DINNER DATE
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CHAPTER 29: DINNER DATE
Nobody speak between them about what happened that morning. When Italia woke up again, Gustav was no longer there. What was left was the empty and cold space that lay crumpled on her side.
She looked at it sadly.
“I knew it.”
He might have been regretting it now.
With a solemn eyes, she climbed off the bed. The morning breeze brushed across her bare skin. The warmth seeping from the cracks is not enough to console the coldness that envelope her heart.
Italia move slowly, her shoulders are sagged. Her head are crestfallen, even the moment she turned on the shower. The water fell across her skin directly, but it did not make her feel anything. The numbness was enough until tears slowly fallen from her eyes.
Crying with grief when she covered her eyes. Unaware the moment that sliding glass door was pushed open. Another presence joined her. Agrrieved, and blinded by pain, when a pair of string arms hug Italia from behind.
“Shh, are you crying again?” Gustav mumbled softly.
Italia gasped. She wanted to turn around, but instead of, the man guide her head to lay it on top of his bare chest. The mere action touches her, but it both pained Italia to the core.
“I—I thought you left...” She did not hide the distraught from her voice.
What is it to hide, when Gustav already saw her crying anyway?
“I did not left, I just don’t want to wake you up, because I know you’ll need that rest, Italia.” It felt like a dream.
Gustav was speaking softly at her, she brushing her hair with his fingers. It was delicate. His touch was soft as if he was afraid that a mere act of carelessness might hurt her. It was if...he truly values her.
Italia did not speak. She close her eyes, while letting the water from the shower to fell both of their bodies. But this time, she felt warm regardless of being n***d. She did not feel shame in front of him, she felt accepted.
“Is there anything that worries you, hmm?” Gustav asked
He grab her chin, and lifted her head to guide her eyes to his own.
“You can tell me anything.” He was staring at her with the intensity that he used to do before...with Anna.
His eyes are no longer masked, but they are readable this time. The passion beneath, and the love she couldn’t fathom whether it is real or her eyes are just playing tricks on her again.
Italian’s lips tremble.
“You seems in love...” She trailed off. “I am not making a fool out of myself, am I?” She added with a laugh.
“You are not, Italia.” Gustav caressed her cheeks. “I’m sorry that I haven’t realize it sooner, but hearing everything from you last night, I felt like there’s no use about being in denial, because I am only hurting you more than intended to.”
“Gustav.” Her eyes watered, but this time—it isn’t sadness, but joy.
Gustav bring his lips closer and planted a soft kisses on her forehead.
“I’m sorry, I know that I have wronged you in the past.” He pulled apart and looked at her tenderly.
“Silly.” Italia chuckled in between her tears. “you know that I couldn’t go mad at you. You know exactly how much I love you, Gustav.”
Their eyes meet, and as it does, Gustav did not hesitate to close the gap between them. He kissed her, and Italia kissed him back. The heat spreads. The seek for each other’s pleasure that they couldn’t they couldn’t hey their hands off from their body.
“G—Gustav.” Italia let out a shaky moan, when she felt his hands travelling across her pelvis, feeling, it, kneading it expertly as she writhe and clings on his arms.
“Damn it, baby.” Gustav hollered huskily beside her ears. “You are so ready.”
Desire was evident on his voice.
Italia could only groan and spread her legs to give him more access. While busy doing the deeds, Gustav run his lips to the soft spot on her neck. She shuddered.
He holds her head and with no preamble whatsoever he thrusts himself inside her, making her cry out—more in pleasure than anything else—but she can still hear the hiss of his breath forced through his clenched teeth.
“G—Gustav—!” Italia gasped.
"Yessss," he hisses close to Italia’s ear. He stills, then swivels his hips once, pushing deeper, making her groan as the ecstasy flooded.
“I need you, his voice low and husky. He runs his teeth along her jaw, nipping and sucking, and then he’s kissing her again, hard.
Italia was lost towards the pleasure that he was making him feel. And then he moves to a primal, and frantic desperate thrust as they both lost it in the pace. Italia was a washed by the sensation while listening to his harsh breathing that was fierce across to her ears. It was laboured same as hers that she never worries whether anybody would hear her cries and the romance they are making on the bathroom.
“That’s it, baby.” Gustav glowered.
Italia s**t down her orbs.
And the through the sheer finery of passion, the two of them clings on each other as they close and fill their longing and hunger—swiftly, he fills her needs to feel.
Italia was still blushing, when her mind would recall what happened earlier that morning. With reddened cheeks, she couldn’t contain her smile.
“s**t, this is crazy.” She wanted to castigated herself, but she couldn’t.
She felt like there’s nothing wrong being happy, because she knew that she deserve this kind of happiness. But it still felt surreal. Seeing how Gustav willingly took her without any contempt on his part, and not even a hate she can tell. It was like a love making of a husband and wife. Two loving couples... Although they are not like that.
Italia wanted to ask whether does that man they should withdraw the divorce or not, now that they have professed their live for each other. But on the other side, she wanted to keep it this way and not rush things.
“Seems like you are in a good mood today, Miss.” Elena smiled at her reflection, while braiding her hair. She is one of the servants, who had become her personal maid around.
“I am.” Italia did not try to hide it.
Her smile broaden while watching her appearance on the vanity mirror place affront.
She was clad on a silver backless dress that hugs her figure. It isn’t tight, but loose around the waist as it emphasis the curves of her torso. The glimmer match her braid, and the light make up that was painted across her face.
Italia was satisfied at how she looks, but she is still worried. Would Gustav like what she is seeing?
Elena may have noticed the sudden frown on her face, and soon she asked, “Is there’s something wrong, Miss?”
“Nothing.” Italia shook her head before biting her lips. “But do you think...” She was hesitant at first. “Do you think I am beautiful?”
“Certainly, Miss.” Elena smiled at her. “And I am sure on master’s eyes, you are the most beautiful woman.”
What she said lessen her worried for a while.
“Thank you, Elena.”
“What’s taking her so long?” Gustav was facing downstairs.
He was all ready, and he was waiting for Italia to join him. After what happened, Gustav wanted to make it up for her. He invited her for a dinner to one of the restaurants he knew that she always fancy.
Lost in thinking, when he heard her calls.
“Gustav!”
When he lifted her head, Gustav was stunned.
Italia was stunning. The dressed he bought perfectly suits her.
“Di you waited that long?” She looks worried, when she had gotten closer at him. “I’m sorry, but what do you think?”
“You looks lovely.” Gustav pecked at her cheeks.
Italia instantly blushed.
“Y—you look dashing as well.” She stammered, and did not bother to hide her smile. “So, mind if we go?”
“Absolutely.”
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