Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad-Chapter 875 : Spontaneous Enjoyment

*Leo*

The next morning my head banged as if I had a hangover. It would have been better if it had been a hangover from alcohol rather than one from a sleepless night. Usually, I lay down in one spot and wake in that same place. Not this morning, and not after a night of tossing and turning. The bed looked like I’d been at war in my sleep.

I supposed a part of me was at war with not only myself, but last night’s events. I knew I’d hurt Bianca. I knew she didn’t believe a word that came out of my lying mouth, maybe it was crazy, but I was glad to know she wasn’t half as naive as I first assumed she was.

It was nice to know that she realized every word couldn’t possibly always hold truth. I was glad she had her suspicions. I’d be more concerned if she swallowed every lie thrown her way. It was a relief to find out different.

The problem was I wished she’d just let it go. deep within, I hoped she would just trust me and try to put it out of her mind or set it aside. It didn’t do either of us any good for her to pursue the truth about my background and real profession.

I couldn’t tell her, and she’d be in danger if she figured it all out. It was just better all around if she gave up on that line of thinking and questioning.

I didn’t want to risk losing Bianca over something as stupid as a lie. Every lie I uttered was to keep her safe. What she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her. If she knew too much, death would dog her heels. I didn’t want that for her.

I got up and out of the bed. It was pointless to stay there when I’d never go back to sleep and hadn’t really slept all night to begin with. I showered, and as soon as I got out, the damn phone was ringing. It was Franky. I wanted to shoot the damn thing, but picked up instead.

“What’s up?”

”Had a good night and wrapped up my last project. Just thought you’d like to know.”

“Well, that’s good to know. Thanks, man,” I said, thinking of the blood and death Franky had dealt with on behalf of the family. I bowed my head in a moment of silence. I didn’t like what Manuel did, but I still mourned for him and his family.

After Franky and I hung up, I dressed for the office and went down stairs. As I didn’t wake with Bianca in my arms, I hoped to run into her while I was getting coffee and going over the days’ agenda on my phone.

I rounded the corner and was happy to find Bianca in the kitchen with a mug of coffee in her hand.

“Good morning,” I said, and attempted to touch her loose hair.

To my pleased surprise, Bianca leaned into my touch. I was thrilled that last night’s annoyance and silent rejection didn’t follow us into this morning. I pulled her close into a hug and sighed. She felt so right here in my arms. I never wanted her to let me go again.

“Do you have anything to do for school today?” I asked, an idea coming to me, while I held her and pressed my face into her silky hair.

“No, I did everything I needed to do already.” She said , holding on to me as tightly as I held her.

“Great!” I said, pulling my phone from my pocket.

“Why? What are you up to?” she asked, as I continued to hold for an answer to my call.

I simply gave her a charming grin, while looking into those brilliant eyes and rubbing my other hand up and down the lovely curve of her back.

“Yeah, this is Leo. I was wondering if you could have the plane ready to fly by this afternoon?”

“Sure, we can,” the attendant said.

“How do you feel about taking an afternoon and spending it with me?” I asked Bianca, as I tapped out a quick text to my pilot with the destination I had in mind.

“Where are we going?” she asked, trying to catch a glimpse at my phone’s screen.

I turned it away, so she couldn’t see the screen., I finished the text, and put the phone away.

“Oh, I don’t know where we’re going. We’ll find out when we get there.”

“Yeah right, you know exactly where we’re going, but you just won’t tell me,” she said, with a grin and tiptoed to kiss my lips.

“Um,” I murmured, “if I get kisses for planning blank trips I’ll have to do them more often,” I teased, kissing her back.

“Since, I have no idea where we’re going, I suppose you’re going to have to help me pack,” “ she said with a flutter of her lashes.

It made me laugh at the sweet innocent look she was wearing. “I’ll help you pack, but I doubt it’ll give you clues to our destination.”

She looked over her shoulder at me as we walked toward the stairs and gave me a mock pout.

“I’ll get it out of you, Leo.”

“I doubt that too, sweetheart,” I said, following behind her and checking out her fabulous ass in those little shorts and tank she slept in.

I walked into Bianca’s room. She was turning it into a home away from home, it seemed. Before she moved into her room, it was like a blank canvas. It was as if she’d decided her stay here in my home was temporary until more recently.

I wondered at the change, but took in the Italian flag she’d hung on the wall in the sitting room. She’d put pictures of Al and other family members from Italy on the side tables and figurines on the shelves.

