Bishop |18+|

Ch.16

Antonio

So fucking sweet.

The memories of last night came back like an inviting flood, filling my mind with the intricate and vivid images of Alia as I gave her pleasure. Her moans, her grunts and her fucking body—so goddamn sweet. Her tender tits and swollen nipples, how it melted in my mouth the second it made contact—god it was erotic. My tongue flicked along my teeth, itching with desperation as it tried to find any remnants of just a hint of her sweetness that I missed.

Dolcezza.

Tongue fucking her was the highlight, no doubt. A well deserved treat that we both needed after that date night. I knew she was pissed then, but goddamn it seeing her all riled up got me so fucking hungry. She was right—I was too caught up in work to realise the fucking beauty that stood in front of me, and I'm grateful for her for throwing some sense into me.

I was in a trance and soon snapped back to reality the second I caught the quick flicker of a yellow light turning red. My foot slammed onto the brakes, just barely stopping the Audi from hitting the person in front of me, followed by the sound of Alia letting out a small grunt as the car stopped suddenly.

"Watch it." Alia hissed upon feeling the jolt, urging me to let out a chuckle. So cute.

"Sorry." I snickered. "You distracted me."

"Ay dios mío." Alia teased back, flipping the passenger mirror out to fix up her eyeliner. "Try not to kill us next time."

I'd never. I'd kill for you.

I heard and felt the vibrations of my phone buzzing in the cup holder of the car and I looked down to see Ray flooding my phone with messages.

Ray: 'Why didn't you answer my call last night?'
Ray: 'Tony answer my fuckin calls'
Ray: (3 missed calls, 06:11)
Ray: 'Meet me at the the safe house today n stop acting so stubborn'

I sighed out sharply before I switched off my phone and continued on with the drive, enjoying the simmering and comforting sound of silence. Alia looked adorable in my hoodie, even more adorable as I watched her fix her makeup. Nothing excites me more than having a woman comfortable enough to be themselves around me. Nothing.

"So what's this assignment you two are doing?" I asked as the car started rolling once the light flickered green, my eyes looking back every now and then at Alia, standing by my promise of trying to not kill the both of us.

"Hm? What assignment?" Alia asked upon hearing my question before I looked down at her, raising a brow.

"You told me Kiki was going to help you with your assignment?"
"Oh—yeah" Alia stuttered and put her focus back on the mirror. "It's an analysis on a data based report. Kiki's good at numbers so I figured it'd be easier to force her into doing my work."

"Force her?" I chuckled and kept my hand on the wheel. "And how'd you do that?"

"I'm a journalist, Tonio." Alia rolled her eyes and looked up at me. "I can expose anyone."

"I'm so scared" I stuttered sarcastically. "And what would you expose her for?"

Alia popped her lips after applying lip balm and flipped the mirror, stuffing her makeup back into her little bag. "Her and Ray's love life. She's a very open person."