ROSALINE
My gaze was still on Russo for saying those words with a tone tone that gave off the opposite vibes when I heard a familiar voice behind me.
"Rosa?" It was Rick's voice. I turned my back and saw him behind me.
"Rick" I got up on my feet, a bit surprised that he was here so early in the morning.
"What are you doing here so early?" I questioned, walking over to him.
"I have been calling you but you haven't been picking up my calls. You got me worried sick" he glanced behind me at Russo and then looked at me.
"Oh, that's my Uncle, Russo El Massimo. You should recognise him already. C'mon, I'll do the introduction" I grabbed Rick by the wrist and led him to the table.
"Russo, this is Rick, my best friend of years now. You have probably seen him once or twice before you left" I introduced.
"I don't know him and the only question I have right now is not who he is but how he walked in here" Russo was exuding a dark aura, something he usually suppressed whenever I was there with him but I guess that had changed over the last five years. I was no longer a kid anyways so he didn't have to act all kind and nice in front of me, I guess.
"Uhm, like I said, he is my best friend and he visits here frequently so the guards already knows him pretty well and don't bother stopping him from coming in."
"In other words, this guy has unrestricted access to this place without my permission?" Russo asked.
"Russo" I called with a small frown on my face.
He turned his gaze from me to Rick.
"I have heard a lot about you sir." Rick said almost awkwardly as Russo's gaze remained on him.
I tightened my grip on Rick's hand and stepped back.
"I am leaving with Rick for now." I said and had barely turned when Russo's voice stopped me.
"Caramia."
"Get seated back. And you, Reed...
"Rick" I groaned.
"Whatever his name is, go wait for her in the living room" his voice was hard as well as his expression on that goddamn handsome face of his.
Why was I noting that out now?!
"Alright" Rick gave in, pressing his lips into a thin line before retreating.
With a sigh, I sat back into the chair and glanced at his fingers tapping at the table. Those fingers had touched me last night and Russo had whispered to me to cum on those fingers.
I pressed my thighs close immediately to stop the throbbing that had arose from the mere recalling of that memory. What the hell was wrong with me getting faintly aroused from just seeing his fingers?
I grabbed my cutleries and began eating, very slowly.
"Is he your boyfriend? The Rick?" Russo asked in such a condescending tone.
"If he was my boyfriend, I would introduce him as my boyfriend, Russo. He is my best friend and that is what he is to me."
"And don't try too hard to pry into my life. You have been gone for five years, it will be a bit weird. Also, I am done eating" I dropped my cutleries.
He was staring at me, not glaring and his expression wasn't hard either. He just looked calm and relaxed.
I got up and walked away from the dinning room to the living room where Rick was waiting for me.
"I am absolutely sorry about his attitude. I don't know him that much anymore" I apologized as I plopped down to the couch beside Rick.
"He seems... Interesting" Rick shrugged his shoulders slightly.
"Interesting? In what way?" I asked.
"I... I don't know" he chuckled and then turned to face me fully.
He looked at me for a few seconds before cupping my face in his hands and looking at me carefully.
"Are you okay? I... I mean last night" he mumbled and my brows furrowed.
"What do you mean about last night?" I asked.
"Tim and Melinda... They told me they added something in your drink. They said they did it as a joke and I only found out hours after you had left. They wanted you to hook up with someone and get active in your sexual life or something? I know that was stupid of them. Insanely stupid..."
"Heavens! I am going to pulp their brains!" I cut Rick off.
Everything that happened last night was because of Tim and Melinda's dirty tricks.
"If I ever wanted an active sexual life, I would do that in my right senses. Not when I am under the influence of some weird drug!"I groaned.
"How did you do it last night?" Rick asked, very quietly.
"Do... Do what?" I asked.
"Get off? It must have been hard for you in that state. Did you get some random guy and hooked up with..."
"No, I didn't!" I cut him off sharply, feeling my heart beating hard and my face flushing.
No, it wasn't some random guy. It would have been better if it was a random guy that I would never see again but it was fucking Russo! It was Russo who had held me down last night and rubbed my clit, he was the one who touched my pussy and spanked my pussy making me cum on his hands like a little, good slut.
He was the one whose words pushed me over the edge. He was the one I had lost control for and called daddy. A kink of mine that I had promised myself I would never expose to anyone. It was Russo, not some random guy.
I let out a soft breath, feeling the horniness creeping onto me from the thoughts of last night. Perhaps the drugs effect had not entirely worn out yet?
"So you did it all yourself?" Rick asked.
"Yes, I did. And drop the matter, it's making me awkward having to tell you I did that" I looked away from him and threw my head back, acting nonchalant.
"Shit, that's right. I wasn't thinking too straight but you don't have to feel awkward, everyone does that every now and then" Rick replied and my mind thought to Russo.
I had felt his hard on last night but that was all. He did not let out his cock or attempt to cum in front of me. He had left after relieving me. Did he also go into his room to jerk himself off?
I shut my eyes to shake away the thoughts but instead, an image of Russo jerking off his cock and breathing hard popped into my head.
"Oh shit! I am going crazy!" I hit myself on the head and opened my eyes.
"What's wrong?" Rick asked and I just shrugged.
"Nothing" I said nothing but I was now pressing my thighs together to halt whatever was going on with my pussy.
"Are you sure? You are all flushed up. Are the effects of the drugs totally gone?" He asked.
"I will be fine" I got up on my feet and he suddenly grabbed my hand.
"If... If you need help..."
No, not another help from anyone or anywhere.
"What are you talking about?" I laughed it off and he took his hands off mine.
"Nothing, nothing" he let out a nervous chuckle and I walked away, running a hand through my hair as I did so.
I walked up the stairs that led up to my room and was almost at my room when I saw Russo. He was standing outside of the his own room, making a call.
His gaze immediately rested on me and I suddenly felt glued to the spot. He was still talking over the phone, muttering some Italian words and then switching back to English.
And so, I stood there, watching him speak over the phone. He was wearing a black shirt and black trousers. The black shirt had its sleeves rolled back and I could see his veiny hands and the a bit of the tattoos he had on his arms.
Fuck! Russo was a walking greek god. But I... I should not be seeing him as such.
He ended the call and tucked the phone into his pocket.
"Caramia" he called, reminding me of when he called me that and asked me to cum for him.
Heavens! Please can I use a pill that would make me lose the memory of last night?
"Yes?"
"Your friend?"
"Should be gone"
"Should?" He squinted his brows.
"Rick is close to me. He can stay for a bit longer if he wishes to" I mumbled.
"Fine. As you want" he dug his hands into his back pockets and brought out a black card.
"You're starting work tomorrow" he grabbed my hand and dropped it in.
"I have enough money, Russo"
"Oh, Sunshine. Money is never enough. And there..." He reached his hand to my lips and wiped my lower lip with his thumb.
What the hell was wrong with him?! And what the hell was wrong with my body too?!
If I wasn't wearing a bra, my nipples would be poking hard right now through the dress I was wearing.
"You had something on your lip" he said.
"You could have just told me that. You... Don't go around touching me" I said, hoping I didn't appear as flustered as I was.
I turned towards my room, walked in and shut the door behind me.
'Rosaline!'
I pulled my dress up and felt my panties with my hands. Wet. I was soaking wet and it was because of him. Because of Russo! What the hell was going on with me?