20. Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Isabella Bianchi

I thought it would be weird to be back at uni after how things went down in Fuoco, but Giacomo turned out to be a decent guy. The first thing he did when he saw me at school was apologize.

"Hey, Isa. I wanted to say that I'm not usually the way I behaved in Fuoco. It must have been the alcohol talking. I didn't realize you were with someone, but it shouldn't matter. You were clear you didn't want to dance with me, and I kept pressing like an idiot. I just thought we could have something, you know? I guess I should have seen it earlier. You really tried to say no to a second date, but I just thought I needed to press harder. You're this bright, smart, gorgeous girl who's taking summer school on her vacation, and I really like you. But I understand you're taken, so I'll back off now. Friends?" Giacomo extends his arm for a handshake, and I genuinely accept it.

"Thank you so much for clearing the air. I appreciate you as a friend and think you have great talent," I tell him honestly, and he smiles.

"Last week, I had time to talk with a few acquaintances and asked around for up-and-coming artists. There are quite a few interested in learning about your idea for a gallery in South America." I beam at his words.

This is so exciting.

"Thank you so much, Giacomo. Maybe we could do a meet-up tomorrow? I can find a place after school today," I tell him, already thinking about texting Gabo for help.

"Sure, do you need help with that?"

"No, I got it covered. Thank you, though."

Class goes by in a blur—we have a new instructor this week, and we're working on sculptures. This is definitely not my forte; I've been struggling all afternoon trying to create a flower pot. It looks like a cup of french fries. Checking out the time, I realize there are only five minutes left in class anyway, so I start packing my stuff and head toward the parking lot.

Aldo and Rocco are outside the building, and I nod as I pass them. They follow me with a good distance between us, and if they didn't have such burly faces, they could blend in as students.

"Miss Bianchi, hi," Professor López greets me from the other side of the pathway.

"Hello, Professor López. I thought you had gone back to Geneva already," I say as I walk toward him.

"I'm leaving tonight. I had a few things to take care of while here in Bologna."

I nod in understanding. I'm sure he has contacts here at the Museum of Modern Art.

"Any chance you could join me and my boyfriend for dinner? I spoke so much about you; he's curious to meet a fellow Chilean," I say with a chuckle.

"I'd love to, but I already got the train ticket; I leave in an hour. Maybe next time, we can plan in advance. I'd love to have dinner with you and your boyfriend. I'm sure he's as interesting as you are. Anyway, it was a good thing I saw you before leaving. I'm hosting a meet-and-greet at the museum where I work next month, and I think it'd be the perfect opportunity for you to mingle with other young artists."

"This is amazing. Thank you so much for inviting me."

"Absolutely, here's my card so we can keep in touch. Have a good evening, Miss Bianchi." He waves, and I wave back.

I look at the guys sitting on a bench. They look so funny trying to blend in with the students walking around campus. I think they would be more successful in their jobs if they were wearing linen pants or even shorts, not expensive black suits.

Once I get to the penthouse, I check the fridge, and even though there's enough food to feed a small army, I want to cook something special for Gabo.

"Hey, guys, I'm going to the small market at the end of the street," I tell Aldo and Rocco, and Rocco gets up to go with me.

"Anything in particular you're looking for, Miss Bianchi?" Rocco makes small talk as we get on the elevator.

"Well, dinner is already in the fridge, but I was thinking about a nice dessert. We ate so well at the yacht this past week. I want to keep it going," I answer him as I feel the blush rise on my cheeks, and he chuckles.

"I hope you don't think I'm too forward, Miss Bianchi, but you are good for Mr. Godoy." Rocco surprises me with his words, and I look at him, curious to know more. "Yes, ever since you moved in, he's been different. He seems like he has found something he was missing."

"Like what?" I ask him, wanting to know everything.

Rocco rubs his face in frustration. "I shouldn't have said anything; I'm terrible with words."

I chuckle. "No, no. You started this. Now you have to tell me." I press further, and he releases a frustrated breath but continues talking.

