when I am around you, too. I don’t know what it is that you do to me, but I can’t let you walk away from me. I just can’t…” I admitted as I hugged her. Shit…that’s the last thing that I wanted her to know , he thought, as he silently cursed himself out. He couldn’t deny the feelings that stirred within him when it came to her . But, he convinced himself that the feelings were lustful desires, purely based on sex. After all, she’s new pussy and just another conquest that will be added to my list.
“It can’t just be this. I have more respect for myself than to just be at your beck and call whenever you want to fuck me,” she said as if filled with anguish.
“Please, just give me a chance. I knew that if I asked you out on a date, you would most likely turn me down,” I spoke truthfully…at least it was partially true. Fucking her was the main reason why I wanted her initially. The more she attempted to reject me, the more driven I became. There was this eagerness to command Simone to fall in line with the rest of the other women that I fucked.
“Why would I turn you down?” she asked. She lifted her head and stared at me as if she was searching for the answer in my eyes.
“I don’t know what Victoria told you. I mean…this is new for me. I don’t do commitments because I like my freedom to fuck whoever I want. I’ve only dated…” I began. The only woman who I dated was Josephine, and even that was rarely done. As much as I convinced myself that Simone was just another pussy, a large part of me knew that she deserved no part of me .
“Josephine,” she said as she forcefully pushed her body away from me.
“Yes, Josephine. We’ve known each other our whole lives. Our families have known each other since the old country,” I explained. “Our families want us to be together. I don’t want to be with her,” I said, which was not a complete lie.
“So, are you and Josephine together or not?”
“No, we are not together,” I lied.
“Well, she has her mind made up about you. She threatened Victoria at the Christmas party. I don’t want Mr. Spillmore to be fired because of you and me,” she said.
Chuckling, I asked, “That’s what she said?” I laughed, knowing all too well that Josephine’s threats meant more than firing Donald Spillmore. Like many of the privileged pampered offspring whose family is in this business, threats like the one Josephine made were not to be taken lightly. One complaint made by Josephine could end the whole Spillmore bloodline, especially since they are not of Italian descent. They are what we refer to as associates. The process of killing them would be easier because no meetings or discussions with the council would be necessary. Donald Spillmore is one of our most loyal associates, who has covered our trail of money successfully for over twenty years. But the way to avoid bloodshed is to maintain a relationship with Josephine…and to minimize the appearances with Simone. Simone is not high maintenance or clingy; therefore, that will be easy.
“Not exactly, but she made comments to Victoria that seemed as if I was putting Mr. Spillmore’s job in jeopardy if I become involved with you,” she said, as she started putting on her sneakers.
“Don’t worry about her. Josephine is harmless,” I said, becoming even hornier as I watched her. With little effort, she exuded sex appeal that even a blind man could sense.
“Let me take you back to your campus,” I practically begged.
“I’m fine with taking the train,” she said, as she zipped up her jacket.
“I’m not going to let you take the train,” I said, as I started to put on my clothes, “…and please don’t fight with me.”
*
“Were you born in Italy?” she asked, as I stopped at the red light.
“No, my sisters and I are first-generation Italian-Americans. We did spend every summer in Florentine, Italy. When I turned eighteen, my family sent me to live in Italy for two
“It can’t just be this. I have more respect for myself than to just be at your beck and call whenever you want to fuck me,” she said as if filled with anguish.
“Please, just give me a chance. I knew that if I asked you out on a date, you would most likely turn me down,” I spoke truthfully…at least it was partially true. Fucking her was the main reason why I wanted her initially. The more she attempted to reject me, the more driven I became. There was this eagerness to command Simone to fall in line with the rest of the other women that I fucked.
“Why would I turn you down?” she asked. She lifted her head and stared at me as if she was searching for the answer in my eyes.
“I don’t know what Victoria told you. I mean…this is new for me. I don’t do commitments because I like my freedom to fuck whoever I want. I’ve only dated…” I began. The only woman who I dated was Josephine, and even that was rarely done. As much as I convinced myself that Simone was just another pussy, a large part of me knew that she deserved no part of me .
“Josephine,” she said as she forcefully pushed her body away from me.
“Yes, Josephine. We’ve known each other our whole lives. Our families have known each other since the old country,” I explained. “Our families want us to be together. I don’t want to be with her,” I said, which was not a complete lie.
“So, are you and Josephine together or not?”
“No, we are not together,” I lied.
“Well, she has her mind made up about you. She threatened Victoria at the Christmas party. I don’t want Mr. Spillmore to be fired because of you and me,” she said.
Chuckling, I asked, “That’s what she said?” I laughed, knowing all too well that Josephine’s threats meant more than firing Donald Spillmore. Like many of the privileged pampered offspring whose family is in this business, threats like the one Josephine made were not to be taken lightly. One complaint made by Josephine could end the whole Spillmore bloodline, especially since they are not of Italian descent. They are what we refer to as associates. The process of killing them would be easier because no meetings or discussions with the council would be necessary. Donald Spillmore is one of our most loyal associates, who has covered our trail of money successfully for over twenty years. But the way to avoid bloodshed is to maintain a relationship with Josephine…and to minimize the appearances with Simone. Simone is not high maintenance or clingy; therefore, that will be easy.
“Not exactly, but she made comments to Victoria that seemed as if I was putting Mr. Spillmore’s job in jeopardy if I become involved with you,” she said, as she started putting on her sneakers.
“Don’t worry about her. Josephine is harmless,” I said, becoming even hornier as I watched her. With little effort, she exuded sex appeal that even a blind man could sense.
“Let me take you back to your campus,” I practically begged.
“I’m fine with taking the train,” she said, as she zipped up her jacket.
“I’m not going to let you take the train,” I said, as I started to put on my clothes, “…and please don’t fight with me.”
*
“Were you born in Italy?” she asked, as I stopped at the red light.
“No, my sisters and I are first-generation Italian-Americans. We did spend every summer in Florentine, Italy. When I turned eighteen, my family sent me to live in Italy for two
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