To say Gio was the happiest person to see that the wedding did not go through was an understatement. When he saw Blaire, he swooped her up in a big big bear hug and spun her around in the air. He revealed the divorce papers he had printed and shredded them in front of her, telling her how happy he is that he didn't have to use these. He also took a great deal of pleasure, firing him and the woman who we found out he broke up with at the night of Blaire's birthday party, after he screwed her though.

However, when he learned that she had moved on to someone else, my brother nonetheless, he was a bit confused. He stood staring at her, not a sound or syllable leaving his mouth.

"The tall one, right?" He had asked, referring to which brother she had moved on with.

"Yes." Was her reply, her smile broadened at just the mention of him. I don't recall her like this with Noah; it was refreshing. It made sense why Logan seemed so uncharacteristically different.

"I'm going to need to have a word with him. I had respect for him when I met him but I still need to know where his mental and emotional state is in this relationship," he made known.

We all stared at him, who seemed to still be mulling over the change of events. He makes eye contact with her and tilts his head to the side, running his hand along his chin.

"Don't you think it's too early for a new relationship?" Blaire and I burst out laughing, knowing it was right on time.

Presently, Blaire and Logan took advantage of her honeymoon trip to get to know each other more. I am still bewildered by the fact that Logan is taking a break from his job to go on vacation. For the ten years he's worked in the force, Logan had turned down any vacation offer because according to him 'Crime doesn't stop'.

Adding to the list of surprises since the wedding, Gio took a sabbatical from the Pierce Corporated Limited building. Apparently, he was tired of seeing the glass windows and decided to take a few days working at home. He also ordered that I took a sabbatical as well and stay with him at his house.

Hence, here we were swarmed with files. He was seated at the island while I was on the couch, munching away on the wedding cake. His expensive leather couch that I had gotten used to. Per request, I got the bottom half of the wedding cake while the parents got the top half; Gio kept it in his fridge for me. His stomach grumbled loudly causing him to blow raspberries and trudged to the fridge.

"Do you want me to make something for you as well or are you going to stick to your cake?" he mocked. It was my fifth slice going sixth. It was delicious.

"I'll stick to my cake, thank you," I affirmed, shoving the last slice of cake in my mouth, moaning aloud to tease him.

He chuckles to himself. "I'll cook for the both of us."

"What are you making, anyway?" I ask, setting my laptop to the side and accompany him in the kitchen.

"I don't know, maybe just pasta," he shrugs both shoulders while I cut another slice. "Why don't you stuff your face in the entire thing?"

I dramatically gasp, placing a hand to my chest. "Are you referencing me to Bruce from Matilda?

He side glances me with a smirk, places a quick peck on my forehead, sends a wink and pushes me out of the kitchen. "Yes, I am. Now, leave. You're distracting me."

I was tempted to distract him even more but I decided against it for his sake. Okay, more like for my sake, but who cares. A song popped inside my head and I started humming it, my feet tapping along to the beat while I ate my cake in glee. The softness of the red velvet melts perfectly in my mouth, my head tilts to the side and my eyes rolling back.

The sound of a low chuckle jolts me out of my cake fantasy. I look up to see Gio shaking his head with a smile on his face while he pours the sauce on both plates of pasta. "Do you have space for pasta?"

I took a glimpse at the big slice of cake and the plate full in his hands as he approached me. A grin slips on my face, "Always. I just need a moment."

I take the plate from his hands, setting it down beside me, leaving me to enjoy the sugary goodness. I was in the middle of savoring the flavor when my face was planted in the plate, frosting smeared all over my face.

I glared at him, ignoring how comical I might look and glared at him. He laughs harder, holding his stomach. "You dick! You made me waste cake."

He shrugs one shoulder, "I think you've had enough cake." He brings his hand close to my face and swipes some frosting off and licks it off his finger. "Mm, I get why you love this so much."

He rests his plate on the couch beside him and strides over maintaining eye contact. His eyes darken as he takes the plate from my hands and sets it away from us. His tongue flicks out as it glides from my chin upward. My mouth goes dry and my eyes flutter close at the sensation.

"I have a lot of things planned for you, Astrid Bloom. You have three holes and I intend on exploring them all." My stomach tightens as his hands brush against my skin and trails under my shirt.

My body burned as I felt him unbutton my shorts and slip his hand past my panties and cups my pulsing pussy. My legs part while I push myself into his hand. He grips my thigh to stop me; it was his way of showing me that he was in control. He gently rubs me while keeping his eyes locked on me completely. He was enjoying the effect he had over me and he was taking full advantage of it.

"Please," I begged in a whisper, finding it hard to breathe.

