Little Dark Secrets

Life of Lies

Gianni woke up up with a lazy smile on his face. Last night really happened. The sun was shining in his room. His nakedness covered by his soft comforter.

He truly felt like he was floating on the clouds. His mood was so elevated not even Jolene's hateful remarks could bring him down.

Jolene.

Man she was amazing. Gianni was still in that post orgasmic state as he thought about her. Her body... holy sh*t her body was amazing. Her moans were beautiful. Her eyes were hypnotizing. Everything about Jolene Gianni wanted to drown in.

She fit right like he was made for her. He almost groaned remembering their lustful night. She woke him up at 1:30 AM for a second round. She seemed less nervous the second time around.

Gianni initiated the third round at 5:30 AM. He didn't plan on it of course. It just fell right into place when she laced her fingers subconsciously with his. There was no urge to resists kissing her and devouring her in that moment. He couldn't help but be super optimistic about what this meant for them. Maybe just MAYBE she felt something slightly for him too?

He reached his hand to find Jolene's body but he didn't. He looked at the spot she was laying in and found it empty and a spot of blood.

It was really small but still. Gianni wasn't dumb. He knew exactly what that meant.

"Sh*t!" Gianni cursed. She was a virgin. That lying little... he pulled his roots frustrated. He would've been more gentle with her if he knew better.

Lust clouded all his judgement last night he didn't even find anything suspicious about her initial hesitance.

Why didn't she just say so?

Because you and her both know you wouldn't take her virginity if you knew. You would've wanted her to have sex at a better moment than in anger.

Gianni groaned at his inner monologue.

He got up searching for her around the house like a puppy when he found a napkin with her handwritting.

You were a good f*ck.

-Madden

She was definitely gone...and so was his motorcycle apparently. His keys were not on the dresser.

Despite knowing she was gone he continued looking. On the front door was a taped napkin.

Relax, it will be returned.

He sighed. He could hear her saying that herself. He begrudgingly head to the kitchen to eat his breakfast alone.

He was going to cook for her but she ran out of the house like it was on fire. He went about eating his breakfast staring at the empty rooms.

That's all he ever saw. Even when Catelina was here. The rooms were empty. He was all by himself. Angelo his only real friend had his own life. He had a family.

Gianni was a little envious of that fact. He always had been. A beautiful family.

He used to want a house full of children. That would run around and always bug him. He loved that. He didn't want to be alone anymore.

It would surely make his days a lot more worth while. He looked at his now empty bowl and tossed it in the sink to wash it later before hitting the shower.

Catelina would surely try to make sure he was never lonely. However he never could truly feel satisfied with her. He wished he could love her. They were thrown together by elders and Gianni was never happy about it.