Wanting It All: Michael and Sarah (12 page)

SARAH

“Honey, I’m home!” Michael shouted as he dropped his keys on the entry table. I giggled. He walked up to me and smooched me on the lips.

“No dinner ready when I walk in? Ha hmmm. I am going to have to work on training you.” He was only joking, but it reminded me of the fact that he thought I wasn’t wife material and another woman was. Before we got together, I had been in the office and I had just gotten off the phone with his mother. She had mentioned finding him a wife. I mentioned it to him, and he agreed it was time to find a wife and told me how some chick named Anna-Maria would be a perfect Sicilian wife.

“Honey, it is going to take a lifetime to train me. You better call Anna-Maria for a good Sicilian wife.”  I was hurt and couldn’t hide it.

“You know I was just trying to piss you off. At the time, I was under the impression that you were engaged to that fuck Andrews. I had my mom tell you about one of the many that was just like Brandi. Before you say anything, I didn’t do anything with her, either.”

“Did you really think that?” I asked.

“Yes, remember when I followed you two to the restaurant? I saw him give you his keys.” I remembered alright. I was jealous when I saw him with a sexy client and her old husband. I wanted to claw the broad’s eyes out. After that I let him assume I was with Jason again.

“Those were my keys that he made a copy of when I asked him to look after my fish once. I was going to lunch with him to get them back. I had been foolish enough to trust him and not change the locks.” I was still kicking myself for it.

“Don’t do that to yourself. He would have just found another way in.”

“Which reminds me, I left your extra keys on the counter,” I calmly said and continued to work on my materials for Monday’s meeting with the newest client Michael had acquired. Michael walked off to the kitchen counter and grabbed the keys and put them down right in front of me.

MICHAEL

She looked down at the keys I placed on the table. It ticked me off that she kept thinking I was going to let her move out. “Sarah, look at me. These are your keys. This apartment is ours. I didn’t bring you here just because I wanted to fuck you and it was convenient. I brought you here because this is where you belong.”

I lifted her from her seat and pulled her into my arms. She had been frustrating me, not understanding that this was permanent. I wasn’t letting her go. I kissed the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with until we both pulled back, completely out of breath.

“When does your lease end?” I asked as though it was a normal thing as I got myself a drink. I didn’t want to argue about this. I wanted her to want to be with me as much as I needed to be with her. I spent most of the day away from her, and I fucking counted the hours until I could see her again.

“Umm. In two months.” She wasn’t going to tell me that the landlord contacted her after they replaced the broken door. He told her that she could move sooner if she wanted because it was a traumatic situation. I knew because I talked to the manager of the apartment.

“Good, that gives us plenty of time to clear out your apartment.” Sarah’s mouth dropped open. I walked back up to her and closed it with one finger and held on to her face.

“Umm, don’t I get a say in this, Michael?” She pulled her face out of my tight grasp.

“Don’t start, cara mia. I just said that you belong here. What would be the point in delaying the inevitable?”

“Michael, listen, let’s take this one day at a time. We only started seeing each other a week ago. I have two months before I decide whether to renew or not.” She gave me the adorable look and I was putty, damn woman. Well, it didn’t matter. She was still going to be here, no matter what it took. Part of me knew that she was full of shit. She wanted me to convince her pretty ass, but just in case she was unsure, I had to clarify that shit for her.

“Fine, amore, but you will not be renewing it. I am certain of it.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her tenderly. “I am not letting you go, cara.”

I ended the conversation of any other talk of leaving, or anything else for that matter except of our moans.   

MICHAEL

The next week flew by in a hurry. I was starting to feel upset that she was not going to be my assistant anymore. I tried to avoid all talk of her leaving, but I knew it would come up, and it did that last weekend.

“Oh, I forgot, my aunt called me before we left the office. She comes back tomorrow. Aunt Maddie asked if I wanted to stay as your assistant for another week before she comes back to work. Do you want me to stay another week? I can start looking for another position in my spare time this week.”

I wasn’t excited about her leaving to work for someone else, so I was going to try and not let her leave, at least until I asked her to be Mrs. Vitale, which would be soon if I got my way.

“Baby, how many times do I have to say that I would love to have you as my assistant? I don’t want you to work for anyone else.”

“Well, I will do the extra week, but I think it is in the best interest of the company that we not be in close proximity during work hours.” I laughed because her ass was right about that.

“I am the company’s owner, I can do whatever I want, but yes, you are right, cara. I don’t think you should have to work at all. You are my woman.”

I was rewarded with a roll of her eyes. “I have to work. I am your girlfriend, not your wife.” I returned the damn eye roll.

“Baby, I already told you I am not letting you go, so do me a favor and drop it please. One day, when you are my wife, you will quit working, but until then I will look for someone who can be trusted for you to work with.”

“Maybe David has availability at his company for me.” Sarah was too enthusiastic for my liking. I still worried about her love and loyalty to me. Holmes’ words about my past were scarily close to my biggest worry. I thought about my past and what happened all those years ago and I still never felt clean or good enough. I spent years trying to prove myself, to be bigger and better than anyone else. Now, all I wanted was for her not to run from me and my tainted DNA and past.

