks.”
She goes to move, but I grab her by the arm. She swings her books around like a shield and looks at me and then at my hand…but says nothing.
“Everything okay here, ma’am?” a campus cop, just passing by, asks.
“Beat it,” I say, baring my teeth and he waits for one second and leaves. Honestly, I’m torn. Although I’m definitely an imposing figure he should have done his job and waited on confirmation from the woman that she’s okay. My faith in the young men in this country is fading faster and faster each and every day.
“All I have to do is yell and someone will arrest you.”
“But you don’t want to do that because I love you.”
“Don’t say that,” she says, looking away.
I grab her face making her look into my eyes. I just stare into those baby blues until suddenly she cracks, smiling at me and I can’t help but do the same. “See, there it is. We just can’t be mad
