Hidden Love

Going home

My face turned red. My heart skipped a beat as she laughed harder. My pants also became painfully tight. Damn this woman. There’s going to be another cold shower tonight.

“So once I’m done would it be possible to leave? Go to Applebee's? I have a need for some three-cheese chicken penne pasta.” She asked.

“Yes ma’am. We can leave out the back,” I replied.

An older woman came into the bathroom at that moment. Her hand flew to her chest. “Oh my!” she stated with a deep southern accent, looking at me like I was a midnight snack. “Am I dreaming? Sir, I think you are in the wrong bathroom.”

I smiled brightly, “Yes ma’am I’m just waiting for my date. She ran into some issues and I wanted to make sure she was OK.”

“Oh my, my. Is your date alright? I can send for my husband. He’s a doctor. He can look at her, if you like.” She offered.

“No ma’am, I think she will be ok.” I replied starting to get uncomfortable with how close this woman was getting to me.

At that moment, we heard the toilet flush and the door open. Nicolette looked at me and then the older lady. She sashayed up to me and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. I slowly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her to me. I threaded my hands through her hair, messing up her hair-do. Neither of us cared. I could still feel eyes on me. So I lifted Nicolette and brought her to my height. Damn this woman for doing this. My pants were very painful at that point.

I put Nicolette down, and we walked out of the bathroom. She had a smug look on her face. “What?”

I smacked her ass hard, “Keep playing with fire Nic and you will find the consequences.”

Nicolette laughed again. She started to take out her hair. It fell to her back very wavey. I wanted to put my hands in her hair and bring her to me. I guided her to the back of the venue and to the limo. I made sure that it was the same driver. Once we were in the limo she turned her back to me. “Unzip me please.”

I unzipped her dress, remembering what she said about not wearing undies. I was waiting to see what she was up to. She turned back so that she was facing me. “Can I have my clutch?”

I slowly handed it to her. She pulled out some spandex shorts, and began to shrug out of the dress. She leaned forward and began to kiss me. I responded in kind. I was willing to go at her pace. She got the shorts on and laid on the other seat. She carefully took off the necklace and earrings. They went into the clutch. There was the most beautiful creature in the world lying on the bench seat across from me. What was worse was that she was only wearing a strapless bra and light green spandex shorts. She was ripe for the taking, and I wanted to take it.

“You might want to take a picture. It will last longer… You can send it to the other two.” She closed her eyes and arranged her hair around her. I pulled out my phone with a shaky hand and started snapping pictures. This has to be a dream.

“It's not a dream, Adonis.” She whispers, “Come here Adonis. Kiss me like you want to.”

“Vaffanculo (f*ck me).” I whispered softly, coming to her as if under a spell.

“Not yet. I want all three of you.” She says back. “Oh I know. I’ve known for the past two years. I can keep very still and make you think I’m actually asleep. I’ve heard you guys talking and you guys leave your phones around. You all need screen locks.” She says softly.

She pulls me to her and kisses me hard. Continuing the kiss from the bathroom. It was magical.

“Porca Cazzo (holy f**k)” I whisper.

“Dearest brother, I believe you just swore.” She giggled as she lay there across from me.

I was lost in those eyes and that body. We pulled up to the house. She grabbed her dress and then jumped on my back for a piggyback ride. She was laughing the whole time. We walked into the house and an eerie silence greeted us. There in the center of the TV room were Sebastian and Michael tied to chairs and their mouths taped. Sebastian’s head was bleeding, and Michael's shoulder looked like it had been shot. There were four men surrounding them.

I kept hold of Nicolette, trying to keep her as small a target as possible. She carefully slid down my back and grabbed my .45 mm that I kept there.

“What do you want?” I asked tensely.“Her.” Said thug one with a thick russian accent.

“She is the prize. She comes with us nice and easy and no one gets hurt.” Said thug two with an equally thick russian accent.

“Well gents, that is a problem. She doesn’t want to go with you, so she stays.” I said.

The third guy began to move toward us slowly. “Your two brothers are all tied up. You are unarmed. She’s not dressed. She comes with us and you three live. Maybe you will see her later, maybe you won't.” Said thug one with a casual shrug.