Chapter 53

                                    

                                          


        I don't think I've ever fallen into a deeper dreamless sleep than I have last night, after the most intense session of sex and punishments with a handsome Dominant Italian businessman from New York, who worked four intense orgasms out of me. 
My limbs were so sore, and my core was achy and needed soothing. My skin was covered in love bites and my nipples were still sensitive from all his mouth play. 
Gabriele took care of me though. He and I cuddled all night, and he ordered us a large hearty breakfast this morning, because yes, he did let me sleep with him. After breakfast he took me to the balcony I didn't even realize he had, with a beautiful hot tub he had us rest in to help relax our tired limbs. Or at least my tired limbs because he seemed completely fine. 
He gave my shoulders a massage and had me sit between his legs and lean back on him while we hung out in the water and chatted idly. It wasn't until around 4pm that I even left that luxurious hotel suite to head home. 
        Since it's Friday I don't have to work for another five hours, which is perfect timing for me to go home to rest and gather myself for my shift after the kind of night I had. Gabriele and I had exchanged numbers just because. He's sexy and exciting, but also he lives four hours away, which means I really won't be seeing him at all. 
A friendly text once in a while never hurt anybody. 
        When I got back to the townhouse I climbed the stairs to get to my floor and I winced from soreness, reminding me again of last night. I'd been sore a lot recently because Renzo knew how to work me over just as well, and he'd been taking advantage of that when I was at his house and in the office several days ago. 
Who am I now? I feel like a different person since coming here. Sex with two different men in one week. This isn't me...I think? All my thoughts halted when I got to my front door and I saw there were holes that looked to be punching or kicking dents in the door...and it was cracked open, like someone had broken in, but didn't even bother to shut it closed afterward. 
I took a few steps backwards and pulled my phone out, ready to call 911, but I figured the apartment is probably empty by now and with all of my things with it. My heart beat out of my chest and with my thumb hovering over the dial button I lightly shoved the door open to peek in.
        My eyes darted around the place since mostly everything was visible from the front door, but all seemed quiet. I still hesitated to enter. Should I get the police here first? Should I contact the owner? I wasn't sure what to make of all this. I decided to take a few steps inside. At the first sign of trouble I am running out of here, so I left the front door wide open. 
Nothing appeared to be stolen so far. My flat screen was still on the stand and nothing looked rummaged through. I peeked in the book nook just to be sure no criminal was hiding there upon hearing me coming, but again everything looked normal. 
It was when I stepped into my bedroom that I paused again. I clicked out of the 911 dial and huffed in total confusion and frustration. 
        Laying across my teal duvet was the large body of Renzo Revello, and he was passed out. Shoes still on, clothes still from last night, and with a bottle of some kind of liquor knocked over on my nightstand. I didn't know what to make of this. I just gaped at the sight of him and the cuts he had going up and down his exposed forearm. His sleeves were rolled up, so it was entirely visible to me. What the heck happened last night?
        "Renzo?" I called out softly. He didn't budge. I walked a little closer and gave his thick thigh a shove. "Renzo?" I called out with a little more volume. Is he dead?! He wasn't moving at all. I exhaled in relief when I noticed the slight rise and fall of his back from his breathing, because yes, he was faced down on the bed with his face only slightly to the side for air.