Dipping Into Sin (a BWWM Alpha Male Romance) (10 page)

The past five months went by fast, as I led a double life. I did not anticipate falling in love with Simone. Perhaps, I was always in love with her but dismissed it as a sexual infatuation. When we’re together, we are inseparable. When she is not around me, I get angry and frustrated because I miss her. Most of her attention was focused on her schoolwork. I respected her driven need to remain independent and focused on bettering her life.

Although I hated the fact that she started waitressing at a soul food restaurant in Brooklyn, I had to respect her wishes. I dropped her off at work and picked her up when her shift was over. She never found out either that I spoke to her boss, James, about her work hours or what I was capable of doing if she was terminated, stayed late past her shift, or felt physically/sexually threatened while on the job. Let’s just say I was very instrumental in her starting out at $20 an hour. James even allowed me to go through the back door undetected in order to watch her.

For the first two months of her working there, I would secretly sit at the bar located on the second floor of the restaurant and watch her work on the first floor dining area. She drew a lot of attention from everyone, which caused me to get angry. One night, one of her many admirers attempted to engage her in a long conversation each time she passed by him. Her face spoke volumes as I observed how uncomfortable he made her feel. Even though he finished eating over two hours ago, he decided to remain in the booth by himself as he watched
my woman
. Eventually when her shift was over, she went into the bathroom to change out of her uniform. Her admirer stood up and walked in the direction of the bathrooms, unobserved by the rest of the staff. I stood up and followed suit, halting immediately when I saw his hand touch the women’s restroom door. Leaping forward, I wrapped my arm around his neck and dragged him into the men’s bathroom and into one of the three stalls. His face was unrecognizable by the time I was done with him. James panicked when he walked into the bathroom and saw the bloodstains displayed all on the walls, floor, and toilet-bowl. He had his busboys drag the limp body out of the back door and dump him on top of trash bags in the back ally. In return, I gave him $50,000 for his troubles. From that night on, I contracted two bodyguards to watch Simone while she worked. Everyone, except for James, assumed that the restaurant owner hired the bodyguards.

A
ndriano and Simone’s relationship was an oasis of perfection, but detrimental to his other life. His relationship with Simone continued to remain a secret from his family and associates for five and half months.

That was until now...

“Who is it?” Simone asked as she looked through the peephole of the front door.

“Nicolai,” I answered, surprised that Andriano had a woman at his loft.
She must be his maid.

Opening the door, Simone greeted me with the most pleasant smile and ushered me inside.

“I don’t know if you remember me or not, but I’m Simone,” she said as she stretched out her hand.

Grasping her hand softly, I said, “I remember you. You’re Victoria’s friend, right?”
How can anyone forget you,
I thought, as I took in her beauty.

“Yes. Andriano is in the shower right now. I’m going to tell him that you’re here. Would you like anything to drink?” she asked.

“No thank you,” Nicolai said softly.
What the fuck is she doing here in Andriano’s loft?
She was dressed comfortably, wearing a pajama set. She walked around barefooted, as she entered Andriano’s bedroom. Walking into the kitchen, I looked over at the papers, textbooks, and a laptop that was all over the kitchen island.

“He’s going to be right out,” Simone said, as she entered the kitchen, sat on the stool and began typing on her laptop.

Nicolai came over unannounced…
fuck.
Quickly throwing on my robe, I walked into the kitchen and caught Nicolai staring at Simone as she typed on her laptop.

Clearing my throat loudly, I captured his attention. He smiled and shook his head slightly. I looked over at Simone, who remained focused. I knew at that moment, I needed to let her go.

After excusing ourselves and going into my insulated soundproof office, he pointed out the obvious.

“You are so fucked,” he said, as he shook his head. “How can you have her parading around your apartment like you guys are some couple and shit? Why the fuck did you bring the broad here?”

Feeling anger boiling inside, I clenched my fist to avoid attacking my cousin—who I knew was only looking out for my own welfare.

“Nicolai, you are more like a brother to me than a cousin. But I’m going to only tell you this one time: watch your mouth when you talk about her,” I said, as I pointed towards the direction of the door.

“Man…what has she done to you? Look how you’re talking,” he responded, as he shook his head in disbelief.

“It wasn’t even supposed to lead to this…” I began.

“What is this that you and her have going on? What about the proposal to Josephine?” Nicolai interrupted.