In her room, she’d hung purple curtains and her linens and duvet were a candy cane pink. There were a couple of stuffed animals placed in front of what looked like a mountain of pillows. Yes, she was turning her little part of the compound into her home. It was nice to see, and I was happy she was comfortable enough to start unpacking the boxes I’d seen coming in from Italy.

“It looks nice in here,” I said, while she pulled out an overnight bag.

“Zietta Mia saw fit to nearly send me the entirety of the contents of my room back home. I’m grateful to have my things, though.”

“I take it your favorite color is pink?” I asked, grinning at her.

“Only in Zietta’s mind. I’m more partial to royal and dark purple.”

I nodded solemnly as if the choice was any better than pink.

“I know that look on your face,” Bianca said with a chuckle.

“What look?” I asked, still walking around the room, taking in more figurines, a collection of what looked to be miniature cabbage patch kids in every nationality there was. Mysterious bottles of moisturizers, hair products, and makeup were on a vanity lined up like regimented soldiers just waiting their turn to be called to battle.

She had a large chocolate stuffed puppy in the center of the dresser surrounded by a litter of smaller plush puppies in all different colors. She was a collector of things. The high shelves of the book shelf showed that as well as a complete set of DVDs of all the cartoon movies were displayed there.

Her books ranged from romance and horror novels to memoirs and true crimes. And even there, there were miniature photos, and nick knacks.

”Have you gotten an eye full of my room yet?” she asked from the side of the bed where she seemed to be watching me while I perused her room.

“Oh, I don’t know. I haven’t seen the bathroom yet,” I said, turning in that direction. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

“Oh, no you don’t,” she said, standing and grabbing one of my arms and pulling me toward her closet. “You’re supposed to be helping me pack, remember?”

“How could I forget your mission to make me spill my guts.”

“Maybe I’m all right to go along and be surprised now,” she said, while I looked over the clothes in her closet.

“Sure, you are,” I teased, as I pulled out a lovely aqua dress I figured Bianca never would have bought for herself.

My girl was a little more modest than this dress indicated, but I figured she’d wear it for me. The dress was slinky and sexy. It probably would fall mid thigh on Bianca. It looked like something Amara would have bought for her. I profusely thanked Amara in my mind as I folded the dress and put it in the tote Bianca intended to carry.

I saw something with lace and sheer fabric and my body grew hard. I looked away before I either embarrassed myself or undressed Bianca and made us considerably late for our flight out of the city.

“Hum, a dress,” she said, watching me as I went back to the closest to pull out a pair of dress slacks and a nice purple tunic style top and a pair of high heeled ankle boots that would go well with both the dress and slacks.

Then I saw a pair of slinky gold sandals that would go even better with the dress and added them to the bag. I assumed she’d packed her under garments and toiletries while I raided her closet.

“Don’t forget a bathing suit in case,” I said as I strategically left the room to pack my own bags. I’ll meet you downstairs in about ten minutes.

“Don’t you want me to help you?” she asked.

She stood in her doorway with a grin on her lovely face.

“Why would I want you to do that?” I asked walking back to the door to move in closer to her and pull her into my arms and thoroughly ravage her mouth.

Every time my lips touched hers, I felt as if I’d explode on the spot. It was as if I were a horny teenage boy all over again. every time my fingers and palms caressed those rounded hips and firm bottom, cupped her high tight breasts, or simply slid over her arms or sides. I wanted to unwrap her like a long-anticipated present.

“Go, get packed. I’ll see you in ten,” she said, pushing at my chest with one hand and fisting her other hand in my shirt to bring me back to her again and again for more kisses.

I was worried that at this rate, we’d be here in the doorway half the day, unable to let each other go when she finally stepped back and hurriedly closed the door in my face. Most men would have been a little annoyed at the gesture, but not me, I was delighted by her inability to keep her hands off me.

I went to my room and packed everything in a matter of minutes. I didn’t need help. I knew exactly where we were headed. I hoped she enjoyed my spontaneity. I wanted her to experience the finer things in life and since I could give them to her, I hoped she’d like them as I introduced her to private travel and spur-of-the-moment overnight trips to fine dining and five-star hotels.

When I got down stairs, she was waiting for me in the parlor just to the right of the foyer.

“Ready?” I asked, holding my hand out for hers.

She stood, walked to me, and trustingly put her hand in mine, and we were off to the airstrip on our way to an evening of enjoyment and dare I say a little romance.