15. Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Gabo Godoy

T he week went by in a blink. I've been trying to delegate more projects to Dominic so I can take the week off with my Bella. Professor López turned out to be a great point of contact for Bella and other South Americans in Europe. According to Bella, there's a network for young and rising artists in the European Union, and they'll meet next month in Switzerland. I'm already planning to take that time off to go with her; seeing her work so hard on her project has ignited something inside me. It's the spark I've been missing.

She's also creating a new piece that I haven't been allowed to see, and I‘m curious if it has anything to do with me. I haven't drawn in a long time—I used to do it all the time in college. Yesterday I caught myself doodling while attending another boring budget meeting, and to my surprise, I drew her. My muse.

However, I wasn't too happy to learn that Giacomo had almost caused an accident with Bella's car. I had to hear it from Rocco, who also reported that the kid had been almost harassing her for a second date. Why can't the guy take the hint? Maybe I'm expecting too much of a ragazzo who's still in school.

I know Bella is with me, but the fact that she doesn't want labels still makes me feel uncertain. I don't want anyone to think they have a chance with her. Because they don't. I trust no one, especially when she's involved, so I had Mario run a background check on him.

‘Earth to Gabo," Dominic says as he enters my office, Mario hot on his tail.

"Is everything alright?" I ask, noting the urgency with which they both entered.

"Yeah, we were just power walking after lunch. And by the way, I won," Dominic says to Mario with a wink, to which Mario just rolls his eyes in fake annoyance. These two have been beating around the bush for far too long—I wish they'd just fuck and see if they can get it out of their systems.

"Boss, I ran the background check on Miss Bianchi's classmate as you asked and the guy is squeaky clean," Mario states, face unreadable.

"And is that a bad thing? I'm glad he doesn't present a threat to my Bella."

"Good, that's good. He just seems too perfect and no one ever is." I know what Mario is trying to tell me: we need to dig deeper.

"Can you get in contact with your friends at Interpol?" Dominic barks out a laugh that soon morphs into a coughing fit. Mario passes him a bottle of water, and Dominic eyes him, appreciative of the gesture.

"Gabo, don't be ridiculous. The kid is simply a good citizen, he must be one of the people who goes to the bathroom with the lights off. He's just pure like that." Mario and I laugh at Dominic's ridiculous assessment, but I need to know for certain the kid doesn't present a threat to Bella. One can never be too careful.

"Alright assholes, you all are funny and shit, but my woman is waiting for me to start the weekend," I say as I motion for them to say whatever it is they came in to say.

"Sounds good, boss. Aldo and Rocco going with you? Or do you need me to go?"

"Yeah, they're coming with us. You take the weekend to continue investigating." Mario nods in understanding and starts making his way out of the office.

"Did you already tap that? Or that's why you're acting like a psycho, investigating everyone who comes in contact with Isa?" I cannot believe Dominic just said that. I have him pinned against the wall in two seconds flat.

"Don't you ever refer to Bella like that ever again. She's the most important person in my life, and I'll stop at nothing to make sure she's safe at all times," I say with a clenched jaw. I've never been this furious with Dominic.

"Okay, okay, relax. It was a joke. What happened to bros over hoes?"

"Bella is not joking material. Understood?" I ask before releasing him, and he nods, massaging his neck.

"I see you've finally met the one," Dom says with a smirk, and I release a breath.

"Yes. She's everything I see." I hear his laugh as he leaves my office. I can't wait to finish what I have to do so I can go to the villa with her.

After a couple more hours of work, I'm about to close my laptop when Dom comes into my office.

"Sorry, man, but you're going to have to delay going home to your girl."

"Unless someone is dying, I'm out of here," I tell him in a tone that doesn't allow any arguing.

"Trust me, Gabo. We need to do this together."

"What is it?"

"Sheikh Khalid is here." That catches my interest.

"The sheikh is here? What for?" I ask, incredulous.

"Oh, I don't know. Maybe because he wants to do business with you? Wake up, bro." Dom snaps his fingers in front of me, and the first thing I think of doing is to call Bella.

"Hi, G. Are you on your way?" she answers after the second ring.

"Hi, Bella mia. Actually something came up."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, a sheikh is here, and I need to take him to dinner—a business dinner. Are you okay with starting our week off tomorrow morning?" I hate it. It hasn't even been a full day since I committed to making time to hang out with her, and I'm already asking for time to work.

"Oh, sure. It actually works out perfectly," Bella answers in a chirpy tone.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, my classmates are going out tonight, and I had said no because we were leaving but now I can go. Good luck with the sheikh! See you later, G." Bella hangs up, and I stay with the phone against my cheek. I thought she would be disappointed, but I guess she can bounce between plans like no one's business. I can't help but feel the jealousy forming inside my chest. The thought of Goody Two-Shoes Giacomo being there makes me uneasy. No one is ever that clean.

