Page 69 of Unspoken Obsession

Do you think it is possible?

Is he, my son? That kid in the apartment that Lorenzo saw—it makes sense now. It's her kid. Not her roommate's.

I push the thought aside because I am trying to process too much already at the moment. I have to deal with one thing at a time.

"Are you alright?" Frankie asks me from across the table. "Penny for your thoughts?."

"I guess, I am really happy you told me who your family is - but it means that us being together is complicated."

"I know, that is why I was trying to hide who I was. I didn't want to complicate things. There were so many times when I tried to convince myself to just walk away from you to save you the trouble of having to deal with my family. But I couldn't. I'm connected to you. Ever since that first night." She sighs.

"You never have to make choices for my sake, Frankie. If I thought you would complicate my life so much that I wouldn't want you to be a part of it - that is my choice to make. Not yours. Not for me. You promised you wouldn't disappear again. So, don't." I say sternly, piercing my gaze into her.

She nods, biting her lower lip. It sends a thrill of pleasure through me.

I want to kiss her again. I want to do so many things to prove to her I don't want her to leave my life.

I reach out beneath the table and run my hand over her thigh. She is beautiful.

I hold her leg while we carry on enjoying our dinner.

All the while the tension in my body is growing - my need for her.

I can see in her eyes she is thinking the same thoughts as me. Her eyes drift over my body, hungrily, eager to taste me.

The more I learn about her, the more she reveals to me, the more I want her. Our connection grows stronger with each revelation we find out about each other.

Frankie stands up from the table, and walking around it she stands in front of my chair, looking down at me.

"I'm hungry for something else." She whispers seductively. And it is the only invitation I need. She doesn't need to say another word before I stand up and lift her into my arms, carrying her toward my bedroom.

A few hours later we are both lying in my bed, smiling, our eyes closed as we take slow relaxed breaths. I have explored every part of her, and she has explored every part of me. We are both satisfied in ways that I could never have imagined possible.

She rolls onto her stomach, propping herself onto her elbows so that she can see me better.

"I have heard my father mention your name before - in meetings he has with his associates at the mansion. Are you two enemies or allies? I couldn't tell. He thought you were a threat to him - but he had respect for you. He understood your strength."

I sigh, brushing my hand through her dark curls. "Your father and I have never been allies, little fox. We have struggled to see eye to eye on a number of occasions. We are the two people who own the largest casinos in this city, so it is natural for us to be enemies. However, we used to be quiet adversaries. He stayed away from me, and I showed him the same courtesy." My thoughts drift off. It all changed when I found out the rumors were true.

"Used to be - what happened?" She asks, unable to read my expression, and that there is more to the story.

She has told me who her father is.

Should I tell her the ugly truth about him? Would it destroy her?

She has no idea what type of man he really is.

"Your father - did he discuss business with you? Besides the casino, the other things he does?"

"He is involved in several things, but never discussed them; I'm a girl. No women in business, right? That's how the mafia works. Honestly, I spent most of my life locked up in my bedroom - bored out of my mind." She shrugs a little and pulls her mouth to the side. "Why? What is he doing?"

"I guess I need to tell you a bit about myself and who your father is to me."

She shifts her position, looking a little nervous. "Ok." She says.

"Several years ago my little sister, Daniela, went missing. She was the only family I had left, and it caused me to fall apart. I spent years obsessed with trying to find her, and her disappearance tore me apart but also put me back together again - because I needed money, resources to continue to search for her?—"

"Did you ever find her?"

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