"Strip for me." He used an authoritative tone which worked because I was immediately on my feet, removing my clothes in front of him unashamed. He kept his focus solely on me, taking in every inch of my body. When my clothes lay in a pool at my feet, he lifts me in his arms and takes me upstairs to his room and throws me on the bed. I lean up on my elbows watching him remove his shirt and his underpants. Holding his hardened cock in his hand, he pumps it a few times and pulls me to my feet, forcing me to my knees.

"Open wide, darling and suck," He orders, forcing all of him down my throat. A profuse sense of desire courses through my body as I roll my tongue around him, having no choice but to breathe through my nose. The musky taste of him arouses me more. He lets out a low grunt when he hits the back of my throat. I look up at him which makes him thrust his hip hard. Tears pool in my eyes. "You look fucking good on your knees."

He starts to become rough and thrusts at a rapid pace in my mouth, forcing me to gag a little. I whimper and moan around him, feeling myself dripping on the floor. He holds my head still while he moves, chasing his release, his eyes filled with lust. His thighs clench as he continues to slam into my mouth until he groans aloud, releasing his come into my mouth. He lowers my eye level and grips my jaw into his palm.

"Now swallow." Keeping eye contact, I swallow every last drop then open my mouth to show him how well I did. He pats my cheek, "Good girl."

He motions for me to crawl back on the bed. I lay on my back and spread my legs in the air without him asking. "Always ready for me like a slut." Cocking my head to the side, giving him a submissive look to prove just how much I want him. He crawls on top of me and covers one of my breasts with his mouth and starts lapping on each of them. He rolls his tongue around my nipple and bites it. I arch my back, pushing more of my breast into his mouth, wanting him to apply more pressure. I want him to give me both pain and pleasure. He grunts and pushes me back down flat on my back.

I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer to me, trying to get what I want from him. He chuckles to himself, the vibration coursing through my body. His hand trails to my pussy and cups it, feeling me soaking on his bed. Without warning, he slams inside my wet heat causing me to cry out. Both his hands grips my waist, steadying me as he repeatedly thrust into me with such power.

"So fucking tight. You feel that. You feel how deep I am in you." I drag my nails along his back as my response, unable to get the words out. My head tips to the ceiling as he sucks on my neck and ear. I open my legs wider wanting him to go deeper. I needed more of him. My toes curl and I let out a loud moan as he drives into me harder and harder. Before I could let go, he flips me on my stomach and pulls my ass up with him still inside me.

"Grab the headboard." I'm not new to anal; I can count on my hands how many times I've done. It's been a few months since I've tried it so this is going to hurt like a bitch. As per his demand, I hold on to the headboard and brace myself for the pain I'm going to feel. It made me wetter in anticipation.

He lines himself up at my entrance, lubricating my ass hole with his saliva. My knees almost buckled as he slowly pushed inside. I whimpered in pain and I gripped onto the headboard with more force.

"Fuck," I swore under my breath and push myself back on his cock wanting to get it over with. His hand lands smack on my ass as punishment for my impatience. All of him was in me but he remained still, waiting for me to tell when the pain subsides. Little did he know that I didn't care much for the pain, I just wanted him to give me all of him.

"Please, Gio." I plead, pushing back on him some more. He took that as his cue to continue. I feel him lean forward and he places kisses all over my back. I arch my back on instinct. His hand reached forward, kneading my breast and pinching the nipples, all while thrusting deep in me making the headboard slam against the wall.

He wraps my hair around his fist pulling my head back; he leans down brushing his lips on my ear. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to fuck you like this, darling. Oh, you feel so much better than I've imagined." The sound of our naked flesh slapping against each other gets loud, turning me on more. My breathing gets harder and my head falls, my eyes shut tight. I feel him swell inside me, indicating he was close. So was I as I clenched around him making him let out a loud groan.

"Do that again." I clenched around him tighter and his body shakes, he pounds faster until he releases inside me the same time I do and crashes to the side of my body while I fall flat, not having the energy to move. I lay there immobile, trying to catch my breath. He gets off the bed and makes his way to the bathroom, coming back out with a towel.

My already pounding heart speeds up a little faster at his sweet gesture. Not many men I've had sex with does this. They screw and leave and I assume Gio would be the same but he keeps catching me off guard.

"Liam told me that you're planning on buying a car soon. Let me buy it for you," he offers and I lean up on my elbows to look at him carefully.

"No, thank you. I can afford it just fine."

"I know that but I would like to buy it for you. I have more than enough money." He closes my legs and rests his hands on my thighs looking in my eyes.

"I know but I don't care for your money, Gio. I now have enough to afford to buy my own car and the chance to spend my own money on something useful is the kind of thing that brings joy to me. You buying it for me won't feel the same. Besides, we're not dating so why would you want to do that?"

Silence passes by us until he rises to his feet, not looking me in the eyes. "You're right, we're not dating."

Something about the way he said it, didn't sit right with me and I don't know why. We may not have verbally said it but we both knew it was only casual between us even though a part of me wants more than that.

26/01/22

Au revoir...

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