"What? She hung up mad?" Dom asks.

"No. She said she could just make other plans, then." Dom barks out a laugh, and if I wasn't so intrigued by what the sheikh wants to talk to me about, I would swat his head.

"Sheikh Khalid, welcome. What a pleasure to have you here," I say as I welcome him into Verona, my restaurant. His entourage is at least twenty people. For someone who doesn't like drawing attention, he sure knows how to make an entrance.

"Mr. Godoy, I appreciate your flexibility to see me with such short notice."

"I must admit, I was surprised when I learned you were in town. What can I do for you?" The sheikh smiles at me as he sits and looks around for someone to fill a glass of water for him.

"It's quite simple, Mr. Godoy. I want you to build me a palace. Something humanity has never seen before." I raise my eyebrows at his statement.

"I see." I take a sip of my water, and I wish I had something stronger in hand, but out of respect for the sheikh, I only have water, like him.

"May I ask, why me? I'm flattered, but I would be lying if I said you didn't catch me by surprise."

"I like humble men, Mr. Godoy. That speaks highly of you. But I also like attention to detail and in that regard, in my opinion, you are second to none."

"I'm grateful for your vote of confidence, Sheikh Khalid. Is there a timeline? Any specifications? I currently have a few projects going, and I'm about to embark on one of the biggest projects of my career. I want to make sure I can give your project the attention it needs."

"I can appreciate that. I have a few projects going on myself. That's why I came personally to speak with you, because there are some matters that cannot be delegated if you want them to go perfectly."

"I couldn't agree with you more. Let's talk business." He smiles at my words and asks one of his bodyguards for a tablet.

The evening goes by with us eating and talking about his vision for his newest palace. I guess this is my sign to finally get out of my comfort zone.

"Rocco, where are you guys?" I ask over the speaker as I start my Lamborghini Aventador SV. I can't wait to see Bella.

"Mr. Godoy, we're outside of Fuoco. Miss Bianchi and her classmates are inside."

"Okay, I'm on my way," I say as I disconnect the call and punch in directions on the navigation system. The time flew by speaking with the sheikh, and I'm beyond excited to embark on that project. I can't wait to tell Bella all about it.

It's an easy drive to Fuoco, and I'm parking in front of the place in less than ten minutes. I didn't get a chance to change, so I leave my suit jacket in the car and roll up my shirt sleeves. Everyone in line is ogling my car, and as long as no one touches it, it's fine. I guess it's not often you see one of these since they went out of production a couple of years ago.

The bouncer nods for me to cut in line, and I pass him a five-hundred Euro bill.

"Thank you, Mr. Godoy," I hear him say before I disappear into the throng of people inside this place. I make my way to the bar and ask for a whiskey on the rocks. I take a fortifying sip as I scan the area, looking for those azure eyes that I can get lost in. Finding her doesn't take me long—she's the most beautiful woman on the dance floor. She's wearing a barely-there black strapless dress and sky-high silver heels. Her hair is down in flowy waves, covering her back. She's dancing to the beat in a circle with other girls, all of them dressed to the nines, but I only have eyes for the Argentine fairy who has enchanted me since the moment I saw her descending from my jet.

I'm enjoying watching her dance, waiting for the perfect moment to join her when a kid, who I can only assume is Giacomo, gets behind her and dares to put a hand on her waist. This wimpy motherfucker decided to hit on the wrong woman.

I finish my whiskey in one big gulp and reach the dance floor in four strides. People make way the moment they see me barreling through the crowded space—they're smart to do so. When I get to Bella, I see she has stopped dancing and is saying something to Giacomo, but he's still holding her. I get between them and look down at the kid, effectively breaking their connection. I'm not the tallest person, but I'm taller than this idiot.

"G. What are you doing here?" Bella asks with a gorgeous smile on her face, eyes sparkling. She's happy to see me.

"I came for you," I tell her as I place my hand on her middle and see her visibly relax. I relax a smidge, too.

"Isa, do you know this dude?" the kid asks, still in our space.

"Of course, this is Gabo. My..." She looks at me with a smirk.

"I'm hers and she's mine. Now get lost." Bella chuckles, and Giacomo simply stands there. I'm guessing he's in shock.

"You're with this dude? He could be your older brother," he shouts, and I tense at his words because I'm not that much older than them, and my patience is thinning fast.

"He's not," Bella informs him. At the same time, I say, "I'm not, but I can be your worst nightmare if you don't leave alone what's mine." I practically growl.

