Chapter 13

Zaragoza, Spain circa 1984

Katherine Robles was a month shy of her seventeenth birthday when she was enjoying a day with friends at an eatery in Mercado de la Almoina. This handsome man walked in and their hearts were all a flutter. Her friend Anna nudged her, “He’s looking over here,” she said with glee.

He smiled and waved to the ladies. Elena perked up, “I should go introduce myself. You two are already promised to be married.”

Anna scoffed, “Nothing has been finalized yet.”

“You’re so greedy,” Elena remarked as she watched her friend stand to her feet and strut over to the handsome man seated a few tables away. Moments later she returned and handed Katherine a slip of paper and sat angrily. “Well, what happened?” she asked.

Katherine opened the note and read it, “I’d like to see you later tonight.” She looked over to him and he lifted his cup to her. She blushed.

That was a pivotal moment in her life. Meeting him when she was young and already set up by her parents to marry a man that was ten years her senior but he was wealthy and her family felt it was a great choice for her since she started with such meager beginnings.

That summer, she learned the difference between being with a man out of love and being with one out of necessity. She was ready to throw caution to the wind and run away with that man but he was promised to someone else.

This devastated her but she knew what she had to do. She was married as soon as she turned eighteen and after losing two babies, she finally gave birth to her daughter, Bianca.

Katherine lay next to Fernando, “I don’t want Bianca to make the mistake I did. She has to be smart. Whoever this guy is ... you have to make sure he goes away. I don’t care how you do it ... just do it.”

He rubbed her arm, “Yes, amor.”

The night carried on into the morning, the club was still filled with people. Donatello sat nestled in a corner sipping on his drink as he watched the people. Then he saw a familiar face walk in dressed rather risqué in a bodysuit that accentuated her breasts. He watched as she walked toward the man he had bumped into earlier, Jake. He smirked, so that’s what you’ve been up to, he thought.

As he sat pondering, his thoughts were interrupted by a sweet voice, “Donatello, this is my boyfriend, Giovanni.”

He stood and extended his hand, “Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Donatello offered them a seat and they sat with him. “Congratulations, are their wedding plans shortly?”

Gio smiled, “Soon.”

“Awesome. Let me know, I’ll send a gift for you both and the birth of your baby.”

“Babies,” Nyla clarified as he touched her belly, “a boy and a girl.”

“Homerun,” Donatello said to Gio.

“Thanks. We’re very happy. We just bought a new house. Things are great.”

With two babies sitting on her bladder, Nyla excused herself for the restroom. Donatello bought Gio another drink. He saw Erick kiss Nyla. He turned to Gio, “Isn’t that guy the uh, you know, he—”

“Erick is a dear friend of ours. I take care of both him and Nyla.”

“That’s different.”

“You’re not one of those are you?”

“No. I believe in living and letting people be as happy as I enjoy being.”

“Good. We’re happy.”

“So, besides managing Lady Nyla, what else do you do?”

“I was in the car parts business for a while. I let my sister and father do that. Now, I’m focusing on my art.”

“Art? I love art, painting, sculptor?”

“Mostly paintings.”

“I’d love to check out some of your work. I just got a new house myself and I’m looking to redecorate.”

Gio pulled a card out of his pocket and wrote down an address, “This is our place. I have a lot of my pieces here. Come by and see which ones you like.”

He surveyed the card, “Thanks.”

Nyla returned, “Nigel is requesting us upstairs,” she said with a grin.

He stood. Nigel appeared, “What the hell is taking you two so long, mate?”

Nyla chuckled, “We were saying bye to Donatello. I’m singing at his birthday party next month.”

Nigel pointed, “Glad we finally got you on the books, determined one, aren’t you,” he joked.

“What can I say, I want to be one of the first ones to say I had Lady Nyla sing for me.”

“I like this guy. He reminds me a lot of myself not as good looking of course,” he joked.

Donatello laughed, “I’ll take it. I’m hoping to be as successful as you. Maybe you can take an aspiring music producer under your wing.”

“Let’s do lunch one day this week. You have my number.”

He nodded. He watched them walk off, why work harder, when I can work smarter, he thought. His ticket to everything he wanted was closer than he realized and it wasn’t as hard as he thought it would be. All he had to do was find someone to handle his aunt’s business in London. He had someone in mind.

The door to the private room opened and Emily was there with Erick, Emilio, and Sky. Nyla greeted Emilio, “I haven’t seen you in a while, what have you been up to”

“Staying out of trouble.”

She hugged Sky and then she sat next to Erick. Emily stood at the top of the room holding a rag. She wrapped it around Nigel’s eyes. He laughed, “We’re about to do some kinky shit, babe?”

They laughed. “Not yet. I have a surprise for you,” she said as she handed him a small box.

“What’s this?” he asked.

Nyla was beaming, nearly ready to explode, she knew. She felt it in her gut, “Open it,” said Emily as he waited anxiously.

The top fell to the floor. He reached inside and felt the item and pulled it out. Everyone tried hard to stay quiet as he examined it, “No fucking way?” he asked with joy and pulled off the blindfold.

“Yes.”

