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And I remembered one of my last days in Italy, when the rain fell around us as I tried to keep my exhausted and weeping mother from falling apart. I could still feel the emotion as dozens of strangers dressed in black told me how great of a man my father was as if they knew him better than I did… and the empty realization that they did.
I hadn’t really known my father at all.
There was a squeeze on my hand, warm and steady and I flinched, glancing over at Elio. He sent me a worried look and I smiled.
Right, I wasn’t alone anymore.
We arrived at the said compound and my jaw literally dropped at how massive it was. I’d seen mansions, but this was more like a massive complex of houses all joined together. It was amazing.
Alessandro gave us the tour. I could tell that Elio found the place somewhat familiar as he kept telling me the whole time that this is where he grew up for the first few years of his life, back when his dad was the Don. After the tour of the massive building, Alessandro showed us to our room, which he informed us was where Elio’s parents used to live.
It was surprisingly more down-to-earth than I expected, nothing too lavish and no fancy statues or oil paintings. It was kind of similar to the penthouse back home but with the added feature of a back door leading straight to the gardens.
“I’ll let you guys get settled.” Alessandro winked. “Let me know if you need anything.”
He shut the door and as soon as he did, Elio turned to me with an expectant look, crossing his arms unhappily.
“What’s wrong, Cat? You’ve been acting weird all day,” Elio said firmly. “And don’t do that thing where you pretend you’re fine and I have to spend all night trying to guess. Just tell me.”
I sighed, knowing I couldn’t keep it in any longer. I didn’t even want to, either.
“Nothing’s wrong really,” I confessed while taking a seat on the bed. “It’s just being back here. I’m happy of course because I grew up here. I have a lot of good memories attached to this place, but also a lot of bad ones. The last time I was here, I lost my father. And this place… it’s a reminder that until his death, I didn’t know anything about my father. It’s just taking its toll on me is all.”
Elio nodded, taking the seat next to me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder, bringing me into his chest. “I thought it might be that. I’m sorry you’re having such conflicting feelings. If it’s too hard, we can stay somewhere else.”
“No,” I said firmly, breaking from his embrace to stare into his worried eyes determinedly. “I’m okay, really. We can make new memories here, good ones this time, and though I’m sad, this city is still the closest I’ve felt to my dad for a long time. Plus, I really am excited to see the city together.”
He smiled, the fondness in his eyes sweeter than candy as he laid a peck on my lips, barely waiting before he offered his hand to me. “Ready to go now then? I’ve planned the whole day out.”
“Sure,” I laughed. That was just like him. “But can I shower first?”
“Only if I can join you.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
*Caterina*
Elio gave me enough time to soap up before he stepped in the shower behind me, running his hands across my hips.
My skin reacted with a wave of goosebumps, and I closed my eyes as he rubbed the soap in circles across my ass. I moaned a little and he moved in closer, wrapping his arms around my front and massaging his way up my belly.
I moaned again as he reached my breasts, his fingers playing teasingly with my nipples. He turned me suddenly, rinsing my hair gently before pulling it aside and finding the nape of my neck with his lips.
He kissed his way up to my mouth slowly, where I opened happily to let his tongue explore mine while his fingers moved down to my folds, which were now wet by more than shower water.
Faster than he normally moved, he turned me to face him and lifted me up, both my legs straddling him, and gently pressed me against the shower wall. Our mouths still locked together, he thrust his length into me, and I cried out, shoving against him as I felt him stretch me apart.
I lasted about five seconds before I let go, screaming his name as he followed soon after, getting impossibly harder as he moaned into my mouth.
We caught our breaths while still in the same position, then he lifted me up gently and set me down, back to soaping and rinsing me while I giggled with pleasure.
“Sorry for the rush, but I had to have you,” he breathed. “And I have a big day planned for us.”
I laughed and nodded as I finished rinsing my hair. I didn’t want to miss a day of our vacation plans in Italy.
Once we were out of the shower and towel-dried, he led me over to an already-stocked closet full of designer dresses, full of everything from casual to a ball gown you’d wear in a movie.
I picked something simple and casual, a light blue maxi that I instantly fell in love with. The color was the same as the line between the sky and the ocean, something that I just couldn’t resist. It was light and flowy and came down to my ankles, which made it perfect for a day out in the town.
