Ms. CEO

Chapter 7

*Not Edited*

I woke up to the sun shining through the blinds, hitting my face. I opened my eyes slowly and became instantly blinded by the rays of the scorching sun. I yelped and closed them quickly. I reluctantly turned to the other side and opened my eyes again. Instead of feeling relieved, I felt my stomach drop. There was a man on my bed. I widened my eyes and looked down at myself. I still had my clothes on, but why was this man shirtless?

His muscles bulged in his back and flexed every time he breathed in. His shoulders looked thick and muscular. His body looked nice, but I was feeling nervous. I couldn't see his face because he was facing the other way. I didn't feel sore at all, so I knew nothing had happened between us. But who was this man? And why was he sleeping on my bed? 

I quickly scrambled to my feet and walked to the bathroom so I can calm my mini heart attack down. I washed my face and dried it with a soft towel. I took in a big breath and walked back to my room. The man was still sleeping, but I guess I made too much noise because the man started to move around. He stretched out his body and yawned. I stood frozen in my spot and waited for the man to turn around to see me. He finally turned around and saw me, his eyes becoming wide. I recognized who he was immediately and was shocked to say the least.

"Mr. Lombardi? What are you doing here?" I hastily asked. Mr. Lombardi looked at me in confusion and sat up. He blinked a couple of times.

"You don't remember?" He asked in a whisper. His eyes looked like they were going to pop out any second. He looked like he was watching a horror movie and any second the killer was going to come out.

"Remember what?" I asked as I walked closer to him. I was confused. What should I remember?

"What was the last thing you remembered about last night?" He asked me, completely ignoring my previous question. 

"Um, I remembered you leaving," I said and walked back towards my bed. I sat opposite of him.

"What else?" He asked hastily. His sleepiness was gone; it was not replaced with full alert. I closed my eyes momentarily to try to remember.

"I remembered getting ready and heading towards June Club," I said and rubbed my temples. 

"That's all," I said a moment later. My head hurt, as if thousands of bees and stingrays were stinging me. My memory was hazy and obscured. Why couldn't I remember what happened? I glanced at Mr. Lombardi and saw several emotions playing on his face. 

"Are you sure Alessia?" He asked in a pained voice. I looked at him in confusion. Why was he so bothered by the idea that I couldn't remember anything about last night. Then, a thought hit me. Oh!

"Wait we didn't...do anything right?" I motioned between us as my cheeks burnt. "Is that why you're sad, because I can't remember?" I continued to ask him. He looked at me in shock.

"Wha- No!" He blurted out, but then took a big breath in. "No, we didn't do anything Alessia," he calmly said this time. I sighed in relief.

"Okay, then why are you here?" I asked. Something in this puzzle was missing and I was bound to find out. His pained expression came back. 

"Alessia," he said and reached to grab my hands. I felt a little tingle shoot through me when his big hands encased my little ones. "You were almost...raped," he whispered the last word. I widened my eyes and froze. Raped? I was almost raped? My heartbeat stopped and the little tingle I felt earlier faded away. I started to shake uncontrollably. 

"H-how?" I stammered. I felt like I was about to faint. My head started to feel weird and my body started to sway back and forth. 

"Alessia sh sh sh," Mr. Lombardi said and rubbed my hands. "It's okay. Breathe Alessia. Just breathe." I listened to him and tried to breathe normally.

"How?" I repeated after I felt a bit better. I was still trembling, but not as much as before.

"When you were at the club, I found you drinking shots after shots. I told you to stop and you told me 'who the hell do you think you are?' At that moment I realized that you were too drunk to know what you were doing." He paused and took a deep breath in. His eyes turned a shade darker."Then you left because you were bothered by what I was saying. I was telling you to stop drinking, but you got mad and just took off. I went to follow you, but you somehow got away. I looked and looked for you, but I couldn't find you. Then I saw you." He looked away. He removed his hands from mine and clenched his fists, looking away. His jaw also clenched and when he turned back to look at me, his eyes were pitch black. 

"You were struggling against a guy, but he wouldn't budge. He kept...touching you. I-I couldn't not do anything when you told him to stop. I lost it." He ducked his head down. "I ran to him and punched his fucking face. I wanted to do more damage, but I knew that you needed me. I took you in my arms and I immediately felt a wave of relief because I knew you were going to be safe now." 

I sat there frozen, not knowing what to say. I tried to process all this in my head. Mr. Lombardi saved me. I didn't know what to say for a while, and neither did he. We sat there, in silence. The only noise we heard was the ticking of a clock and the sound of birds chirping. I heard my own breathing and his too. We didn't look at each other the whole time we were quiet.

"And then what?" I softly asked after a couple of minutes of quiet. He turned to look at me with the same pained expression.

"I brought you home. I carried you to your room so you can change and I waited for you in the living room. After you didn't come out for a good fifteen minutes I came to check on you and found you crying. You were whispering 'Why? Why me?' I stayed with you, even after you fell asleep," he explained. His eyes held sorrow and he reached out to grab my hands again. 

"I couldn't leave you like that," he said sincerely. His words sent me a weird, foreign feeling. I felt a flutter in my heart. 

"Why not?" I whispered. We were close to each other now. He had scooted more closer to me. 

"Because," he whispered. "There is something about you, Alessia, that I can't get out of my head." 

He said it with so much meaning to it that my heart stopped beating. I felt like my inner spirit jumped out of my body and starting dancing in clouds. But physically, my cheeks felt hot and my breathing came out harsh. I glanced at him. He looked down at me with a strong emotion in his eyes. I was shocked; I couldn't move. His fingers came up to my lips and brushed them with his thumb. I looked at him with my widened eyes. He bent down again, and this time his lips hovered over mine. He hesitated for a second and looked at me in the eye.

"Alessia," he whispered my name. His breathed hit my face. It was intoxicating, and I wanted more. I needed more. I needed to feel his touch, his lips. I had never felt like this for someone. He was the first and I hope the last. I don't know what came up to me, but I bravely closed the gap between us and wrapped my arms around his neck. My lips had finally touched his. I felt him gulp and then he started guiding our lips. He took control as we kissed and I didn't mind. It was a blissful moment, something I've never felt of before. He kissed me with a passion, and so did I. His lips sent an electric current throughout my body. I shivered in pleasure. This was the first man who kissed me and the first man who was there for me. The first man who has ever made me feel like this, loved. 

We were set in a deep lustful passion, that I ,nor him, couldn't stop. There was a beginning, but I didn't know about the end.  

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Posted on June 30, 2015

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