“I’m still going to marry Josephine. I just didn’t expect for our relationship to get this far. Nicolai, I can’t bring myself to let her go. She believes that we’re in a relationship,” I said, as my body dropped into my desk chair.

“Why would she get that idea that you and her are in a relationship?” Nicolai asked.

“I fucked up. At first it was about sexing her down until I grew tired of her. She is not the type to comply with being a sex toy. So I gave her a title. I just didn’t expect to get caught up,” I said while clenching my fists open and shut.

“Andriano, this girl has got you by the balls where you can’t even think straight. How have you kept this relationship a secret? I mean, how do you know if this broad—I mean woman—is not with you because of the money?”

“She works. She doesn’t ask for anything, much less accept money or gifts from me. She doesn’t expect to be wined and dined at fancy restaurants. Most of the time, when we go out, we are out of the New York area,” I explained, as Nicolai poured both of us some scotch. “During the week, while she is in school, I spend time with Josephine and take care of business. I got a break when Josephine said that she was going to Milan for a month and a half to attend fashion week in Milan and get her engagement and wedding dresses designed.”

“Salute,” we both said as we downed our scotch in silence.

“She doesn’t deserve to be dragged into this lifestyle, Andriano,” Nicolai said after a brief pause. “For one, she’s black. Two, she is not Italian or even passable. Three, she sounds like a good kid that doesn’t need to be associated with the likes of us. And four, her blood would be on your hands if Don Balducci or Don Capparelli find out.”

“Trust me…I know.”

“She’s gorgeous but zia Maria (
aunt Maria
) and Don Balducci would never accept a donna di colore (
black woman
) at their table. Only pure breed donna Italiane (
Italian woman
) to keep the bloodline strong,” he said, with a chuckle.

“I’m going to end it soon, but I don’t need anyone else knowing about us,” I said as I ignored his attempt at humor.

“Mio fratello (
my brother
), this stays between us. Just end it soon.”

My phone buzzed, causing me to stir in my sleep and hold Simone closer to my chest. When the phone vibrated for the third consecutive time, I slowly shifted Simone’s body off of my chest, as I grabbed my phone off of the nightstand. Looking down at the screen, I answered immediately as I walked towards the balcony in my bedroom.

Andriano
: Hello.

Josephine
: Hey baby, I just got back from Milan. Can I come over?

Andriano
: Josephine, now is not a good time. I actually am about to get ready and head out to my father’s house.

Josephine
: I can go with you.

Andriano
: I have to discuss business.

Josephine
: I’ll be bonding with my future mother-in-law. Besides, I’m outside.

I heard her tell her driver that he could drop her luggage off at her family’s house on Staten Island. She greeted Earl, the doorman, with a stiff hello.

Josephine
:
I’m getting on the elevator now, so open up.

Oh fucking hell
, I thought, as I quickly pressed the button to slide open the wall in order to enter into my secret room closet. The doorbell rang at the same time that the phone vibrated. Josephine was calling again. I grabbed denim jeans and a brown t-shirt, and slid my feet into some loafers.

Quickly brushing my teeth, splashing water on my face, and combing my hair enough to make it look half decent, I jetted out of my room to stop abruptly when I saw the empty bed. Racing out of my bedroom, I caught Simone just in time before she opened the door. She looked so sexy with her tussled hair and her pink silk robe.

“Who is…” she said before I got to her.

“Simone, don’t answer it.” She turned to me, shocked and confused. I touched her hand and pulled her to me, as I showered her with kisses. “It’s just Nicolai and Vincenzo. I have to go to my father’s house with them. Stay here.”

“Is everything ok? Do you need me to come with you?” she asked, with concern in her tone.

“Everything is fine,
bella mia
. You can go back to bed and rest,” I said, as I walked her into my bedroom. I snatched my keys off of the nightstand and sprinted towards the door. Opening and shutting the door quickly, I practically bumped into an annoyed Josephine.

“What took you so long? I heard a woman’s voice, Andriano,” she said accusingly, as we stood in front of my door.

“Don’t fucking start your shit, Josephine, because I’m not in the fucking mood,” I said in a threatening tone.

Backing off, she walked slowly towards the elevator. We entered the elevator, and I felt a hint of guilt at the way I treated her. Pulling her into my arms, I attempted to smooth over the way I responded to her while in front of my loft door.

“I’m sorry, ok? I had a rough night and an even rougher morning. The woman’s voice that you heard is my cleaner, Alice. She comes every Saturday morning to clean.” I stared at her squarely in the eyes and lied. It was easy lying to her.