"I'm just trying to say that before you, he used to be around women who wanted to be with him for his money and influence. Since you arrived, he's been more relaxed. It's a Mr. Godoy we didn't know before. I think you have brought out the best in him."

"Awww, Rocco. You're happy for your boss? That's such a nice thing to say. I've never been happier in my life, and I feel Gabo has been a great influence on me, as well. So I'm glad we bring out the best in each other." He nods, then goes back to his burly stance—the bodyguard is back.

We enter the small store, and I look up the recipe I want to create on my phone: flower vanilla berry cake. I get fresh vanilla beans, acai berries, wild violets, borage, and mint leaves. The lady who owns the store packs me a loaf of bread for free, saying Gabo and I need to eat healthier. I chuckle at her way of saying we're too skinny, but thank her and leave a few extra Euro bills on the counter as she gives a sweet treat to Rocco.

"This looks delicious. What's the occasion?" Gabo asks as he gives me a kiss after coming home.

"I just felt like making a yummy dessert to go along with the nice dinner the chef had prepared for us," I tell him as I plate our food, and he opens a bottle of wine. I finally learned Gabo's secret to always having the fridge stocked with cut fruit and ready-to-eat meals: he has a chef who comes twice a week.

"Do you remember the project I'm working on?" he asks as I take a bite of the delicious pasta we're having.

"The palace? How can I forget? I still can't believe you're designing one. It feels so royal," I tell him with dreamy eyes, and he chuckles.

"That's the one. I need to go to the Emirates tomorrow and see the area where the sheikh wants it built. One thing is seeing pictures; another is being there, feeling the wind on my fac, you know?"

"I definitely know. That's how I am sometimes when creating a new piece; I need to get inspiration from the source. Sometimes pictures and videos aren't enough," I tell him, and he smiles brightly. I love how we both take our art so seriously.

"Do you think you can come with me?" he asks, and my immediate response is to get giddy about it.

"Perfect, we'll take the jet after breakfast, and we'll come back after dinner," Gabo says, joy radiating from him.

"Oh, wait. I'm planning a meet-and-greet with young artists tomorrow. Long story, but Giacomo approached me today." The moment I say his name, Gabo goes rigid. "Relax, G. He just wanted to apologize for the way he behaved," I say, and Gabo releases a breath.

"And you told him you're with me?" I chuckle at his possessiveness and roll my eyes.

"No, G, he noticed that himself. But if I had felt there was a need to mention you, I would have." I wink at him, and now it's his turn to chuckle. "Anyways, he mentioned he had contacted a few artists who would be interested in being part of my gallery, so I need to meet with them. I actually called the PR department of Godoy Construzione today, and Francesca set up a space and refreshments already," I tell him as I start playing with my food. My appetite is ruined now that the excitement over traveling with him is gone.

"It's alright, principessa. I love that your plan is starting to take shape. There will be more opportunities for you to go with me and see the Emirates. Maybe we'll be invited to the palace inauguration." I swoon at his thoughtfulness. He truly is my biggest cheerleader.

"You're right, there will be more chances later on," I tell him, and we continue to enjoy our meal in comfortable silence. When it's time to have dessert, Gabo grabs the cake and offers me his hand.

"I have an idea. Come with me."

I follow him, curious to see what he has in mind. We go to the terrace, enjoying another beautiful summer night. The little garden Gabo has out here is in full bloom.

"Undress," he says in a low voice, and I raise my eyebrows.

"Excuse me?" I ask with a hand on my waist to add sass.

"You heard me, Bella. Undress."

"Why are you so bossy all of a sudden? At least ask nicely." He rolls his eyes, clearly frustrated I'm not following his game, and I chuckle internally.

"I want to eat this delicious cake off of you. Undress. I won't ask again."

His words are cold, and they should upset me, but the rush of desire that goes through my core is undeniable. I start undressing as he commanded. I remove my shoes, then unzip my dress and let it pool down by my feet. I'm not wearing a bra, which earns me a disapproving glare, and I giggle.

