Kitten | 18+ {finished}

Nine

Ava

I turned my head to watch the mass of people we drove by and the shop windows that displayed everything from clothes to shoes. Me and my dad were headed to his work, as I once in a while accompanied him. Especially during the summer because I had nothing better to do, other than partying and getting drunk, and I enjoyed my dad's company. He was very good at whatever he did and I was happy to see him getting the credit and respect he deserved, as a CEO.

When we walked out of the car our private chauffeur wished us a good day and I smiled at him. I closed the door behind me and tilted my head up to be able to see the huge building. It was in the middle of the city, and I heard the heavy traffic behind me. My dad put his arm around my shoulder and we started walking towards the entrance. I was kind of nervous for today. He told me this morning that he had a surprise for me, that he thought I would be happy about. I hadn't been able to stop thinking about it, wondering what it was.

"Goodmorning, Sir. Goodmorning Ava, welcome back." The receptionist said as we passed her, going to the elevators. I smiled at her.

"Thank you"

I watched him press the button for the elevator and then he turned to me.

"Sweetie, I have a meeting to attend to but I want you to walk up to my office. It won't take too long, an hour or two." He smiled at me apologetically.

"It's fine, dad." He kissed my cheek before walking away, probably going to the cafe to grab a coffee, I had gotten my addiction from him.

I stood in his big office, looking out on the city from his wall of windows. I was too caught up in my thoughts to hear the door close and to feel the presence behind me.

"Missed me, love?" I jumped at the voice. As I turned around I was met with someone I thought I'd never see again.

"Lorenzo..wha-what are you doing here?" A smile coated my face as I ran to him and threw my arms around his neck, he hugged me back. He put a gentle kiss on my neck before releasing my body. It made tiny butterflies erupt inside me.

"I couldn't stay in Italy for too long, and I missed my favorite little girl." His beautiful smile almost gave me goosebumps. Enzo was four years older than me and when he worked for my dad he and I kind of...had a thing. Basically, it was just sex, but we both were sad when he had to move back to Italy to take care of his sick mom. I hadn't seen him in two years, and I know, I was young when it started. But Enzo wasn't just anyone, he was one of my favorite people, the sex was just a bonus.

"I missed you too, Enzo." I pulled him in for another hug. I had to stand on my toes, even though I was wearing heels, to reach around his neck.

"I see you've already met your surprise." We let go of each other when my dad's voice was heard.

"This was your doing?"

He smiled proudly.

"Of course, I knew how close you two were and I wanted to surprise you."

Enzo and I exchanged a look. The corner of his lip was turned up into a small smirk. My dad never knew of our 'relationship'. We thought it was unnecessary, as we wanted it to be something between just the two of us.

"You kids want to head down to the cafe? I'm craving a coffee but have too much work to do." He sighed as he walked to sit behind his desk.

"Of course, no problem." Enzo said and practically pushed me out of the room. He closed the door behind us and then led me to the elevators. As we walked he put his hand on my lower back, making me tense a bit. I never caught feelings for Enzo, it was mainly physical. But he always made my body respond in a certain way.

After getting our orders we walked out of the cafe with the cups in our hands, we laughed and talked, catching up. It was nice seeing him after so long, it felt good, familiar.

My dad finally let us go home after almost a full day of helping him out with the paperwork. Although he still had some stuff left to finish, so Enzo was going to drive us home. Apparently, he was staying with us for a week, my dad insisted. I thought it might be nice having him close for some time, I just hoped my dad wouldn't suspect anything about our past relationship. And with another guy to talk to every day I hoped he could help me get James out of my head. When I saw Enzo all the memories we had came rushing back, the great sex, the amazing connection we shared. But I  couldn't help but to compare him to James, the way he had whispered in my ear, the way he made me feel..it was frustrating. James was a dick and didn't deserve to occupy my thoughts, but he did. All the time.

The car ride was filled with laughing, until we just sat back, enjoying the other's company. His hand went on my thigh and I tensed. My body seemed to remember his touch. He turned to me and smiled.

"Is this too much?"

I shook my head, smiling back.

When we got home we stepped out of the car and walked inside. My dad wanted me to come to his work tomorrow too, as he barely spent any time with me. Enzo offered to join me. He had been to our house before, so he went to the kitchen while I took off my jacket. When I walked in he was leaning his back on the counter while drinking a glass of water. He had a black button-up shirt on with black pants. The first three buttons were opened, which displayed his muscular chest. I stopped in the doorway leaning my side against it. I studied his handsome features. He looked like a man, with his muscular body, tall figure, and sculptured face. He might be the only man who was even close to James De Luca's stunning looks. Yet James was so much more than just handsome. I shook my head, getting rid of my thoughts. I was again comparing another man to him...ugh.

He noticed my presence and turned his head to me, a smile on his lips.

"Why are you standing there, come, I need a hug." Enzo had always been very touchy with me, it didn't even have to be sexual. He held me tightly with his large hands around my waist. I inhaled his manly smell before I let his body go and created some distance between us. He looked at me with hunger. I had to look down, his intense gaze was too much.

"Do you ever think about us?" He asked carefully, as if he was afraid of the answer. I still had my eyes on the floor.

I nodded.

"Sometimes, yes."

He stepped closer to me.

"I think about us every day." His voice was soft but the lust that hid under it was loud.

I felt him take a hold of my jaw, lifting my head up to meet his eyes. He sighed as he gazed into my eyes deeply. He leaned forward, hovering above my lips, and I didn't move away, my breathing hitched. Then his hand fell back to his side, and he backed away. My heart clenched at the way he looked at me. It was more than just hunger, it was adoration.

"Goodnight, Ava." He gave me a small smile when he walked out, leaving me in the kitchen by myself. My heart was beating rapidly in my chest. I felt it now.

The goosebumps.

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