Chapter 16

It was three days before his birthday party. He had not heard a word from his dear sweet aunt. He didn’t know where Bianca was. He could not even get in touch with Fernando. He wondered if should still have the party.

He drove to Gio’s gallery, the studio apartment. He knocked on the door, it opened Erick smiled, “Hey, Gio went with Nyla to an appointment.” He stepped aside, and Donatello entered the space. He saw a large painting on an easel with a cover. Erick offered him a drink and he accepted.

As he held a glass of water in hand, Erick revealed the painting. His eyes feasted on a marvelous work of art. Erick stood next to him, “I take it you like it.”

“It’s amazing,” he said as he stared, “how much?”

“Gio said it’s a gift. For your birthday.”

He nodded, “He’s an amazing artist. You both are. And so is Nyla.”

Erick studied his face and smiled. Donatello took a deep breath and composed himself. Erick had the kind of looks that challenged men deep within. Erick chuckled, “I know that you’re curious about me.”

“Gio told you?”

“We don’t have secrets. We can also see that you’re very fond of Nyla. Relax, we don’t mind. Just remember that she is our girl. We don’t mind sharing.”

“I appreciate your generosity and friendship. Truly.” Anticipation was building with each passing moment as Erick filled his ears with sweet words. His cock was near full when Erick’s hand felt his slight bulge.

“Impressive,” Erick said with a grin. His cock was full and his ass pulsated thinking about the length of Donatello filling him. His hands undid the button, and the pants dropped and pooled at his feet, Erick kneeled until he faced Donatello’s erection.

There was a drop of precum. Erick lapped it up quickly and flicked his tip with his tongue. Donatello was not prepared for Erick to devour his cock with suck vigor. His knees gave way and he nearly collapsed finding his balance on Erick’s shoulders, “Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, fuck!” he groaned. Never had anyone sucked him off with such enthusiasm.

After Erick baptized his rod, he stood and walked over to a drawer. He retrieved a bottle of oil, walked over to Donatello, and handed it to him. Slowly Erick dropped his pants and turned. Donatello opened the top and squeezed the pina colada-scented oil onto his ass, his hands massaged the glutes and later drifted to his crack.

He found his tight puckered ring and fingered it for several moments. Erick moaned. His heart raced. He felt the tip and in one push, Donatello had entered. “Slow or fast?” he asked.

“However, you like it,” Erick responded.

He decided to start slow. He loved to satisfy before emptying his load. Erick took pleasure in every long slow stroke as his hand massaged the length of his love stick. He was used to that double sensation and wanted it. He wanted to cum hard as his anal orgasm hit.

A thin film of sweat coated their muscular bodies. They were close. Their sacks were heavy and ready to explode. Donatello couldn’t believe he had finally gotten a taste of what he had asked Gio about. Gio was right, it wasn’t something that could be explained, it was something that just was.

As he continued to stroke, his cadence quickened, and he and Erick grunted simultaneously. Cum spilled from Erick’s tip and leaked from his ass as Donatello pulled out. It was done. Curiosity satisfied.

Donatello hung the picture in his office. He smiled. Nyla would arrive shortly to go over the details for the birthday party. He heard the sound of the doorbell and hurried to answer. After letting her inside, they walked back to the office. He wanted to show her the painting.

She stood wearing a bright kimono dress that hit just above the knees. Her eyes studied the painting with delight, “He did a great job capturing your essence, then and now.”

“Then and now?”

Nyla nodded, “Yes when he told me that he was working on a painting of you, he asked me what I thought of you. When we first met at the restaurant, you had this obscureness about you. Like you were tormented within and now, your light, it shines so brightly, it’s like you’re a new person.”

“Do you think being around good people can help change a person?”

She turned to him, “I do. When I’m around good people, I feel like I’m flying.”

He reached for her hands, “Thanks for being one of those people.”

She smiled, “Awe, you’re welcome.” She leaned in and hugged him tightly. As she stepped back, he stole a kiss. His eyes paused on her. He studied her face and then kissed her once more until the heat intensified and they were both throbbing below.

He untied the belt on the dress, it drifted open. He suckled each nipple. Her fingers danced in his soft strands of hair. He went down, peeling off her panties, and tasting her nectar. She looked down making a serious face as he pleased her. Her toes curled, her body trembled, her knees buckled and she grunted.

Slowly he rose to his feet wiping his chin and with his lips still wet, he kissed her mouth. She turned, and he pressed his way into her wet center and stroked. His strong hands cupped her breasts as he worked her from behind, “I can’t get enough of you,” he admitted.

Seconds, minutes, and then a half hour went by but for him, time seemed to stand still when he was deep inside of her. She giggled as he looked back, her hand caressing the side of his face. He was sweet.

After he loaded her with his love juice, she turned to him, “You were supposed to be showing me the patio for the party.”

He chuckled, “Sorry, I got carried away.”

“Bathroom?”

“Down the hall to the right.” He kissed her quickly, “I’ll show the patio next.”

