Chapter Five

I woke up the next morning to a big white bag, a big pink Victoria Secret bag, and a small black bag on the dresser. On the back of the door of the room hung the smallest navy blue dress that had the smallest straps, an open back, and quite the flirty neckline.

The big white bag had countless soft fabric sundresses and maxi dresses. The VS bag had probably hundreds of thongs; lace, cotton, mesh. No bras though… The small black bag had makeup cover up for tattoos and a toothbrush. I pushed the black bag aside and went through the white one for a dress and the pink one for underwear. I found a dark green cotton dress that buttoned all the way down, with thin straps. It was so tight and the fabric was so thin you could see my figure perfectly. I had to find the strappiest of g strings to go underneath. I grabbed my new toothbrush and went to the bathroom to get ready.

A half hour later I was outside, turning the corner, finding Emiliano and Mario at the table on the deck. Emiliano looked at me in my new tight dress and I saw his jaw tighten. I sat in the chair next to Emiliano and started filling my plate up with Frittata Florentine and poured some espresso into my cup. Mario excused himself from the table and disappeared down the stairs.

“I see you got my gift.”

Emiliano said, facing me.

“I did yes, thank you. Noticed there weren’t any bras?”

Emiliano shook his head and took a sip of his espresso before saying,

“There’s no need.”

I looked at Emiliano with an amused look and asked,

“So you did like what you saw?”

I felt Emiliano’s hand rest on my leg and he asked,

“Did you put underwear on today?”

I bit my lower lip and spread my legs open a little bit and replied,

“Why don’t you find out?”

Emiliano’s eyes blazed open wide and he took a deep breath as he slowly ran his hand up my thigh. We both stared into each other's eyes as his hand inched closer and closer to my eager pussy. His fingers reached the fabric of my underwear and I let out a teasing moan.

We heard Mario’s steps return up the stairs and Emiliano jerked back into his chair, hands to himself. I ate my Florentine while Mario and Emiliano discussed business in Italian.

Apparently we’re going to a nightclub tonight for a meeting with the Spaniards. I guessed that’s where I’d be wearing my new blue dress. I finished my espresso and looked out at the sea. I couldn't stand another day of tanning. I got up and went down the stairs to the landing. I knew boats like these, there had to be a closet somewhere with the good stuff.

I started pressing on the siding of the boat when a closet door popped open. I looked inside and saw just what I was looking for: paddle boards and paddles. I grabbed a board and a paddle and headed to the back of the boat to the ledge. I set the paddle board down and turned to head back upstairs to get changed but Emiliano blocked my path.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He growled at me.

“I can't sit around in the sun another day Emiliano! How much tanner can I get?”

He came towards me and grabbed my wrist and dragged me away from the ledge.

“I have a lead on Anka, I need to leave the boat. I can’t have you out in the open sea while I’m gone.”

I looked at him with my teeth clenched and realized he was right. I took a deep breath and relaxed my body. Emiliano released my wrist and grabbed my hand and led me back to the front of the boat. The wide white couches returned along with the table in the shade.

Emiliano took a seat at the table and gestured to me to take the one next to him. The gesture made my stomach fly. I took the seat and stared at Emiliano. He had his hand in a fist holding his face as he looked out at the sea. He was beautiful. It was hard to believe I finally found him and, as my luck would have it, he belonged to another. My stomach sank and my head dropped down with it.

“What’s wrong, baby girl?”

Emiliano’s voice was smooth. And the sound of him calling me baby girl sent my heart into a spin, but I didn’t want to raise my head because he probably mistook me for her again and looking at him would only remind him I’m not his Anka. I just stood up and said,

“Guess I’ll go squeeze into another bikini.”

And headed towards the stairs. I didn’t hear Emiliano follow behind me so I continued on inside.

In the wardrobe, I looked for another string bikini. I found a black one and almost like a zombie on autopilot, I put on the bikini, grabbed a pair of sunglasses, grabbed the sunscreen from the bathroom, and went back outside.

As I headed down the stairs I could hear the helicopter start up and I felt sick. Emiliano was leaving to find his precious Anka. I reached the couch as the helicopter was starting to lift off the boat. I didn’t have the strength to put on a sexy lotion show so I just sunk into the couch face first. Since my front was way more burnt than my back, I figured we’d start there. I heard the helicopter levitate higher into the sky and drift away. I wanted to cry. Subconsciously I rubbed the rose tattoo on my forearm and thought of my dad. How I wish I could call him. I heard footsteps approaching me but I was too depressed to have my guard up.

“Don Emiliano wanted me to tell you to put on sunscreen.”

A small smile broke across my face and I sat up to apply the sunscreen. When Emiliano’s goon saw that I was being obedient, he stepped away and I went back to lying down on my stomach. What was I going to do?

I guess in all my stress, I fell asleep. The goon’s voice woke me up,

“Don Emiliano wants me to tell you to turn around or you’ll burn.”

I clenched my teeth then say,

“Enough of this!”

I got off the couch and went back up to the room. I put the sunglasses on the nightstand next to the bed and I lied down and passed out.