Page 62 of Fortress of the Soul

I should have knownit was a bad omen when it rained on our morning of departure.

Enzo also didn’t fuck me again this morning, since we were both too tired from all the screwing we did all night. I barely had any sleep, and my ass is sore, not because he ventured there, but because I begged him to spank me again.

I shudder when I think about me over his lap, his hand caressing me after each smack, telling me I’m a good girl, praising me when I did something well, like suck his cock like a pro.

“That’s it, baby girl,” he’d said as he sat on the bed, and I took him into my mouth. “Just like that, Val,oh yeah…”

His cock is so big I gagged a few times, but it’s also very delicious seeing what I can do to him with just my mouth. I sucked him like a lollipop, and he loved every minute of it as he shot his load down my throat. Seeing Enzo in the throes of passion is almost as good as seeing his face when he makes me climax. He loves it, and loves to please me.

He’s been quiet all morning. When we checked out, and now, in the car. He’s not ignoring me, but it feels… different.

Our time is over.

The glorious sunshine has turned to drizzling rain.

It’s like the universe knows that this is totally fucked and wants us to turn around, go back to Connecticut, and hide there for the rest of time.

Why does it have to be over?

My mind works overtime trying to figure out how we can do this and keep Angelo in the dark. Then I have a striking thought; what if Enzo doesn’t want to see me again like this.

What if he’s just had his fill of me and got what he wanted?No,I tell myself,Enzo isn’t like that. He cares about me.

Still, jealousy rears its ugly head when I think about what he’ll be doing next weekend when I’m out of the picture.

I mean, I knew we were playing with fire… but being burned is so damn rough.

Enzo looks at me. “Are you okay?”

I smile and nod like the world’s greatest actress. No need to let him know I’m weak and needy. “Of course.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“About what?” I ask, pretending I’m clueless.

“You know what,us.”

“I didn’t think there was an us past this weekend.”

“I need to know that you’re okay, Val.”

I’ll never be okay without you, Enzo. Never.

“I’m fine.” I rest a hand on his thigh. “I mean it.”

He looks back at the road, and I feel like I should get an award for how believable that sounded.

“What are your plans today?” he asks.

I’ve been catching up with emails all morning and texting Bianca. “I’ve got to head over to the casino and make sure the decorators are starting the east wing, and I got an email from the suppliers for the wallpaper I chose for the executive suites. They’re out of stock and Marco really likes this one.”

“I’m sure you’ll find another,” he says, his hand resting over mine as he gives it a small squeeze.

“Enzo?” I say, my voice almost breaking.

He looks at me sharply. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing,” I say. “I just want you to know, in case we don’t get a proper goodbye; that I’m so grateful for you coming with me this weekend. I’ve had an absolute blast. It’s been so much fun to let my hair down and enjoy everything. I really needed it.”I need you.

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