( this book is currently being HEAVILY edited. I suggest not reading unless you are okay with slight errors.)
In which a 40 year old Italian man falls into the trap of an 22 year old seductress, who babysits his children.
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Our eyes stayed on eac...
"Put him on his knees, give him something to believe in."
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I stood directly in front of the door of Gianna's home, raising a fist to knock against the hardwood. I took in a breath to at least try and calm my nerves. I felt like a teenager in high school, about to take the prettiest girl to prom. But this was far more anxiety inducing than what my younger self had gone through on the day. I felt a sliver of regret creep its way into my mind. I knew this was immoral of me. Falling to the knees of a girl almost half my age, but I had been captivated from the start and was too far gone to turn back now. Perhaps it was time to do what I pleased without worrying about repercussions.
I pushed the bothersome thoughts to the back of my mind and cleared my throat as I heard the opening of the object that blocked my view of my stunning plus one. Instead of coming face to face with Gianna, I was met with a blonde haired girl. Beautiful, but not enough to hold a flame to my little vixen. This must have been Celine, the best friend if I recall.
"You must be Mr Moritello." She greeted, with a smile on her face, she slowly opened the door wider and beckoned me in. I tried to ignore the holes she burned onto the back of my head as she checked me out, but I'm used to it by now. I knew I was an attractive man.
"Please, call me Alex." I replied politely.
My mind wandered back to the last time I was here, just last night where I shared my whole life story with the other occupant of this home. I was reluctant to leave at 4 a.m. but I knew better than to stay overnight.
"Alright Alex, she'll be down in a minute. Last minute nervous jitters." She laughed, allowing the sound to echo throughout the room. I gave her a tight lipped smile in reply.
"Better yet, let me go check on her." Before I had the time to speak, the blonde rushed upstairs. "You didn't mention he was that fine." She whispered not so quietly. I heard a faint 'shhh' before they both erupted into a fit of giggles.
The clicking of high heels could be heard as I took a first glance of Gianna. She was strikingly beautiful, I expected nothing more. The dress I had chosen hugged her luscious curves perfectly, clinging to all the right places. Her hair cascaded in perfect curls down her back, completely enthralling me. She nervously locked eyes with me and for the first time in almost ten years. I felt butterflies. I, Alexander Moritello felt fucking butterflies as I watched her advance closer to me.
"Hi." She whispered, staring into my brown orbs. I grabbed her hand and lifted it to my lips, never breaking eye contact. "You look out of this world." I complimented. Her roommate squealed from behind us, breaking the trance we both seemed to be in.
"It's picture time!" Gianna groaned as a camera was shoved in her face. "Come on just one." I smiled at her and pulled my date in by the waist, smiling happily as I heard the shutter click. "Perfect. You two should go now, don't wanna be late, bye! Have fun and remember, safe sex is the best sex!" Gianna's check flushed red as the door was shut behind us. I laughed out loud despite how coy she seemed to be.
