His Amore

Part 10- Lorenzo

I sat on the balcony connected to my room that overlooks the garden. My back lays against the soft couch, and my feet are perched on the railing. A cigar is nestled in my right hand between my index and middle finger, and my other holds my phone, I stare at the screen taking long drags of my cigar. 

The image on the phone is almost causes a thought of guilt to cross my mind. Almost. Naina lays face down on her bed. You can't see the tears, but you can hear her sobs through the camera. Yes, I have a camera in her room, I'm not a stalker though, I have one in all the rooms, besides mine, Isa's, and my office. Anyway she is an ugly crier.

Her dog sits on the bed, resting its head on the small of her back, almost looking sad, mimicking her expression. A phone call distracts me from my image on my screen. I rotate the phone and lift it up to my ear, taking another puff of the death stick in my hand before I answer the phone. My security guard at the front gate, Roberto.

"Sí?" I ask. [yes]

"Ciao capo, una ragazza di nome Amber è davanti. Dovrei lasciarla entrare?" [hello capo, a girl named Amber is at the front. Should I let her in?]

"Sí, lei sa dove andare," I tell him. [yes, she knows where to go]

I hang up the phone and stand up, putting out my cigar on the marble ashtray that lays on a small table by the couch. Taking a sigh before walking to exit my room, opening and closing the large doors. I walk down the stairs, passing Isa's and Naina's floor. My eyes linger on the doors that line the long hallway.

Moving my feet begin to move once more, they take me down to my office. Nobody except Dante, Isa, and Gia come into my room, if that. That's why all my 'meetings' are held downstairs. 

Opening the steel doors to my office with a clang, I sit down in black leather chair, and open my computer to check my emails. 437. That's how many I have lining my folder. With a sigh I forward them to Angelo, my tech guy, to go through. He knows to send me back the important ones. 

The doors open once more with a loud bang. I can tell that it is Amber who walks in wearing a beige trench coat. I barely acknowledge her presence, only slightly looking up to nod at her, signaling for her to come here. She first shrugs off the trench coating letting it fall to the floor. Underneath leaves nothing to the imagination. Her bare body tries to walk seductively towards my desk.

"Suck," I growl once she reaches my desk.

She falls to the floor, crawling under my desk, unzipping my slacks. My cock springs out of my boxers. She looks up at me through her make-up caked face, before gripping my thick cock in her hands and shoving her mouth down my length. Amber's hand moves up and down the bottom of my length, while her mouth works on the tip.  

"All the way whore,".

She removes her hands and takes all of me in her mouth, gagging in the process. I switch tabs to check the drug shipments that should be arriving tomorrow at my private dock. Only the sound that Amber makes can be heard throughout the room as I continue to work.

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2 hours later

Amber picks up her coat and shoes, then proceeds to shoot me a wink. I roll my eyes in response, this is the second time I've fucked her, I need someone new. She's starting to get comfortable. She opens and closes the steel doors, I hear the faint sound of her heels moving away. I pick myself up as well heading to the kitchen after I am sure she has left the premises. By this point it is around nine, so no one should be in the dining room.  Peace and quiet.

Turning corners I make my way to the dining room. Only a few maids walk by me, keeping their eyes down as I walk past. I enter the kitchen, I see Gia. Gia practically raised me and Isa when our mother would travel with our father. She helped change our diapers, helped feed us, and tucked us in at night. She was basically our second mom.