P A R I S
As I stand in the bright supermarket aisle, restocking the shelves with products, I can't stop thinking about what happened with Luciano at his sister's place. The way he was so in control, even with me on top, was... the sexiest thing I've ever experienced.
I bite my lip, remembering how Luciano felt under me. His hard, muscular body and his thick dick rubbing up against my pussy was just incredible. His hand wrapped around my throat, strong and possessive, left me breathless in the best possible way. When his fingers slipped into my mouth—oh, God—those fingers tasted of raw power and dominance.
A moan almost slips out as I replay the memory, and my cheeks go red. Shit. I'm definitely getting turned on. My breath quickens, and without thinking, I put my hand on my neck, trying to replicate the feeling he gave me. I squeeze, closing my eyes as I desperately try to capture that same intense pressure, that sense of being completely at his mercy.
But my hand? It's too tiny, too soft, too weak. It doesn't have that rough strength, raw dominance, or firm control that Luciano's does. I sigh, feeling frustrated and defeated, and just let my hand drop.
No matter how hard I try, I can't recreate that sensation. His touch left a mark on me that I can't reproduce on my own. It's not just the physical feeling; it's the way he made me feel—vulnerable yet safe, completely dominated yet craving more.
I shake my head, trying to focus on stocking the shelves. But as I reach for the next item, my mind keeps drifts back to him. I just want to feel that way again and have him make me feel it once more. As I sigh, lost in thoughts of Luciano and the way he's been pulling away since that night, a harsh voice jolts me out of my daydream.
"Paris! What the hell are you doing? Are you just going to stand there daydreaming all day? Get the fuck back to work!" The manager barks, clearly pissed off.
I barely restrain a snarl, forcing a polite expression. Internally, I call him every nasty name I could think of. He's a total jerk who loves making my job hell.
He never misses a chance to be a dick, and today's no different. He acts like I'm the only one screwing up, and it's always the same old crap. I'm fed up with his bullshit. I stare blankly at him, fighting the urge to roll my eyes.
"Sorry. It won't happen again." I mutter when he finally shuts the fuck up.
"Just get back to work." He says curtly and as soon as he turns his back, I flip him off.
"Asshole." I spit out, my expression dark.
As I get back to work, my phone buzzes. I check it and see a message from a school friend asking if I'm up for a girls' night out tonight.
A night out sounds perfect—just what I need to unwind and forget about everything, including that whole secret seduction mission with Luciano. I quickly reply that I'm in. Later, while getting ready, I remember I need some cash for the night out. I decide to text Luciano since he's still at work.
❝ Me
Hey Luciano, can you spot me 150 bucks for tonight?
Going out with some friends. ❞
❝ Xtra hot sauce 🥵🔥🫦
Got a credit card? ❞
❝ Me
Yep! 😗 ❞
❝ Xtra hot sauce 🥵🔥🫦
Send me the number. ❞
I text back with my card details, and seconds later, I receive a notification: Luciano has sent me $300. My heart skips a beat and smile, biting my lip.
❝ Me
Thanks a lot for the money!
I'll pay you back soon. 😘💕 ❞
❝ Xtra hot sauce 🥵🔥🫦
No need to.
Just don't stay out too late. ❞
I smile and put my phone away, grinning at myself in the mirror as I touch up my makeup one last time. Tonight's all about taking a break and having some fun with friends. At the trendy rooftop bar, we enjoy the sunset and the amazing city view.
We start the night with drinks, snapping photos, laughing, and chatting. The lively atmosphere is just what I needed. While we're enjoying our cocktails, Jenny looks at me with a curious look.
"So, Ari, what's the scoop with your love life? We never see you with anyone. Are you keeping a secret?" Jenny asks and I laugh, shaking my head.
"Nope, no secrets. I'm just not dating anyone right now."
"Or maybe you're into girls? That's totally cool if you are." Laura chimes in with a playful smirk and I chuckle.
"No, it's not that. I'm just not... really into guys my age." I admit and their eyes widen in surprise.
"Hold up, so you're saying you're into older guys? Tell us everything!" Jenny exclaims.
