Her Godfather (18+)

Chapter 15

"Did you miss me belle?" Asked Raphael, giving her a dazzling smile.

Ivy let out a squeal, leaning up to wrap her arms around his neck and giving him a tight hug. She hadn't seen Raphael in over a year ever since she got back from her summer internship in France. Raphael was the CEO of the place she had worked at and his father was also good friends with hers. The day they had met, they instantly clicked and were inseparable ever since.

Raphael let out a laugh, "I'll take that as a yes."

Pulling back, she looked up at his handsome face. Handsome would be an understatement when it came to Raphael, well over six feet, long dark blond hair that he pulled back in a "man bun", dark blue eyes and chiseled features, Raphael had lived up to his playboy reputation. Many women fell for his charms and she was one of them.

"Of course I missed you. Come in, I'm sorry this place is a mess." She said, cringing at the piles of clothes and books scattered across the floor and table.

"ce n'est pas un problème, I came here to see you not your dorm." He said, taking a seat on her couch and pulling her down next to him, "now tell me, what has my favorite girl been up to?"

Ivy sighed and laid her head on his shoulders, "where do I start?"

Laying a finger under her chin, he lifted her head up to look at him before laying a gentle kiss on her forehead. "You can start by telling me why you look so sad mon amour."

Ivy felt tears gather in her eyes before a sob tore free. She couldn't hold it in anymore, her heart still ached for Matteo, her body ached for him. She constantly thought about him, what was he doing? Was he sleeping alright? Did he still have nightmares? Was he still going to his therapy sessions? Was he with her?

The thought of him being with someone else, physically and emotionally broke her heart.

"Shshsh it's okay, it's okay. I'm right here." Said Raphael soothingly, while stroking her hair.

After a while, her sobbing died down. She ended up spilling everything that happened to Raphael, well not everything. She knew better than to mention Matteos name and how she knew him. By the time she finished telling him everything, she looked at Raphael to see his reaction but he kept a relatively neutral expression.

For a moment he was silent, as if digesting everything she was saying before he started shaking his head in disbelief. "quel putain d'idiot." He muttered under his breath, before looking straight in her eyes. "Any man who is ashamed of you is a fúcking idiot. If you were mine, I would want the whole world to know that." He said, then he gave her a small smile. "But I'm not that lucky am I?"

Ivy's eyes dropped, she knew what he was talking about. In the three months they spent together in France, they had went from friends to lovers. She had been 19 at the time while he was 32, he was her first older lover, and what an amazing lover he was. They would spend hours everyday in bed together, he had taught her the difference of making love and raw hard fúcking. Remembering the things they had together made her clench her thighs together.

But while they had amazing sexual chemistry, that was all it was, they had agreed from the beginning that it was a no strings attached relationship. Ivy knew she wasn't in love with him, but it was different for Raphael. He had starting touching and looking at her differently, and when it was time for her to leave he had confessed his feeling for her. A part of her had known this for a while, but she didn't want to lead him on so she had let him down gently. Thankfully Raphael had taken it well and they had stayed good friends.

"I'm sorry." She didn't know exactly what she was apologizing for. For not being in love with him? For falling in love with someone else?

Raphael just shrugged off her apology, "there's nothing to apologize for belle. I'm just happy I get to see you while I'm here."