Mr. Vincenzo | 18+

twenty-five

v i n c e n z o

It was only shower this time. Eloise was draped in a shirt of mine, a black one against which her pale skin stood out so stunningly. She was a stunning woman regardless of what she wore or didn't. How she was in my bed, in my arms, and in my home would forever be a labyrinth to me.

I heard a click, a shutter sound.

Stopping plating our dinner, I turned to the cutest sight. Eloise's cheeks red while her pretending she hadn't just clicked a photo, perhaps of me if the colour of her cheeks was anything to go by.

I pretended I didn't hear and continued plating the amazing dinner she made. It evoked such a domestic emotion within me, I could almost see a life with her that could never exist. But gods, did she make me think things I shouldn't.

Eloise kept down the phone as soon as I turned to her. I handed her the plate with the smaller contents and sat down on the chair beside her.

"Oh, I am so hungry," she dug her fork in and started.

"I thought you'd be satiated after the few rounds we had—"

Her eyes turned wide. "Vincenzo!"

"Is it because you didn't get to suck—"

"I'm going to hit you something, Vincenzo. I swear."

"You're so cute," I chuckled, taking a bite. She huffed. The flavours bursted in my mouth, each unique yet blended just perfect. "I didn't know you had it in you, baby. This is amazing."

Her eyes lit up. "You like it?"

"Love it. I can definitely kiss your hands."

"God, you... you just need an excuse."

"You're right. Give me a kiss now."

"Vincenzo!"

It was hard to hold down a chuckle. Eloise was, in every way, adorable. I held her left hand over the table, entwined our fingers, and kissed the back of it. "You make me feel so young again," I said, "like I'm some teenage boy getting to date the girl he has a crush on."

Eloise sucked in a huge breath. My heart clenched. And I cherish every moment with you. I wanted to add but I didn't. I had already spoken more than what she'd like to hear from a forty-year-old man. I wasn't ready to lose her so soon.

She got up from her seat and I just knew I had fucked up. I was stupid to have said anything that even suggested I was liking her more than I should and more than what she said we would be. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Give me this chance, baby, and I wouldn't say a word that you won't like a man twice your age to say to you.

Eloise stood right beside me but she looked at the floor and dining and bowls and cutlery instead of me. I grasped her hand. "Baby?"

Her face turned redder as she attempted to speak. "Actually, um, it's... oh, god... how do I?"

"Baby?"

"ThechairishardandIfeeltender."

She blew out a breath as if she succeeded in telling me what she wanted to tell. I raised a brow. "I'd appreciate some English instead of Sanskrit."