Chapter 12

The small apartment smelled of freshly cooked breakfast. She had a tray on the counter. She placed the plate at the center, juice on the right, serving utensils, and a napkin. She walked several steps to the bedroom and found Emilio sitting up in bed watching television, “Buenos dias, amor,” he said to her as he watched her walk toward him with the tray.

“Good morning,” she replied cheerfully, “I hope you’re hungry.”

He received the tray, “All this for me?”

She kissed his mouth, “All this and more.”

“I see you’re still in a good mood,” he acknowledged. He remembered how much energy she had when she returned home. They spoke for hours about her having lunch with Nyla and Emily and how she was excited about possibly signing with a new label.

She asked a lot of questions about Nyla, Gio, and their previous relationships. Emilio confessed that he was once the extra lover for Gio and Miriam and he often participated in sexual relations with Gio and his friends. He was surprised that she took the news so well. However, he was pleased that she did because his heart was in it and she knew it. She left the bed and searched for some clothes in a dresser drawer. “You want me to tag along?” he asked.

“Oh, no. I should be fine.”

His face saddened a little. Since Gio and Nyla had been busy, he didn’t have much work to do. She sighed, “I’m just trying to keep work and personal separate.”

He nodded, “I get it. I’ll see if I can find work. I have to find something to do.”

“Ask Nigel about working at the club.”

He nodded, “I can do that. Yes. That’s a great idea.”

His morning started with a run. He made it back to the house. As he stood in the kitchen gathering items to prepare a smoothie when his cell phone sounded. He received a text message, “I’ll see you at the studio in an hour.”

Quickly he replied, “I’ll see you then, and thanks for the intel.”

She replied with a heart emoji. He grinned and then received another message, “Lady Nyla will perform a one-hour set for your upcoming event. Please check your email for details.”

He smiled. The morning was starting great. He heard footsteps approaching. Kathy appeared. She was still in her pajamas, “Good morning,” she said as if she were still a little tired.

“Good morning, Tia.”

“What did you think of the guys?” she asked as she reached for the coffee pot and filled it with water.

He shrugged, “They seemed fine. You know tia, I was—”

“I’m glad you like them. Look, Donatello, I’ve been working with you all these years for a reason. I hope you can appreciate what I’m trying to do for you.”

“Yes, Tia.”

The aroma filled the room. She inhaled, “Um, smells wonderful. Have you heard from your cousin?”

“Maybe she’s sleeping in.”

“No. I didn’t see her in the room. Hmmm.”

“Boyfriend?”

She scoffed, “There are no boyfriends. I refuse to let her— anyway, I have to get ready for a meeting.”

She took the freshly brewed coffee and poured it into a large cup and then strutted away.

Donatella sent a message, “I know you’re here. After you finish fucking my aunt ... can you please convince her to go back to the United States.”

Fernando replied, “I’ll see what I can do.”

She strutted down the block as only she could. Her cell phone was glued to her ear. It was the seventh time she called her daughter. Finally, on the eighth time, she answered, “Bianca, donde estas?”

Bianca had to think quickly. Her mother was under the impression that she was still a virgin and saving herself for marriage but she had not been a virgin in three years. “I met up with a friend. We stayed up talking all night.”

“What friend?”

“Um, you remember Elisa?”

“Oh, how is she?”

“She’s great. We’re headed to breakfast. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

“Okay, hija.” The call ended

Just as Kathy approached the door, she heard, “Katherine?”

She turned and forced out a smile. A woman that she knew from when she was married. A woman that often pried into her business and even put a bug in her late husband’s ear that she was cheating with one of his workers.

“Maria Jose, how are you?” she asked but she didn’t care.

“I’m fabulous and look at you. You look amazing. I heard about Saul. Such a tragedy. However, do you manage when your life has been one tragic moment after the next?”

She froze for a moment, “With God’s grace.”

“Yes, yes, God’s infinite grace. What would we do without it? How is that daughter of yours? Is she married yet?”

“No. No boyfriends. She’s focused on school. I’m teaching her to be independent. So she doesn’t feel the need to leech off a man.”

Marie Jose’s eyebrows lifted, “Good for her.”

“And your daughters?”

“Clara is back in Moron, Spain living with her husband. She’s having her second child. And Elisa is in Dubai with her husband on honeymoon.”

“Honeymoon?”

“Yes, they were married last month. I asked Saul to send you an invite. Lord knows it’s been hard to keep up with you since you left.”

“You know me. I stay busy. I’m on my way to a meeting now. Enjoy.”

“We should have dinner before you leave.”

“Yes. Yes,” she said and walked away.

She made her way to Fernando’s room. When he opened the door, she fussed, “I’m going to kill my daughter,” she said as she started taking off her clothes.

Fernando watched getting excited, “Why?”

“She’s up to something and I need you to help me get to the bottom of it.” She rubbed his bare chest and kissed his mouth, “And before you protest,” she rubbed his cock in her left hand, “remember that I am your boss.”

How could he say “no,” when her mouth skills were impeccable? His eyes rolled back. She had every inch devoured; her lips brushed against his pubes. His ass cheeks were flexed as he pushed deeper waiting for the gag but she rarely gagged on his rod. His eyes rolled and he belted out, “Oh fuck!”

She backed off his rod, spit on it, and rubbed it up and down his shaft before circling the tip with her tongue. Once she had enough, she stood and turned to show him her firm ass. She spread her ass open so he could see her split. He placed the tip at the opening and pushed. He held her neck and plowed her just like she loved.

“Fuck me, I’m your little slut.”

“You’re my little slut.”

“Si, papi, si, ay! Damelo!”

Nyla was thoroughly annoyed. They had been on a mission to find a new home. One that could accommodate their growing family. They needed at least five bedrooms, and three bathrooms and wanted a large kitchen and a spacious backyard.

Gio rubbed her lower back, “I saved the best for last. I’m sure you’ll love this one.”

She rolled her eyes. Erick chuckled, “She better love it, Gio or you might get slapped.”

She chuckled, “I wouldn’t slap him. Maybe pluck his forehead.”

When they stepped out of the car, immediately her face beamed, “Please tell me it’s the white-bricked house with all the trees in front,” she said with hope.

He smiled and watched as she hurried to the black door. He hurried with the key in hand and opened the door. The foyer was inviting. A large space with framed art on the walls led to double glass doors which opened to the living room and the rest of the house.

It was spacious, bright, and neat. “I love this house,” she admitted.

“You haven’t seen the whole thing yet,” Gio said smiling.

Erick laughed, “The woman has spoken. This is the house.”

The rest of the house was just as amazing. The main room had an outside sitting area that was closed off by a glass door. The bathroom was huge. Erick’s room was next door. The nursey would be across the hall and there were two other bedrooms down the hall.

The backyard was big. It had a gazebo with seating and a lot of luscious green grass, tall towering bushes, and trees. Gio made a phone call to his person and put in a bid on the house.