Page 39 of (UN)Bounded

“G. What are you doing here?” Bella asks with a gorgeous smile on her face, eyes sparkling. She’s happy to see me.

“I came for you,” I tell her as I place my hand on her middle and see her visibly relax. I relax a smidge, too.

“Isa, do you know this dude?” the kid asks, still in our space.

“Of course, this is Gabo. My...” She looks at me with a smirk.

“I’m hers and she’s mine. Now get lost.” Bella chuckles, and Giacomo simply stands there. I’m guessing he’s in shock.

“You’re with this dude? He could be your older brother,” he shouts, and I tense at his words because I’m not that much older than them, and my patience is thinning fast.

“He’s not,” Bella informs him. At the same time, I say, “I’m not, but I can be your worst nightmare if you don’t leave alone what’s mine.” I practically growl.

“Wow, okay. Have fun with the geriatric.” That’s it. I’m done with the disrespect. He’s about to finally leave when I grab him by the back of his shirt.

Mario is next to me a second later. He came with me after the meeting. “Do you need help, Mr. Godoy?”

“Please help this kid find his way home. I think he’s passed his curfew.” Mario nods and holds Giacomo by the back of his shirt.

“I’m not a kid. I’m twenty,” the kid shouts, and I chuckle.

“You just proved my point, please don’t embarrass yourself and leave.”

“Mr. Godoy, is there a problem here?” A man wearing all black joins the conversation. I’m guessing he’s the club manager.

“I’m not a kid. My name is Giacomo, and I came with my friends to have a good time,” he retorts as he tries to get out of Mario’s hold but can’t.

“Do you know who he is?” the man in black asks Giacomo.

“No. Should I?” he answers in a defiant tone.

“Well, Mr. Godoy is one of the most influential men in the city. I’d suggest you do as he says.”

“Why should I do that? Is he mafia or something?”

“No, I’m not involved with the mafia. But it just so happens, I own a lot of businesses and a design/construction firm, so if you ever want to get a job in your field, I can make it impossible for you. I usually don’t like to show off my status, but when someone messes with what’s mine, I will stop at nothing to make them understand,” I tell him in a tone that doesn’t allow room for arguing.

“And you’re okay with this, Isa? I thought you were different,” he spits, and I’m about to get him out of here once and for all, but Bella surprises me when she gets in front of me with her hands on her hips.

“Look, Giacomo, you’ve been a good friend. I enjoyed having coffee with you and you’re a good classmate, but I told you I didn’t want to dance with you, and you didn’t listen. Not to mention the fact that I’ve said, as nicely as possible, that I’m not interested in a relationship with you. Maybe you need to go home and reflect on what just happened. Because when a woman says no, it actually means no.” My Bella shrugs as she turns her back to him and grabs my hand, leading me to another area of the dance floor. I bark out a laugh as I follow her. I’m pretty sure I’d follow this woman to heaven and hell if she asked.

“Hey everyone, this is Gabo.” She introduces me to her friends, who stopped dancing when Giacomo decided to make a scene. They all wave, and I wave back; no one says anything about the incident, so I let it pass, too. The one who looked like a clown was Giacomo, trying to fit where there was no room for him.

“Oh, I love this song. Come on, G,” Bella says, and I follow her through the dance floor. She stands in front of me, and I can finally wrap my arm around her middle, bringing her flush against me. She moves her hips to the rhythm, and I follow her lead. I keep telling myself I can’t have her. Not yet. But the pull I feel toward her is stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced before. Bella raises her left arm and pulls my head down by grabbing the back of my neck. It’s such a simple yet sensual touch that I can help but buck my dick against her ass. Bella starts rubbing her ass against my dick, and I need to take a couple of deep breaths to not come in my pants. Fuck.

“Are you wet, Bella mia?” I ask her as my right-hand travels down her chest and onto her thigh, dangerously close to her core.

“That’s something you have to find out,” this little minx replies, and I can’t take it anymore.

“Okay, let’s go,” I say as I start making my way toward the exit and she giggles.

“Somewhere I can check how wet you are without any witnesses. That pussy is mine and only mine,” I turn back to whisper against her ear, and she does her little happy dance, making me chuckle.

When we leave Fuoco, I see a crowd mingling around my car. When one of them spots me, he motions for everyone to make way for us. Luckily, it doesn’t seem like they were touching it. I help Bella inside, blocking her from view. I don’t want anyone to see her pussy, and that excuse of a dress she’s wearing doesn’t leave much to the imagination.

“Where to, Mr. Godoy?” Mario comes to stand next to me as I close Bella’s door.

“We’re just going to my penthouse. Once we enter the garage, you guys can go home. Thank you, Mario.” He nods with a smirk like he knows what’s about to go down. And I don’t even correct him because tonight I’ll taste Bella Bianchi for the very first time.

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