He lifted her a few inches and placed her down. The room erupted with applause and statements of blessings. After things settled down, Nigel was at the minibar when Sky walked over to him.

“You look good Sky. I’m happy for you and Emilio.”

“I told you that I was done with all the crazy. I’m ready. The thing that was holding me back is gone.”

Nigel nodded, “And ... you didn’t have anything to do with that?” he asked jokingly.

“No way, Nigel, don’t joke like that.”

He chuckled, “Relax. Don’t get all riled up.”

She gave him a little push, “Congrats again by the way.”

He smiled as he watched her walk over to the corner of the room and make a phone call. Meanwhile, Emilio sat next to Nyla. He confessed to her with a heavy heart that he felt lost. “Everyone has something and I’m just here waiting for people to need me.”

She reached for his hand, “Sounds like you have to figure out what you want. What did you imagine for your life before this?”

He shrugged, “I grew up poor. All I had time to imagine was surviving. Besides aren’t I too old to start thinking of something else?”

“The only limitations we have are the ones we convince ourselves we have. If you never start ... you most certainly won’t ever finish. So, I say, just get out of your way and see what happens.”

Gio walked over, “Ready, amore?” he asked as he helped her up.

Emilio stood, “We should be leaving too.” He hugged them and he left with Skylar.

It was the wee hours of the morning when they arrived at their home. In two weeks, they’d move into a larger space but Gio decided to keep the loft space as a workshop. Gio made Erick and Nyla wait in the kitchen while he disappeared to the area where they slept and returned. He placed two boxes on the island counter, “These are for the two people I love, may nothing tear us apart.”

Nyla reached for her box and opened and then Erick. They had matching wedding bands. Gio showed his ring finger, “I have one too. I know it’s not legal in the eyes of the law but as long as I live, I will take care of you both.”

They met him where he stood, first, she kissed his mouth and then Erick’s. It evolved into a three-way kiss as they tasted each other’s mouths happily enjoying yet another beautiful milestone in their relationship. Her hand found his rod stiff. His pants were quickly undone and fell to the floor, carefully, he stepped out of them.

Erick was already on his knees devouring him. He sucked wildly drawing a small amount of precum from the tip. His eyes rolled as the sweet flavor melted on his tongue. His fingers found Nyla’s center. He pushed in and out repeatedly and pinched her hardened clit.

Through the sweet kisses she gave Gio, she moaned as did he. Her toes curled and she gasped, “Ah, ah, ah.” The first orgasm was done. He stood and removed his pants, on her knees, she took turns licking each tip, her hands cupping their plums as she sucked and licked.

“Yes, Nyla, yes,” groaned Erick. He was always more vocal than Gio. After Nyla worked her magic on them, they helped her to stand and took her to bed. She lay on her back, and Gio was on his side as he penetrated her center. Her left leg was split as the right rested. Erick took care to polish her pearl as Gio worked her middle. He relished in watching her body tremble. It made his cock extra stiff and he couldn’t wait for his turn to dig in her. As soon as Gio grunted and filled her, he wasted no time taking Gio’s place.

As he pushed in, he felt the cum on his rod with every thrust mixed with her juices making a sweaty sexy cocktail that leaked from her onto the sheets. His finger rubbed her gem until she shuddered and cried out. He rubbed and rubbed until she cried out again. She grabbed his hand, “Erick, no please,” she begged.

He obliged her and simply continued with his stroke game until he burst inside. He held his position grunting and panting as he unloaded, they hummed as the moment faded.

There’s something sweet about the morning when a man wakes up with a sense of purpose. Donatello was in the shower at 7:00 am sharp after a run. His muscular body beaded with warm water as he cleansed himself. He had a meeting with Gio at 9:00 am and he didn’t want to be late. His mind wandered to a place that had become harder to evade, her voice, her smile, he held his cock in his right hand and massaged it slowly at first.

How he longed to have her full lips encircle his thick meaty cock. He had often thought about bending her over and blowing out her back. He stroked faster with each passing moment as he imagined her curvaceous body. Even in her present state carrying babies, she was still sexy and sweet.

“Ahhhhh, fuck,” he grunted as hot sticky cum spewed from his tip and hit the wall, and ran down slowly. He cupped his hands to gather some water and tossed it at the tile to help the cum move down faster. He watched it run down the drain.

The water shut off and he left the shower to get dried and dressed for the day.

Blue jeans, slightly worn, a T-shirt with a sports coat. He ran his fingers through his hair. He was ready to head out. As he was walking toward the living room, he received a text message, “I know it was just business but if you ever need me that way again, I’m available.”

He paused and shook his head. It was a moment of weakness. It had been a long time since he had fucked anyone. He didn’t intend to get intimate with her but one touch was interpreted into something more and the next thing he knew, her lips were on his dick and later he had her bend over the desk in the office wearing out her pussy and her ass.

He sent her a smiling emoji and continued to the door, opened it and a tall man was wearing a dark gray suit holding an envelope. “Are you Donatello Robles?” the man asked.

“Who are you?”

The man smiled, “I am a longtime friend of the Robles family. I was a good friend to Juan,” he said with a heavy heart.