Turning her pouty mouth into a smile, she leaned into me some more and wrapped her arms around my neck.

“I know that you sleep with other women right now because we are not officially married. But, once we are married, you will respect me. I don’t want you to have a goomatta (
side chick
) here and there,” she said, as the elevator doors opened up to reveal the lobby.

Stepping out, I felt even more guilt at the fact that I left the woman that I loved upstairs while I walked out of my building with my future bride.

“I know. You don’t have to worry about that,” I said, trying to put her mind at ease.

F
or the past eight months, our relationship blossomed as I fell head over heels in love with Andriano. Although Victoria was not supportive of the idea at first, she learned to hide her disapproval. As I walked into our room after leaving Andriano’s loft this morning, I bought two cups of vanilla bean lattes that Victoria and I enjoyed from the bakery down the block from our dorm.

She was lying on the bed with a half empty bottle of Jack clasped in her hand. I knew that she had been drinking more, but I didn’t know that it was this bad. About three weeks ago,
Kurt
ended their relationship and moved on with another woman—a bartender at
The Land
. Victoria did not take the news well and took up drinking to cope with her heartache. I failed her as a friend…I should have been here for her. Putting both cups down, I quickly walked over to her bed.

Her bed and body reeked of a repulsive odor as I neared her. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I felt her soft skin burning as I turned her around. Her eyes were open half way as she lay in her own vomit. I grabbed the bottle out of her hand and tossed it on the floor. I shook her body to wake her up. She didn’t respond. I grabbed her and shook her again before I laid her on the floor. I pressed my index and middle finger to her throat to see if she had a pulse. Looking down at my watch, I counted the number of heartbeats for a minute. I began to perform one set of CPR chest compressions and mouth-to-mouth.

Her pulse was still weak, and I frantically grabbed my cell phone out of my bag and dialed 911 and then her mother.

“Oh Simone,” Kate Spillmore said, as she leaped into my arms when she entered the waiting room of the emergency unit. I had ridden in the ambulance as they rushed an unconscious Victoria into Lenox Hill Hospital. She was taken into the emergency room. Her doctor would not release any information to me because I was not considered her immediate family. When her mom entered with blood shot red puffy eyes an hour later, we held each other as we both cried. Donald Spillmore spoke with the doctor who confirmed that Victoria suffered from alcohol poisoning but was in stable condition. He even said that if I had not performed CPR, her chances of surviving would have dramatically decreased.

After much convincing, Donald had his driver drop me at my dorm after I’d been at the hospital for five hours. I started cleaning Victoria’s side of the room, and then I took a shower. As I lay in bed, I decided to make a few phone calls. I checked on my mother, grandmother, and Kate Spillmore. It was now 10 o’clock at night, and I had not heard from Andriano since he left abruptly this morning. He didn’t respond to any of my text messages, and I started to get worried.
This is so unlike him to not call me back or respond to my texts
, I thought out loud.

When another hour passed and I realized that I was not going to get any sleep unless I heard from him, I decided to call him again. This time, I was sent straight to voicemail after the first ring. Everything came into my mind about what could possibly be wrong. The more I thought about our relationship, the more I realized that after eight months of dating, I really didn’t know much about his life outside of our relationship. He never spoke about his businesses and rarely spoke about his family. Even though it was still early on in our relationship, he never spoke about our future on a long-term scale. Maybe I expected as much because he’s my first boyfriend. He made no effort to talk about potentially introducing me to his family, and we never ate at his restaurant or went to
The Land
. I assumed that he was not really into the lounge scene, and perhaps he wanted to enjoy Chef Reed’s cuisine. In fact, I don’t have any other way of contacting him other than his cell phone. He only told me that he was the eldest out of his siblings and had to take on more responsibilities since his father was ill. That was the extent of our conversation about his family.

He’s been acting weird since he professed his love for me when he took me away for a weekend to celebrate my birthday.
Andriano surprised me with a weekend getaway to Las Vegas, Nevada. He even called Victoria and my job to let them in on the surprise plan. Although finals were approaching, I wanted to celebrate my birthday weekend with him. Somehow, my twentieth birthday felt even more special this year. We left New York on Friday and hit the Vegas strip the moment we dropped our bags off in our hotel room. Strolling into our room at four o’clock in the morning, we both crashed on the bed until he woke me up with his tongue pressed against my pussy.

