Suited

Forty Eight

Lawrence Whitacre's Point of View

I went a month without sex in April. Finals were in May, so I needed to focus. Signore and I slept in separate rooms, I wore my cage, opal collar, and cuffs, and I studied. Signore was strict about my time. I had other responsibilities around the house but he took over most of them to compensate for my preoccupation. In return, I didn't go to the parties and in my downtime—what little of it there was—I spent time with him. Of course, I wouldn't want it any other way. I missed him. In May, I went on campus five times for exams. I had to drive because Signore had work and my father was still vehemently opposed to public transport. I liked my car though. She was a beauty. 

Signore was calling his father a lot. Apparently divorces in Italy were done differently. Alvaro and Diana had to be physically separated for at least six months before the paperwork could be filed. Signore ended up having to fly over to co-sign for a new apartment for him. His father was old but worked at a grocery store so the little studio was within his budget. It was also by a pizza place, which was non negotiable for him. As for his mother, Signore was still sending her money; however, he was rather frustrated with that agreement and would stop once the divorce was finalized.

Signore didn't allow me on the trip and I didn't have the time to go. He was only gone two days anyway. I missed him even more then but he called to remind me about my meds and to say good night. I'm glad he was only gone for two days and got home the same day I got my final grades. I knew he'd be tired, so I printed my transcript and left it on the counter by his plate. I'd cleaned the entire house and cooked in the time he was gone. I also prepared myself in case he'd want me and left the lube on the dresser with my special leathers in case he let me want him. Topping was a rare treat but I figured I should cover all my bases.

I was watching TV when he returned and, as I thought, he was exhausted. All he asked for directly was a welcome home kiss so I gave him one happily before he ate his dinner and reviewed my grades. Those earned me sex.

In the morning, I decided to tell him I overstepped about something but I swallowed my meds first so I wouldn't forget. I took my inhaler too and the jitters probably made me ramble but he made me a cup of tea and asked "What do you think you did?"

I swallowed a piping gulp of jasmine and white. "It's about your birthday, Sir."

His brows furrowed. "That's a ways away."

"Not in Disney terms, Sir. I have to book the dinner reservations in a couple weeks to make sure we get them."

He stopped wiping down the counter to look at me with glittering eyes. "Disney terms?"

"Yes, Sir. I picked Orlando since it's closer and I've already handled the park tickets and the hotel. And I"—the major issue—"Um. I told Gabriel so he'd give you from June twenty ninth to July sixth off. Paid, obviously, but in hindsight, I definitely should've checked with you first. I just got so excited—"

"Ragazzo I'm excited!" Oh thank fuck. "Do you need me to do anything?"

I texted him the link to all the restaurants and my itinerary. "Can you pick the dinners? Everything else can be casual, unless you'd prefer sit down meals but I was thinking we could do brunch at the hotel and sleep in."

"I think brunch will be fine. I'm due a vacation anyway with all the craziness going on." I asked how his father was doing. "As good as one really can be in his situation, I suppose. He's glad to be away but it's all an adjustment."

"Of course."

I decided to risk asking if he'd spoken to his mother. He let out a loud sigh. "Yeah." Then he laughed. "She is batshit. I don't know how my father tolerated her for forty three years. She slashed his tires!"