A Year Away From Her

Chapter 3

~Three Years Later~

I was busy working on my final essay for one of my last classes that I needed in order to get my Bachelor degree. When I suddenly felt hands wrapped around my waist which was soon followed by kisses along my bare neck and my shoulder for I was wearing a tank top. I chuckled, but continued to type on my computer. However, those kisses soon turned into Viviana sucking on my neck, making little hickeys along my neck close to the spot that would made me stop working in a heartbeat.

"Vivi, I need to finish this." I moaned out, and tried to concentrate on the paper.

Lucky for me, she pulled away from attacking my neck and rested her head on my shoulder, looking over at my work. "Come on, come to bed with me and I promise to write your paper for you."

Her offer was tempting, for it had been a while since we've been together and Vivi was gifted with the talent of making some of the best essay's known to man. It was one thing I never understood, I would spend weeks working on a paper and would get a B or sometimes a B- on the paper while Viviana would spend a few hours and would alway get an A or an A-. In a way, her offer was a win-win situation. I would get pleasure and a good grade in the class, but I shook my head at her attempt to get me into bed with her.

I glanced back at her over my shoulder, "No, Vivi, I need to finish this by myself, I'm almost done with this semester and I will finally get to graduate."

She rolled her eyes and pulled away from me completely. "Finally, then you get to spend more time with me instead of that god forsaken laptop. It gets more attention than I do."

I rolled my eyes and turned my body to her, only to see she had her arms cross in front of her chest, almost pouting. "You can blame your Grandfather for that. I would have been done last year, but he insisted that I come with you to Italy for a year. Which resulted in me having to repeat a semester because I did so horrible in it. So blame him."

She gave a small smile, "You loved being with Grandfather and you know it. You loved fighting with him on everything."

She wasn't completely wrong. Grandfather Rico had brought out something I didn't know I had in me and that was to fight for everything that I wanted and what I had. According to him, he knew I had it all along, but he really wanted to get it out of me, so he would test me on everything. Yes, it was completely annoying because he would question every single one of my decisions, even down to what I eat in the morning, just to get a rise out of me. And it worked. But then, at one point, he started making fun of my decisions and my parents decisions, and that's when he crossed a line. I was so close to letting out everything on him, but then he started clapping, proud that he knew that he could trust me with the one thing he loved most, Vivi and his Mafia. He saw I was willing to fight for things I cared about, no matter the cost.

By the time we left Italy and Grandfather Rico, we were both twenty-one, only a couple of years before our wedding. When we returned to Texas, Vivi and I carried on with our somewhat normal lives. She went back to working with her father while I focused on school and that's how the past two years have been for us. She was now twenty-four and I was about to turn twenty-four in three months, meaning that on my twenty-fourth birthday, I would have exactly 372 days before I married Viviana and unite our mobs for we were to be wed seven days after my twenty-fifth birthday. The date was already set and invitations were only days away from being sent out.

Our relationship, however, hasn't changed since my sophomore year of college and neither did our sex life. I still haven't touch Vivi, my body just refused it, but it still welcomed her touch. But the main reason why Vivi and I hadn't been together in an intimate way was because I was getting bored of Viviana. Of course, she didn't know that, and I couldn't talk to my parents about it because it would just be weird.