Lapping his tongue against my center, I woke up to the sensation of his mouth between my legs. “Happy Birthday,
bella mia
,” he said as he plied his tongue in between my succulent lips. Pressing the back of my head against my pillow at the onslaught of torture that he was doing to my pussy, I became aware that he had handcuffed my hands to the bedpost.

My eyes shot open, and I pulled at the handcuffs, as he stared at me like a predator. His mouth was still latched on—sucking on one of my pussy lips—as he watched my every movement. I moaned and arched my back when his mouth latched onto my swollen clit. I bucked my hips wildly in response and squeezed his head between my thighs. He continued to suck on my clit until I was near exploding before he let go and reached for one of the few objects that lay next to me.

He crawled over me and placed two pink rubber hooks over each nipple. He pulled on the metal clamps and tightened the hooks around my nipple, damn near cutting of the circulation.

“Andriano what are you doing?” I asked breathlessly.

Holding the remote, he pressed one of the buttons, and the rubber hooks vibrated around my nipples, causing me to arch my back and lift my head off the pillow slightly. He leaned down and licked each nipple with his stiff tongue as his hand cupped my pussy tightly. Sliding his index and middle finger into my hole, he pushed in and out of my flooding tunnel as he rubbed over my g-spot. He placed his thumb over my clit and pressed down on the tender bulb. I moaned out his name, as he pleasured my body. He elevated the vibrations over my nipples to another level, and then withdrew his hand from my aching pussy. My arms strained, as I pulled on my handcuffed wrists. I licked my lips and stared at his hungry eyes.

“Oh,
bella mia
,” he whispered huskily before he grabbed the next toy. The navy blue disk had round clear dime size beads on it. When he flipped the switch, the beads rotated in circular motions and turned red. He spread my legs open, exposing what lay in between my lower lips. Placing the disk over my throbbing clit that poked out like a bullet, I felt the heat that radiated from the red rotating beads. Instant sensation increased, as he added vibration along with an increase of rotation speed. Out of quick reflex, I attempted to close my legs. But his strong arms and shoulders pressed on each leg to keep me opened wide. I moaned and tossed my head on the pillow, as I painfully yanked my arms.

“Come for me,
bella mia
,” he commanded, as his mouth lay close to my pulsating pussy. He tilted his head to the side and angled his tongue to slide inside my tunnel sideways—tongue fucking my tight hole. Feeling light-headed, I yanked on my handcuffed wrists again before I screamed out a slew of curse words. My orgasm was at the peak, as he increased the speed and vibration while roughly tongue fucking me.

“UHHHH Andriano—fuck me!!!” I screamed out, as my orgasm busted out of me. He licked my pussy clean, removed the disk off of my clit, and removed the rubber hooks off of my nipples. After freeing my wrists, I flipped him onto his back with a quick movement and now straddled his body. He grabbed both arms and held them behind me with one hand before he used his other hand to lift my body and slide down onto his throbbing cock. He lifted his hips and smashed his pelvis into me, hard and fast.

“AHHHHAHHHAAAHH!…Yes, yes, daddy! Yesss, daddy! Yes!” I screamed as he attacked my pussy with his death stroke cock. I bounced uncontrollably up and down his shaft as he held onto my wrists behind my back.

Releasing my wrists, he wrapped both hands around my waist and repeatedly slammed my pussy onto his cock as if he was attempting to go deeper with each stroke. I rubbed both of my breasts together and tilted my head back, as I came harder than my first orgasm. He turned my body around with my back colliding into his hard chiseled chest, as I unconventionally straddled him backward. I began riding him, as I leaned forward and exposed my ass cheeks—while making sure that he also saw the back of my pussy sliding down his long thick length.

“Fuck—that’s it baby—take all of my dick,” he moaned, as he slapped my ass cheeks. “You should see how your pussy is swallowing my dick,” he groaned, as I slowly gyrated my hips forward to deeply stroke his dick. Switching positions within a blink of an eye, Andriano had me on all fours as he slid his dick inside of me from behind.

Moaning loudly—as he pounded his raging cock into my slick hole, hitting my g-spot dead on—I came again for the third time that morning. He pulled one of my arms and flipped me onto my back. His eyes were different from the lustful looks he would give me whenever we were intimate. This time, his light grey eyes were almost glass like as if I could see everything in him clearly. He pushed his cock in and remained still. When I tried to adjust my hips to move in and out of him, he pushed himself deeper and held my body still.