"Do you think that's funny, Bella? Those tits are mine. Just the thought of any asshole on the street ogling those perfect tits has my blood boiling." He grunts; he looks so funny when he's upset. But I refrain from laughing—I need to use my words instead.

"Good thing no one saw them, only you." He pulls me to him and leans down to suck and lick at my breast. Then, one of his hands finds my pussy, and he starts playing with my clit through the flimsy lace thong.

"Weren't you going to eat cake?" I ask in a breathy tone, and he releases my nipple with a pop, which only makes me hungrier for him.

"Those peaks were calling me. Who knew that being a possessive ass would turn you on." He gets some of the cake frosting on his finger and paints my breasts with it, going back to his delicious torture of licking and sucking.

When my knees start bending because his attention to my breasts and clit has me weak, he lays me down on the couch where he was sitting.

"I got you, Bella." I know he does; he's been an amazing influence in my life, not only supporting my dreams but also showing me how a loving relationship can be.

"Open your legs for me," he commands as he stands to remove his clothes. I watch him take off his vest and then unbutton his shirt. My mouth starts watering as I see his hands work effortlessly, popping the buttons off. When his chest is on full display, my hand goes to my clit; the sight of his abs and taught arm muscles sends shots of electricity through me.

"What do you think you're doing? I thought I told you to open your legs, not to start playing with yourself," he tells me in a stern tone that only makes him look hotter. I bite my lip to stop the smile that wants to form on my lips, but this only makes him more determined. He removes his belt in one swift move, and the next thing I know, he's tying my hands above my head with it.

"G, that's not fair," I whine and pout. But I love how possessive he is tonight.

"That's what happens when you're not the good girl I thought you were." He kisses the pout of my lips as he removes the rest of his clothes. He's buck naked on our terrace, and the sight is a balm for sore eyes. Gabo's cock is a work of art. I make a mental note to ask him to let me create a replica with silicone, so I can at least have his big cock with me when I'm in Chile.

Gabo goes back to painting my body with the cake frosting. The motion tickles, but I try to focus on what he's writing on my belly. I'm too aroused to think straight, so I take a couple of deep breaths to relax.

Once he starts licking whatever he just painted, I pay extra attention to what his tongue is tracing, and when he finishes, I whisper, " Sempre mia." (Always mine.) The moment Gabo hears my words, his eyes lock with mine, and I see every single feeling I have for him reflected there for me.

Before I can continue speaking, Gabo disappears between my legs and starts nibbling and sucking my clit. I want to pull his hair, grab him, and put his cock into my mouth… something. But he tied my hands, and I can't move them. The restraint just makes me more aroused.

What the hell? I have never experienced this kind of ecstasy—I guess I'm truly Gabo's good girl.

The moment he enters me, a jolt of pain mixed with pleasure hits me. He's pounding into me mercilessly, and I welcome the invasion.

Gabo reaches for some of the cake and puts it inside my mouth, along with two fingers. It's too much and not enough at the same time, so I work on eating every bit of the cake and frosting off his fingers as he continues pounding me.

Out of nowhere, one of Gabo's fingers—from his other hand—enters my ass, and I come immediately on the spot. His fingers muffle my cries as I continue to ride the wave of pleasure. Once my breathing has calmed, Gabo removes his cock from my pussy and strokes it at a fast pace, while moving up toward my face. When the first shot of cum hits me, I move my tongue around to try to lick as much of it as I can. Gabo grunts his release as I lift my head to reach for his cock, and lick it clean.

Gabo unties me, and after rubbing and kissing my wrists, he cleans my core with a wet napkin and his hands, as well. He then lies down with me on the couch, and we fall asleep while watching the stars. No words are needed when the night we just had was everything and more.

How on earth am I going to survive without him in Chile? I need to think of a better plan than dividing my time between the two countries.