She touched his face and walked out of the office. When she left the bathroom, he greeted her, “This way.”

As they entered the kitchen, there was a picture of a woman in the hall, “She’s pretty.”

“Oh, yeah, that’s my aunt.”

They continued to the door, Donatello opened it; there was the pool with hot tub, the patio area with seats, and a small stage set up, “You’ll be right over there.”

They talked a little longer. She realized it was getting late, “I better get home.”

He held her hand, kissed the top of it, and then kissed her mouth, “I wish you could stay the night.”

She smiled, “Maybe one day.”

He held her in place and kissed her mouth, “One more time before you go.”

Nyla was home alone relaxing on the sofa when the doorbell sounded. She made her way to the foyer. She looked out the window and saw a familiar face and smiled. The door opened, “Miriam, my god, I didn’t know you were back, come in,” she said excitedly.

She gave her two kisses and stepped inside, “I’m back. I arrived a few days ago.”

They walked into the living room. Miriam scanned the space, “This is lovely.”

“Thanks. How long are you here?”

“Indefinitely.”

“Indefinitely? Did something happen?”

She shrugged as she took a seat on the sofa, “I realized that it wasn’t what I wanted. I gave him back the ring but I’m good.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded, “Motherhood looks good on you. You’re glowing. I never glowed.”

“Miriam.”

“Seriously, I think the glow comes from willingly accepting the call of being a mother. How is everyone?”

Nyla’s eyebrow raised, “You mean, Nigel?”

“I mean everyone, him included.”

“We’re all good. The business has been great. We even met a new friend.”

“Friend?”

Nyla blushed, “He’s been working with Nigel at the studio. He’s nice.”

Miriam chuckled, “So you’re fucking him.”

“We all are. I think Sky may have a little crush on him.”

“I thought she was fucking Emilio.”

“I don’t know what’s going on with that. One minute she was acting so in love and then she pined over Donatello and gave me the side-eye for days and Emilio left for Spain. We haven’t heard from him in nearly two weeks.”

Her eyes widened, “That’s not like Emilio. That Sky though. I’m surprised Nigel’s working with her. She was such a basket case before.”

“Workwise, she’s been great.”

“Hopefully, when Emilio returns, he can take her mind off of this new guy. If he’s hot, maybe I—”

“No.”

“You’re not sharing. Don’t be greedy.”

Nyla laughed, “I’m not.”

“Have you and Emily—”

“What?!”

“Just asking. I’ve seen your Instagram posts. You two look like the best of friends.”

Nyla chuckled, “You’re not jealous?”

“I might be. A little,” she joked.

They sat talking enjoying the day and when it was time, Miriam stood and helped Nyla to her feet, “Thanks for having me over.”

“Any time.”

Miriam touched her face, “I’ll be in touch. I’ll be visiting a friend for a week or so.” She leaned in and pecked her lips and then left.

Nyla informed Gio that Miriam was back in London. At first, he didn’t have any words. When she asked if they should tell Nigel, he stated to leave it alone. Nigel was happy. He didn’t want to confuse matters. He knew that Nigel had a weakness when it came to Miriam and he didn’t want him falling back into the same trap, perpetuating the madness that always led to his ultimate heartbreak.

Donatello was at his house; it was decorated and ready to go for the festivities that would take place. He still had not heard from his aunt. Yet, he was determined to have a good time. The doorbell sounded. He left his office to answer the door.

There stood a man dressed in a black suit, he showed a badge, “I’m Detective Shelden Stuart are you a relative of Katherine Robles?”

Donatello’s heart was in his throat. He gulped and nodded, “Yes. She’s my aunt, what’s going on, is she okay?”

“Do you mind if I come in?”

He nodded and let the officer inside. They stood in the living room. The officer got to the point, “Your aunt is a dangerous woman.”

Donatello was aware of some of her criminal behavior. Other than having Saul killed, she didn’t seem that awful, “What do you mean?”

“Besides theft, sex trafficking, money laundering, fraud, she’s being investigated for the murders of your Senor Robles and his son, her late husband Adan—”

“Wait, just stop. Why would you think my aunt would do those things?”

“We received information from her daughter—”

“You know where my cousin is?”

“I can’t give any details on our witness. She’s in protection and she’s worried that her mother will hurt her.”

“My aunt would never hurt—”

“Are you aware that a man that worked for her showed up at the location where your cousin was staying and attempted to murder her husband—”

“Husband?”

“Yes. They were married about one month ago.”

“This has to be a mistake. My cousin can be dramatic. My aunt is a little protective but she wouldn’t do these things.”

The detective nodded, “I guess we’ll just have to see what the investigation turns up but first we have to find her. If you hear from her,” he pulled a card from his wallet, “call me.”

After the detective left, his mind went wild with questions, concerns, and worry. My aunt would not hurt me or her daughter, he thought. He shook his head. Bianca was doing all this to hurt her mother so she could be with Jake. He let out a deep sigh. He decided to let it go for the time being. Guests were en route.