"Yeah, spill the details! We want to hear all about it!" Laura agrees and I laugh at their enthusiasm.
"Well, it's not exactly something I've talked about much, but yeah, I'm definitely more into older men. They're just... different."
Jenny and Laura exchange excited glances, clearly intrigued.
"Different how?" Jenny asks, leaning closer.
I shrug, a smile playing on my lips.
"It's just a personal thing. They've got more experience and, honestly, they just know what they're doing." I explain, blushing a bit as Luciano's face pops into my mind unbidden.
"Ooh, sounds intriguing!" Laura giggles.
Meanwhile, Jenny's eyes narrow playfully as she catches my reaction.
"Someone's thinking about a certain someone. Spill! Do you have someone in mind?" Jenny inquires and I smile.
"Maybe," I admit, not giving too much away. "But I'm not saying who."
"Come on, Ari, give us something. What's he like?" Laura nudges me playfully.
I bite my lip, my blush deepening as I think about Luciano.
"He's... incredible. He's got this confidence, you know? Like he's in control, but in a way that makes you feel safe around him. And he's got that whole tall, dark, and ridiculously handsome thing going on. Broad shoulders, killer eyes..."
Jenny squeals, nearly bouncing in her seat.
"Stop, you're killing us! He sounds like a dream."
I can't help but giggle at their excitement.
"And guess what? He's Italian." I add, grinning as their eyes practically pop out.
Laura clasps her hands together dramatically.
"Italian? Oh my God, Paris, he's basically perfect! So, do you guys actually talk? Hang out?"
I nod, trying to keep my grin from getting too wide.
"Yeah, we do. We're definitely close. But... we're not officially dating or anything. It's complicated."
Jenny's expression softens as she notices the frustration in my voice and gives me a sympathetic look.
"Complicated how?"
I sigh, propping my chin up with my hand and twirling my straw in my drink.
"It's just... there's a lot going on. He's older, and I'm not sure where we stand. It's like there's this wall between us that I can't quite figure out how to climb."
Laura reaches over and squeezes my hand.
"You'll figure it out, Paris. Just take it one step at a time. And if he's worth it, it'll all work out in the end."
I smile at their support, feeling a little lighter. As the night goes on, Laura suggests we head to a karaoke bar, and everyone agrees. It sounds like the perfect way to keep the fun going.
❀❀❀
As I stumble out of the Uber, my shoes clutched in my hand, I give Jenny and Laura a big, tipsy wave. They're both giggling and swaying in their seats.
"Thanks for tonight, guys!" I shout with a goofy grin, trying not to trip over my own feet.
"Anytime! Can't wait for the next one!" Jenny shouts back, her cheeks flushed.
Laura giggles, giving me a thumbs-up.
"Bye! Don't stay out too late!"
I blow them a kiss and wobble toward the front door, still smiling and trying to keep my balance. The night's fun has left me a bit tipsy. I fumble with my keys, trying to sneak in quietly.
I manage to unlock the door and I step inside. As I stumble through the front door, my shoes dangling in one hand, I glance at the clock on my phone and realize how late it is.
"Shit..."
The night flew by faster than I thought, and I'm really hoping Luciano isn't awake because I'm in big trouble. I try to tiptoe quietly, but my balance is off, and I end up swaying a bit.
"Shh, don't make a sound." I whisper to myself as I clumsily make my way down the hall.
"Paris fucking Collins!"
I trip into the kitchen, and a familiar voice makes me jump. I squint at Luciano who's perched on a bar stool at the counter, his laptop screen lighting up his face. The scowl on his face reminds me of one of those grumpy cat memes, and I'm struggling not to laugh.
"What time do you think this is? And why the fuck are you drunk?" Luciano barks, his voice rough with frustration.
I lazily grin at him as I stagger closer, struggling to stay upright.
"Just fashionably late," I slur, swaying a bit. "No biggie."
Luciano's scowl deepens, but I'm too tipsy to care. Ignoring his anger, I drop my shoes on the floor and boldly sway toward him. With a teasing smirk, I clumsily climb onto his lap. The height of the chair makes it tricky, and I nearly fall, but I finally manage to straddle him, hugging him tightly.