The Mafia Boyfriend

The Unsatisfaction

The heaviness and realization of what is to become of me, that has been weighing down my shoulders since I arrived in this house, comes in full force. I feel tired and I sit comfortably on one of the sofa cushions, pondering if being here means my life is pretty much over.

- This has been one long ass day, I swear.

Alex seems amused at my remark. He doesn't sit. Instead, he checks his expensive gold wristwatch and gazes back at me. He doesn't seem to just observe me like a normal person would an almost stranger. He looks at me like he's five and he just entered a Hershey's store.

Even though I'm still wearing the most unsexy thing I could ever have on me, and probably could smell a lot better, he stares at my position on the couch with lustful eyes, like he's hungry and wants to eat me. His eyes wander from my face and down my body, while keeping his always present smirk.

The thought of how I must resemble a tomato right now makes me sit straight. I don't wanna appear relaxed right now as that might seem like some sort of invitation to share Alex's room tonight. He realizes the sudden change in posture and says nonchalantly:

- Don't worry, I don't bite. - More embarrassment spreads throughout my cheeks. - Come, I'll take you to your room.

I take the queue to avoid more color to my cheeks and follow him through a long hallway and up a flight of a wide staircase. He leads me to one of the many doors in the upper floor and opens it.

I'm a bit taken aback by what I first see. There's a big white cushioned headboard on top of the bed. The walls are a soft grey and a big window occupies the whole wall to the further end of the room. Outside, you see the world. Inside, you see this beautiful zen space with soft shades of creams and grays. I seriously wonder who did his Interior Design. I might consider hiring that person. If I do come back to my apartment, that is.

I enter, slowly, fascinated and a bit skeptical of this reality. I had always wondered what it would feel like to sleep in a room where you can see the sunrise. Maybe I could see it in the morning. I still have my mouth open when I turn around to Alex.

- Are you sure I can stay in this room? Like sure, sure? There's no mistake?

- I'm sure, A. And so you know, I'm right over there, on the other side of the hallway.

My eyes look at his door, like I have X-ray vision. I stretch my neck to see behind him, while he still lingers on the door frame of my room. So he will be right there, on the other side of the hall? How am I going to sleep?

The closeness is evident as the smell of his cologne enters my nostrils. It's a lovely smell, and one that I gladly accept. This odor has been invading my nose for a while and it's starting to feel familiar. I take a whiff while closing my eyes. I sense him tense up. As I am about to apologize for being so reckless and rude, he closes the distance between us and touches his lips on the corner of my mouth. It isn't a real kiss, but it also is too intimate to not be a kiss. His lips are soft, like two marshmallows. I feel a bit of roughness and notice his beard hairs up close. I can't help myself but to look at his lips as he withdraws from the kiss. 

He's so beautiful. This gorgeous man just kissed me. My insides are tumbling around and partying like I am some sort of horny teenager. My thighs quiver and I want to press them together real bad. I feel seriously aroused as I extend a hand to touch his sleeve. I plan to put him inside this room and close the door. An even more irrational thought. But as I do, Alex, the master of all mind games, sneaks away from my reaching hand and walks into the corridor.

- That was just a taste, A. You better be ready for the next time.

When he enters his room, I close my door with strength and lock it. I'm fuming with unsatisfactory feelings as I press my back against the door. Damn it. He almost got me. And the worst thing is - what am I gonna do with this arousal?