I had lost my virginity to a prostitute in Sicily. I had been on my way to get a few supplies my father had requested. I had only lived with them that last year and had just turned fourteen. Despite my malnourishment before living with Pietro and Lucia, I had still been tall. After that first year and all the work Pietro had him do, I had grown fuller. My muscles were growing, and I had not looked like a boy but more like a young man. I had seen a beautiful woman being kissed by her husband and my body reacted to it immediately. I tried to hide the reaction to it, but it was noticed by this woman who smelled like a bunch of perfume and wore too much makeup. She took me inside an open door and through a hallway and told me she could help me with my problem. Before I knew it my pants were down and my cock was covered with a condom and in the woman’s cunt. I was thrilled and lasted mere seconds. I thought she had felt sorry for me and that was why she had taken me, but I was sadly mistaken. She and her pimp had noticed me counting the money my father gave me and decided to relieve me of it. They had beaten me to teach me a lesson about getting something for nothing. “Boy, nothing is for free”. I had spent the next month in the hospital. I had never been so ashamed of myself.

Pietro had been angry at the situation and pressed charges on the two, but had realized that he didn’t explain everything to the young man who now had a full belly and had the need to fill other appetites. We had a long discussion about such women and how to relieve my needs without a woman.

Since then, sex for me had pretty much been non-existent. I didn’t try again until after I started making money here in America and maybe try and find ‘the one’, but the women had all been a mistake one after the other. It was all about money to them. I found out fast that all they wanted was what I could buy them and it began to be unfulfilling. It was like I was reliving the past with each one of them. My sex life came to life only one time a year, and it happened to be that same date of my first experience. It was like a tradition almost in remembering there was nothing redeemable about those kind of women.

It hadn’t been a big problem to abstain because I worked grueling 18 hour days to make it to where I am now.  Any time I needed a release of tension, I would hit the gym in my building, hang with my buddy and play some ball, or handle my needs on my own. I didn’t think I would find the forever kind of woman; one I could build a life with so I stopped trying to find her. 

It was not till I had seen Sarah that I wanted it all, and I didn’t even care if she wanted every penny I had as long as she was mine, forever.  

Now that I had her, I couldn’t let Holmes take her away from me. I needed to make sure I kept that fucking pervert fuck away from my Sarah.

“Amore, I need you to stay away from Holmes. Today I was in a meeting that included him, and he made clear that he is interested in more than your secretarial skills. He is more interested in the personal assistance you provide me daily.” If it wasn’t for the client, I would have belted his ass. It was fine, I still got the bid. The client had accidently heard him tell me that he couldn’t wait to have Sarah on her knees.

“Relax, Michael, I don’t want to see him again. That man makes my skin crawl. Now let’s stop talking. I want to have you in me.” I relished the fact that Sarah was always horny for me. She was always willing to satisfy me whenever I was in the mood, which was all the damn time. She started to kiss my neck, slowly working her way up to my jawline.

SARAH

I reached his lips after exploring his delicious neck. Is it possible or even normal to just want to nuzzle and kiss his stubble all day? When he brought up Holmes, it reminded me that I needed to get some answers, which he has yet to confess to me. I kissed him with all the pride I felt for my handsome street rat. From what I could hear, I am assuming he was adopted by the Vitale family. Despite Michael being one of the world’s wealthiest men, I couldn’t find any real personal information on the internet. I needed to contact Lucia. I had asked Stacy, but she didn’t know about his past. She told me to ask Michael’s mom to see if she would give me some answers. It didn’t really matter because whatever it was, it will not change the way I felt about him. My love for him was because of the man he was today, not the boy whose life was changed many years ago. We continued to kiss as Michael caressed my body, bringing one of my legs over his hips, effectively removing any thoughts about the past and Holmes.

Michael and I were getting ready for bed after the first session in the bedroom and one more round in the shower, when there was something else I remembered from that night. I was afraid to tell him because it had been so long ago, but she was nothing to me.

“Michael, there was something I forgot to tell you. Brandi confronted me in the bathroom at the gala.”

“How could you forget something like that?” I could tell he was mad. In fact, he looked really pissed; there goes the tick again.

“Because my gorgeous man wrapped his strong arms around me and I lost all my brain cells.” I didn’t tell him I forgot because I was busy thinking about Holmes’ reference to Michael’s past. I didn’t want to tell him that I overheard, not yet at least. I was going to wait for him to open up to me, hopefully it will be soon. I wanted him to trust me with his past as much as he wanted to trust me with his future.

“Well, I guess that is a good excuse. Now tell me what she said to you.” His demeanor seemed to calm, but I knew him. His mind ran a mile a minute. I was sure he was thinking of some way to stick it to Brandi.

“She told me that I would never be her and that you will come back to her.”

“Ha, that is laughable. I hope you don’t believe that. Do you still doubt me?”

“No, not at all, in fact, I wanted to ask you something. Did you tell her that you were impotent?”

“No, I didn’t, but since I kept putting off her attempts to attach herself to me, she probably thought I was sexually incapable of it. I don’t give a shit what she assumes as long as she leaves us alone.” I couldn’t help but laugh. That stupid bitch was pathetic.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, thinking I was laughing at him.

“Nothing, except that you are the opposite of impotent, which you have proven twice already tonight.” He started to tickle me before tackling and kissing me.

“Yes, I did. You keep looking so sexy that I am going to have to go for a third.”

“The thing is, Michael, that was not the most important thing she said. She had been so flustered that she let it slip that she was, or still is, sleeping with Jason.” He sat back up, and I could see the fury build in him. I knew it wasn’t because he was jealous, but he was thinking the same thing I was.

“What? Do you think they are working together to separate us?” He was acting fidgety like he was ready to make some shit happen.

“I don’t know, but I think they met at the party and maybe found allies in one another. They both were united in their goal to keep us away from each other.”

“Sweetheart, I will do everything to protect you. I love you so much, amore mia.” He pulled me in close and held me all night.