“Simone, I want you to know that you are the only woman who has my heart. I will always love you. Just remember that and hold it in your heart forever,” he said against my lips before he started to thrust in and out of me. My heart swelled with joy that I was not alone in how I felt for him.

“And I will always love you, Andriano,” I whispered against his earlobe, as he kissed and licked my neck. He lifted his head up and demanded that I tell him again, while he pushed harder and faster into me.

“I love you,” I moaned, as I neared another orgasm.

“Again,” he said, as he clenched my thighs with his massive hands in order to pound into me deeper.

“I love you—ohhh—Andrianoooooo!” I screamed out, as I gripped his cock while I came all over him.

“Forever,
bella mia
,” he moaned loudly as he slammed into me one last time. Shooting his seed deep inside my womb, neither one us looked away as we locked eyes. He flipped me over to lie on his chest and rubbed my back as I listened to his fast heartbeat. We never spoke about why he came inside of me as oppose to pulling out.

A few weeks later, after we returned home from Las Vegas, he seemed a bit more distant and cold—which I attributed to his father being sick and the demands of both of his businesses. Although there were no major noticeable changes in our relationship, I sensed that he had a lot on his mind. I threw on my skintight white spaghetti strap shirt and put on distressed washed denim shorts that stopped just under my butt. I threw on some gold accessories, applied mascara, and lip gloss and used Victoria’s curling wand to apply light, bouncy beach waves. Slipping my feet into some gold sandals, I reached for my phone and dialed Andriano’s number. A woman answered the phone.

Simone
: Hello? Hello?

Unknown woman
: Yes

Simone
: Who is this?

I heard a little tussle in the background as if the phone dropped. Then the call ended.

I tried to call him back but was sent straight to voicemail. I pulled my purse off the back of our door hook and headed downstairs to hail a cab. I didn’t think about what I was doing or about where I was going. All I knew was that I needed my questions answered tonight. Hopping into the cab, I instructed the driver to go to Andriano’s loft. At that point, I didn’t care about paying $45 for the cab fare.

I greeted Earl, the doorman, and hopped on the elevator. I took a chance coming over here, but I knew that his club and restaurant were not far away from his loft. I pounded on his door a couple of times. No answer. Going back down, I exited his building and walked the short distance to
The Land
. As I entered the packed nightclub, I made my way towards the bar and spotted Jacob bartending.

“Hey you,” he said with a cheerful smile, as he exited the bar station and gave me a hug. “Long time no see.”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry about that. I’ve been extremely busy with school and work,” I said. The truth is, I couldn’t face him. After Andriano had assaulted him eight months ago, I’d avoided him altogether. He looked the same, with the exception of his crooked jaw. I’m just happy that he was able to retain his job as a bartender.

“Do you want a drink?” he asked.

“No, I’m actually looking for your boss. Have you seen him?” I asked out of sheer desperation.

“Who? Nicolai?” he responded. We both knew who I was really looking for, but I went with the flow and clarified.

“No, Andriano Balducci,” I said almost faintly, after clearing my throat.

“Oh, you mean the owner. I haven’t seen him. Is everything ok?” he asked, as he stared at me suspiciously.

“Yes, I will be right back,” I said nonchalantly, as I walked away from the bar and made my way through the crowded dance floor. When I finally appeared in front of Andriano’s office door, my nerves finally caught up with the rest of me as I contemplated whether or not I should knock.

*Knock… Knock… Knock*

I knocked on the door a little louder than my three soft knocks had been previously; yet, no answer. Walking away feeling defeated and lost, I made my way to the front of the club and left the establishment. Just as I made my way outside, I spotted Andriano’s car in front of the young male valet parking attendant. The tall and slim attendant rushed to the driver’s side and opened the door. More people were outside than earlier with a vibration of multiple conversations flowing all around. As I moved through the crowd to get closer to Andriano’s car, I halted immediately when I saw Josephine hop out of the passenger’s side with Andriano’s assistance. Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. With my phone to my ear, I watched how Andriano looked down at his phone screen and pressed a button that forwarded my call to his voicemail. He walked hand in hand with Josephine, slid his cell phone in his pocket, and entered his lounge. With quivering lips and tears that threatened to flow, I quickly walked down the block and hailed a cab.

How could I have been so stupid?
I asked myself while sitting in the cab.