Page 13 of The Sicuro

There’s a knock at my door, its noon, one thing is he’s never late. He’s dressed in trousers and a shirt, collar and top button undone.

“Is this suitable?” I asked whilst waving my hand down my sundress.

“Yes.” Again, with his one-word answers. I wonder if I will ever really know anything about him. I asked him what we were doing, and he told me that he needs to view a hotel and thought it would be good to have lunch there to scope the place out. He holds the car door open for me and his hand out, I take it looking at him whilst as I climb into the car.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers in my ear making my body instantly ignite with desire. Why do I crave to please him?

Eleven

Gabriel

Ihaven’t seen her since I took her for dinner, I wasn’t planning on pinning her against the wall and taking her, I did try and leave. But the way her body reacted to my touch, I knew it wasn’t going to be easy and before I knew it, I was back at her door. The taste of her made my dick harder than it has ever been, instantly I knew that she isn’t someone that I am ever going to be able to get enough of. I haven’t been able to get my mind off how her pussy felt around my fingers, how she tasted and how it felt when she clenched around my dick taking every inch of it. Her moans of pleasure replay in my mind and how she satisfied my demands. I wonder how far I can push her, how her body would react.

These thoughts are exactly why I have kept away from her, I have business that I need to take care of before I can tell her who I am. Over the week I managed to sort out the apartment complexes. I’ve decided to keep them on until the current tenants’ contracts have ended. Anders confirmed that everything has been signed over and I had HR complete any outstanding requirements. He also confirmedthat word about the situation on Wednesday has been circulating and that it was ‘dealt’ with.

My ‘Grandfather’s’ ashes have been brought to the office and I’ve placed them on the shelf. I smile to myself thinking about how he is actually, more likely sitting with his wife in the garden enjoying the sun. The Sicuro has returned to its normal pace and whilst I have kept myself out of the bar, I have been watching Kelcie on the security cameras noticing that she watched each person enter like she was waiting for someone. I know she is waiting for me.

Sunday morning rolls around, I have Anders meet me at the house, I need to talk to him about Kelcie and ensure it is kept between us. There is still some refurbishment going on, but the kitchen didn’t need any.

As he makes his way into the kitchen, I place a mug of coffee on the counter for him.

“Everything alright boss?” He takes the coffee and sits across the table from me.

“Kelcie.” I only say her name nothing else. I see the look on his face that tells me he knew this was coming. “I need to know everything there is about her.”

“Already done. She has no family, her parents died three years ago, no siblings, and no debt, the only person she really talks to is Sarah, one of the waiting staff. From reviewing what minor conversations she has had with her on the security system she’s saving to move abroad.”

Anders is always thorough when looking into someone, and I have a feeling he did this when I told him not to overstep his mark.

“Worst case Boss, if it all goes to shit, you can pay her off and she can leave as she planned.”

It wouldn’t surprise me if he is preparing for this to happen, I haven’t had anyone close to me since I joined the family business. She still doesn’t know that I own the place, and as much as I’d like to keep it that way, I don’t think I can. I messaged her telling her to be ready at noon, I am going to ‘rip the band aid off’ and let her know by taking her to my meeting with Charles, the owner of The Manor. I won’t actually take her into the meeting, but she will be present when I am collected and addressed as Mr DeMarco. Throwing her in the deep end may not be my best plan, but at least I will get a genuine reaction.

I’m knocking on her door bang on noon, she answers in a simple yet elegant dress asking if it is suitable.

“You look beautiful,” I state, holding out my hand to her, which she takes without argument.

“Where are we going?”

“I am taking you for lunch.”

She raises her brow and slightly purses her lips.

“Is this because you feel bad about ghosting me for the last three days?”

“Sorry, I had some business that needed my undivided attention, and when I am around you that’s not possible.”

Her cheeks blush faintly as she shakes her head trying to dismiss the comment. I let her know it’s about an hour’s drive away and she hums in acknowledgement. The car ride is silent but not uncomfortable, she watches out the window, but my gaze is on her. Thoughts of how easy it would be to pull her onto my lap, pull her panties to the side and have her ride me, are causing my dick to redirect blood flow to it.

We pull into Charles Brown’s hotel’s driveway, it’s long and has trees lining each side, the grounds are kept pristine, and the hotel itself is like an old Country Manor with two stories. As we pull in front of the entrance the door is opened for us by a member of staff. Stepping out of the car, I hold my hand out for her to follow. She does but I can see that she feels uneasy, unsure why I keep hold of her hand. We walk into the hotel, the lobby is remarkable with high ceilings and draping curtains at the entrance to the restaurant. We are guided straight through and taken to a table at the far corner, it’s private and welcoming. A server is with us within minutes, dressed in a uniform that matches that of the door attendant.

I take the liberty of ordering some wine for us some, this time she doesn’t object, but her focus is on looking around the restaurant taking in every detail.

“The chefs have arranged a tasting menu for us.”

“OK,” she responds still looking around the room in awe of it.

“What do you think?” My words gained her attention from the grounds outside.

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