RUSSO EL MASSIMO
Perfect! Perfect, Russo!
I pulled off my tie and flung it to the floor before kicking the chair in front of me.
'Don't think with your dick, Russo'
Sunshine had said those words to me. She told me I think with my dick... Perfect!
To her, I was a sex starved, horny bastard. Just fucking perfect!
I groaned and sat in a chair, throwing my head back. She thought she had proffered two solutions to me wanting her? Having women over and fucking them to calm myself down? Had that helped for the past five years? Fucking no.
Getting a girlfriend and getting married was an even worse solution. I, Russo El Massimo was never going to get married. My relationships were limited to flings and that was how I intended it to be till I breathed my last.
'No sex, no romance, nothing else' those words repeated in my head.
At first, her speaking up had been turning me on and I had just wanted to really kiss her pretty mouth but then she had turned really serious about it. She looked mad at me and I could quite understand her. She could want me but didn't want anything to happen between us and maybe that was just the best.
I had to put a leash on myself from now on. I had to stop 'thinking with my dick' and I had to remember that I was her uncle and that her father would be 'disappointed in what was happening.'
My desire for her was my problem and not hers and it was high time I started dealing with that problem on my own, without troubling her beautiful life with it.
FOUR DAYS LATER.
ROSALINE
It had been four days already since I confronted Russo and spoke up to him about staying away from me. And it had been four days of peace and calmness.
For the past four days, Russo had been maintaining a distance from me. Our interactions had been mainly professional in the office and even when I arrived home, he simply asked how my day was and that was it. We barely talked about anything else. He didn't flirt with me and there was no physical touches for the past four days.
I was satisfied with how things had been for the past four days but was I really satisfied?
I flicked my hair to my right shoulder and moved the mouse, my sight fixated on the screen of my computer. I had been working for a couple of hours already and was feeling tired so I leaned back for a few seconds and stood up from my seat.
Perhaps getting something to eat really quick would help me feel better. With that thought in mind, I walked out of my office and walked the little distance to the elevator.
I had barely gotten in front of the elevator when the door opened and Russo was standing in there with his secretary behind him.
And oh, did I forget to mention that his secretary was clearly flirty with him? It was so obvious with the way she walked and talked around him. I did wonder if Russo was having sex with her though or if he was keeping her at arm's length.
Russo stepped out, along with his secretary.
"Good day sir" I greeted and he responded with just a slight nod of his head.
"Manager Rosa" his secretary smiled at me and I just smiled back at her.
I didn't step into the elevator immediately. Instead, I waited and watched him walk away, his flirty secretary walking after him with eager steps.
I let out a soft sigh as I watched his retreating figure until I finally moved into the elevator just before the door shut.
After clicking on the floor I was headed to, I leaned against the back of the elevator, not understanding what was going on with me anymore. I was supposed to be like really happy that Russo was now maintaining his distance and was being nothing more than a boss and an uncle but yet I didn't think I was that happy.
"Fuck me" I cursed at myself and banged my head gently against the elevator wall.
Something was definitely wrong with me because if something wasn't wrong with me, I would not be regretting talking to him in the meeting room four days ago. A part of me wanted him to pull me close and kiss me breathless the moment I stepped into the living room. That part of me wanted him to do things to me, wanted him to...
"Aaargh!" I hit myself in the head to stop the thoughts. Could I just reason a little bit more like a proper human and not some sex starved animal?
The elevator stopped and I stepped out of it, now wondering if Russo ever wanted to actually have sex with me at all.
Yeah, I know he touched me and I know he had wanted me to touch him too but I could not help but doubt if he really wanted me now because he seems so okay with the way things are now.
And yes, I was glad he was listening to me and staying away but still, he seemed way too cool with it like he didn't care if he fucked me or fucked some other women. He just went by his business like every other day and it wasn't a facade of being fine, a facade could never be that perfect. He was really super fine and didn't care one tiny bit!
I had accused him of thinking with his dick but sometimes now, I wonder if I am starting to think with my pussy.
"Too complicated. Way too complicated" I groaned but then I assured myself that I was going to feel much better in a couple more days. I was acting and thinking on the memories I had and as soon as time chisels away those memories, I would be fully satisfied with the current state of our relationship.
A few days more and I would have nearly forgotten that anything ever happened.