"Wow, okay. Have fun with the geriatric." That's it. I'm done with the disrespect. He's about to finally leave when I grab him by the back of his shirt.

Mario is next to me a second later. He came with me after the meeting. "Do you need help, Mr. Godoy?"

"Please help this kid find his way home. I think he's passed his curfew." Mario nods and holds Giacomo by the back of his shirt.

"I'm not a kid. I'm twenty," the kid shouts, and I chuckle.

"You just proved my point, please don't embarrass yourself and leave."

"Mr. Godoy, is there a problem here?" A man wearing all black joins the conversation. I'm guessing he's the club manager.

"I'm not a kid. My name is Giacomo, and I came with my friends to have a good time," he retorts as he tries to get out of Mario's hold but can't.

"Do you know who he is?" the man in black asks Giacomo.

"No. Should I?" he answers in a defiant tone.

"Well, Mr. Godoy is one of the most influential men in the city. I'd suggest you do as he says."

"Why should I do that? Is he mafia or something?"

"No, I'm not involved with the mafia. But it just so happens, I own a lot of businesses and a design/construction firm, so if you ever want to get a job in your field, I can make it impossible for you. I usually don't like to show off my status, but when someone messes with what's mine, I will stop at nothing to make them understand," I tell him in a tone that doesn't allow room for arguing.

"And you're okay with this, Isa? I thought you were different," he spits, and I'm about to get him out of here once and for all, but Bella surprises me when she gets in front of me with her hands on her hips.

"Look, Giacomo, you've been a good friend. I enjoyed having coffee with you and you're a good classmate, but I told you I didn't want to dance with you, and you didn't listen. Not to mention the fact that I've said, as nicely as possible, that I'm not interested in a relationship with you. Maybe you need to go home and reflect on what just happened. Because when a woman says no, it actually means no." My Bella shrugs as she turns her back to him and grabs my hand, leading me to another area of the dance floor. I bark out a laugh as I follow her. I'm pretty sure I'd follow this woman to heaven and hell if she asked.

"Hey everyone, this is Gabo." She introduces me to her friends, who stopped dancing when Giacomo decided to make a scene. They all wave, and I wave back; no one says anything about the incident, so I let it pass, too. The one who looked like a clown was Giacomo, trying to fit where there was no room for him.

"Oh, I love this song. Come on, G," Bella says, and I follow her through the dance floor. She stands in front of me, and I can finally wrap my arm around her middle, bringing her flush against me. She moves her hips to the rhythm, and I follow her lead. I keep telling myself I can't have her. Not yet. But the pull I feel toward her is stronger than anything I've ever experienced before. Bella raises her left arm and pulls my head down by grabbing the back of my neck. It's such a simple yet sensual touch that I can help but buck my dick against her ass. Bella starts rubbing her ass against my dick, and I need to take a couple of deep breaths to not come in my pants. Fuck.

"Are you wet, Bella mia?" I ask her as my right-hand travels down her chest and onto her thigh, dangerously close to her core.

"That's something you have to find out," this little minx replies, and I can't take it anymore.

"Okay, let's go," I say as I start making my way toward the exit and she giggles.

"Somewhere I can check how wet you are without any witnesses. That pussy is mine and only mine," I turn back to whisper against her ear, and she does her little happy dance, making me chuckle.

When we leave Fuoco, I see a crowd mingling around my car. When one of them spots me, he motions for everyone to make way for us. Luckily, it doesn't seem like they were touching it. I help Bella inside, blocking her from view. I don't want anyone to see her pussy, and that excuse of a dress she's wearing doesn't leave much to the imagination.

"Where to, Mr. Godoy?" Mario comes to stand next to me as I close Bella's door.

"We're just going to my penthouse. Once we enter the garage, you guys can go home. Thank you, Mario." He nods with a smirk like he knows what's about to go down. And I don't even correct him because tonight I'll taste Bella Bianchi for the very first time.

I get in my car, and the engine roars to life once I turn it on. I notice Bella pressing her thighs together, and my dick jerks up in response. She wants this as much as I do.

"Hey, G. Would you be okay if I do this?" She doesn't even wait for me to reply. She opens her legs wide, placing her left foot on top of my junk—I hiss at the touch. The heel is digging dangerously close to my cock, but I widen my stance, giving her more room to play. She starts twisting her foot, left and right, adding the right amount of pressure. I grab her heel-clad foot and start massaging my cock with it. It's so damn sexy that if I weren't driving, I would have come already. I have one hand on her foot, the other one on the steering wheel, trying to focus as much as I can on the road, but I notice from the corner of my eye that she's starting to touch herself. Fuck, no.