Elio was dressed similarly, in jeans and a blazer. It was simple but damn, did it look good on him. I pulled on my sunglasses as we stepped out of the compound, and my jaw dropped as I saw what was waiting for us.
“You’re driving this?” I exclaimed, shocked.
“Of course.” Elio smirked as he rounded the bright cherry red convertible in front of us. “Alessandro lent it to me.”
I recognized the car from one of the magazines Elio often had laying out in the penthouse. It was a Ferrari 250. The oddly shaped headlights and grill made it easy to recognize, along with the huge metal words declaring the company stamped on the back.
There was no top, and the summer air brushed across my skin as the car started up.
I remembered that I had once told Elio that cars like that seemed excessive. But I had to admit, as we pulled out from the city streets to the open mountain passes, with my favorite songs blaring from the radio and the wind throwing my hair in every direction, that this was the best way to live.
All my stress and worries just seemed to disappear as we curved around the mountain, with not even a railing to stop us from driving straight off. It was a thrill, and I raised my hands in the air, singing the words to the songs with all my heart.
Elio kept sending me a grin, with pure love and adoration in his eyes as he switched between keeping an eye on the road and watching me dancing in the passenger seat.
I felt his hand on my thigh for a moment, though he couldn’t keep it there for long. But it was long enough to feel his warmth.
I looked over at him. “Where are we going, anyway?”
“Somewhere you’ll like,” he answered with a mischievous grin.
And he was right. It was somewhere I liked. The first place we stopped was a spa. I needed to relax, according to Elio, so we opted for a couple’s treatment. And I had to admit, I was fully relaxed.
The massage was wonderful, even if I felt a bit awkward being naked in front of a stranger, but luckily the towels they gave us were very generous and I could wrap two of me in them and still have room.
Next was a mud bath, and luckily, they allowed us to change into swimsuits before entering. It was outside in a large communal bath, but with Elio’s connections, we got it to ourselves today. I sighed in sheer relief as we entered the thick viscous mud, almost too hot but just relaxing enough to make me turn into a puddle.
I practically crawled into Elio’s arms, laying my head on his shoulder as I contently soaked in the mud. I must have readjusted wrong because I slipped, and Elio quickly caught me, though in the process he went completely under.
For a moment I was shocked before he came out sputtering, entirely coated in the gray-brown mud, He smirked, his face completely covered, but I didn’t care as I pulled him toward me and we laid muddy kisses all over each other.
The attendant didn’t look the least bit surprised when we stepped out fully covered head to toe with mud. We fully got scrubbed down and they took us to a separate section to wash our hair and faces—relaxing scrubs that felt like heaven.
By the end of the two-hour package, we were both practically glowing, and I felt like years of stress had just been scrubbed off my body.
We went into the city next and stopped for a late breakfast at a cafe nearby. They served us a little tower arrangement with a selection of cheeses, vegetables, bread, and fruits, all served with jams, butters, and creams. Their coffee was to die for, and I had three cups before we left.
And since the cafe was attached to a theater, we stopped to see one of the new plays going on. I was awed by the talent of the actors and actresses, especially the female lead, who had a voice like an angel. The entire thing was in Italian, and I was a bit surprised by how the longer I listened, the more the language came back to me.
Elio murmured a few translations in my ear, enjoying it a little too much as he nibbled on my neck. By the end, I had a few bright red bruises along my neck, and I blushed, trying to hide it from the staring hostess.
After that, we went to a few galleries, from the Uffizi to the Opera del Duomo and ending with the Galleria dell’Accademia. Elio was only mildly interested, but he patiently led me around and let me admire everything. He probably spent more time watching me than looking at the magnificent artwork and statues.
I found the stories and history behind the pieces more interesting than the artistry, although that was breathtaking. It was both sad and fascinating how human beings could fight wars over simple pieces of paint on a canvas, or marble carved to look like people.
Though looking at how lifelike some of them were, even down to the wrinkles on their knuckles, I could see how older civilizations believed they had been people cursed by the gods. It was a creepy feeling to think they could’ve once been people, now trapped within marble or stone.