"You can't touch what's mine, principessa," I grit through clenched teeth, really trying to reign in my emotions. She simply chuckles and wets her middle finger with her arousal and licks it clean, making a show out of it. I drive as fast as I can; I can't let her come without me tasting her first.

I enter the garage and watch the SUVs disappearing on the other side of the gate. Mario, Rocco, and Aldo won't be back until tomorrow.

An idea pops up in my brain. I park the car and make my way to help Bella out, and the moment I see her standing in front of me, lust evident on her face, I know what to do.

"Come here and spread your legs for me," I command, and Bella follows me. "Lie down," I tell her next, and she looks around.

"Where?" she asks, confused.

"On the hood." She immediately sees where I'm going with this, and she spreads her legs as she sits down on the hood of the Lamborghini. She leans down to untie her heels, and I stop her in her tracks. "Leave them on. Now, go all the way up on the hood," I instruct her as I remove my vest and tie and toss them to the side. "Put your feet against the hood, Bella mia."

"But I'll scratch the paint with my heels," she chides.

"It'll be a reminder of the first time I made you come, principessa."

Bella smirks and does as I asked. I get on my knees, and the view takes my breath away. She's wearing a tiny, lacey black thong that's wet with arousal. Her black dress is ruched all the way to her waist, her ass is against the red hood of my car, and her heels are digging into the hood. They'll leave dents, for sure. I couldn't care less.

"What is taking so long?" Bella whines, and I chuckle.

"Patience, principessa. I'm admiring the view." She widens her legs in response, and that's it. I start placing kisses from her ankle to her calf, leaving goosebumps as I make my way to her inner thigh. Once I'm within reach, Bella tugs my hair, and I welcome the sting. I have never felt so turned on in my life. I trace circles with my tongue, and I feel her squirming, so I place my hands on top of her feet, hoping she'll stop moving. I truly enjoy seeing her come undone for me. The moment I place my tongue on top of her core, she bucks up, and I chuckle.

"It's not funny, G. I want to come," she whines again, so I repeat the tortuous act over and over. When I feel her breathing increase, I pull her thong with my teeth, ripping it in the process, and spit it on the floor. The moment my tongue touches her clit, I feel ten feet tall. The moan Bella shouts is something I've never heard before. I open her lower lips with my hands and use my tongue to enter her, eating her mercilessly.

"Yes, G. Like that," Bella chants, and I start making circles with my tongue on her clit as I enter her with two fingers. "G, I'm going to come. It feels so good."

I pick up my pace with my tongue and fingers as she starts moving erratically. I know the moment she comes because her walls start pulsating against my fingers, and her heels dig deeper into the hood of my car, making a screeching sound. I'd be pissed if I wasn't enjoying this so much. I let her ride out her orgasm, and when I see her breathing start to even out, I stand up and open my arms to her. She takes my hands, and I kiss her once she's standing, letting her taste herself in my mouth. I reluctantly let her lips go and lean down to grab my tie, vest, and her panties, which I pocket.

"Let's go, G. It's your turn now."

We hold hands as we make our way to the elevator, but what she doesn't know is that I won't come tonight—at least not with her. I want to save our first time together until we're at the villa, so I stay quiet as I lead her to her room.

"Wait. So you gave me the best orgasm of my life, and now you're telling me I have to sleep in my room by myself?" Bella pouts, and it almost breaks my willpower. Almost.

"There are a lot of emotions running wild tonight, and I think it's best if we sleep on them and start fresh tomorrow at the villa," I say as I give her a peck on her nose.

She gets on her tippy toes to kiss me. "Fine. Good night, G."

"Good night, principessa."

I heave a deep breath as I make it to my room and undress quickly for a cold shower.

Once in my bed, I hear Bella moaning quietly. Fuck my life. Is she using that damn vibrator again? Not wasting time wondering, I shoot her a text.

Gabo : Are you using that fake *eggplant emoji* again?

It takes a couple of seconds for the text to be delivered, but I know the moment it does because her moaning stops.

Bella : Maybe… want to come and join me? *evil emoji*

"This woman will be my demise," I whisper to myself in my empty room.

Gabo : I think I'll pass. It'll just make you want more of the real *eggplant emoji* *kissy face emoji*

Bella : Ugh, I hate you.

She replies instantly, and I hear the moaning resume. I can't help the laugh that escapes me, imagining her hot and bothered for my cock. I can't wait to make her see stars tomorrow.

Gabo : No, you don't. Rest up, Bella mia. Tomorrow, I'll make you come so many times, you'll beg for mercy.

Bella : Promises, promises.

And this firecracker attaches a picture of a pink vibrator entering her pussy. I groan loudly, and now it's her turn to cackle. Well played, Bella. Well played.