Dipping Into Sin (a BWWM Alpha Male Romance) (8 page)

Simone:
Can you meet me in an hour in front of Columbia University?

Andriano
:
Bella mia
, meet me in front of The Pierre Towers on East 61
st
at 4PM?

Simone
: No, I’m going to be busy at that time. But, I can drop it off tomorrow before 10AM.

F
eeling jealousy seep through my pores, I looked over her text again before responding. I had to collect my thoughts and pace the room to avoid driving over to her campus, walking into her dorm building, and doing what the law would consider kidnapping. Although it was noon, Chef Reed needed at least two hours to prepare a meal. I have to convince her to come over by any means necessary.

Andriano
: I’m not free tomorrow. I have to oversee a project here at The Pierre Towers. You can drop the money off at 2:00.

Simone
: Is Jacob ok?

Andriano
: Come over, and I will tell you what happened to him. Ciao
bella mia
.

Simone
: No, and please stop calling me “my beautiful.”

Andriano
: Parli Italiano?

Simone
: I took it in high school. I only remember a few words. What happened to him?

Andriano
: I will have to refresh your memory sometime
bella mia
. Can you please come over at 2:00? I’ll leave you alone for good, as soon as you drop off the money.

Simone
: Fine, I’ll see you at 2:00.

The ringing of the doorbell broke my attention away from the text message that I sent. I knew that lying to her was the only way that she would agree to meet me. Opening the door, I let Chef Reed come inside and retreated back into my room to take a shower. After showering, I glanced at the electronic clock plastered on the wall.
Fuck, I only have 20 minutes to get dressed
.

The custom-made walk-in closet appeared after I pressed the button to slide the wall that led into my private room. I chose to wear black slacks, a black cashmere shirt, and all black Jimmy Choo dress shoes. Keeping the jewelry light, I put on my thin yellow diamond rope chain and yellow diamond laced Rolex watch. Lightly spraying some cologne as a finishing touch, I looked at myself in the mirror before heading into my office. Turning on the large computer screen, I typed my passcode and completed a fingerprint scan before I accessed The Pierre Tower’s entrance and outside cameras.

I observed her,
bella mia
, through the video image. She was on the phone, pacing back and forth with what appeared to be a fiery conversation based on her vivacious arm movement, the shaking of her head, and her overall body language. Looking down at my phone, I saw that it was five minutes to 2 o’clock. I became numb as I thought about how inoperable this woman made me feel. I never before had to do anything to get a woman’s attention; yet, she was different. She wore cool grey sweatpants, white Nike sneakers, and a black waist length jacket with a matching cool grey hoodie underneath. She left her long tresses out as the wind blew through her thick strands. She looked incredibly sexy, as much as she had probably attempted to downplay her look. Anything that she puts on her body only hugs her sexy frame, with her ass and hips poking out.

She ended her conversation and called me at exactly 2 o’clock. Instead of answering, I paged the doorman, Earl, to tell her to go up to the penthouse. She seemed apprehensive at first, as she decided to call me two more times and sent a text message to me before she entered the lobby. I watched her every move, through the lobby cameras, as she put her hand in her jacket pocket and withdrew a silver object while Earl was not looking. She held it against her side and casually slid it up her sleeve midway. As she entered the second set of glass doors, I sent her a text to allow Earl to bring her up to the penthouse. After tipping Earl generously, Simone fidgeted with the object in her sleeve.

“Please come inside,” I said, as I moved to the side for her to walk through. She stood still and shook her head slightly, as she scrambled to look in her black bag. She pulled out a check and held it in my direction.

“Um…here is the check,” she said nervously.

Looking down at her hand, I envisioned her fingers wrapped around something other than a check. Bringing my eyes back to her face, I stared at her sexy lips that yearned to be tugged on, in between kissing her.

“Come inside. You could put your knife away, too,” I said, as I walked away from the door and headed towards the kitchen to check on the progress of our food. Chef Reed was my only friend outside of La Cosa Nostra, and he became my personal chef. We met when I first came back from Italy six years ago. Although Reed was older than me by four years, we quickly bonded.

Reed was an undiscovered genius when it came to cooking, and he was the most honest and down to earth person that I had ever met. He never tried to pry his way into my business. He was never judgmental, and he never raised his eyebrows at even the most suspicious things that occurred over the years. Reed had taught me something that I would forever value:
humanity
. Although Reed was shielded from my lifestyle, we became business partners. When Reed developed a plan to open a restaurant, I became a silent partner under another alias name and funded the exclusive upscale restaurant.

Reed traveled all over the world in order to master the art of preparing the multi-ethnic cuisine. Even though during the week I ate at different restaurants with my associates, Chef Reed came on Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. He prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Sunday was reserved for my family dinners in New Jersey at my parent’s house. Light footsteps trailed into the kitchen as Chef Reed and I both looked up at my
bella mia
.

“Do you like French cuisine?” I asked her as I sat on top of one of the counters in my massive state of the art kitchen.

“I’ve never had the privilege of eating French food. Here is your check,” she said, as she tensely walked towards me with her arm stretched forward.

“Simone Sinn, I would like you to meet my friend, Chef Reed. He has prepared our meal for us in the limited time frame that you gave him,” I said, as I hopped off the counter and ignored her.

“It is nice to meet you,” said Chef Reed, as he looked up and gave Simone a warm smile. “I hope that you enjoy these dishes that Andriano and I picked out.”

H
ow the hell did this man get me to sit down in front of a plate and allow Chef Reed to serve us our first dish?
I thought.

“You look beautiful today,” Andriano said, as he stared at me from across the wide marble island. The island was set up for two, with square plates accented with silver rims, steel utensils, two wine glasses, and two bottles of white wine.

Scoffing, I diverted my attention to Chef Reed, a pleasantly short handsome African American man who had a bionic prosthetic arm and hand attached to his left shoulder. I was amazed at how masterfully he prepared all of the meals, despite his handicap. He was the only reason why I was sitting down and awaiting our food. Grabbing my phone, I sent a quick text to Victoria, letting her know that I wouldn’t be able to go out tonight. She sent a sad face and asked why.

Clearing his throat, Andriano stared boldly at me before saying, “I hope that you canceled your plans, because Chef Reed has many dishes for us to try.”

Reaching in my sweater pocket, I pulled out the folded check and slid it across the island and left it along the side of his plate. “Thank you, but no thank you,” I said before leaning back and placing both of my hands on my lap. Ignoring the check, Andriano’s transparent eyes never wavered as he lustfully watched my every move. A look that was all too familiar…
he wanted me
.

Inhaling sharply, I started to get up, but quietly sat back down when Chef Reed presented us with the first dish. Chef Reed explained the first dish, but I failed to listen to anything that he said as my eyes feasted on the exquisite arrangement that exuded a mouth-watering aroma.

My first bite of food filled my mouth with delicious flavors that I was not accustomed to. Chef Reed bought out three different dishes before he presented us with our entrées and left the loft after I thanked him profusely for cooking. By that time, we were working on our second bottle of white wine, and I was more relaxed as I conversed with Andriano.

“I bet that your family is proud that you are going into medicine,” he said, with a gleam of pride in his own eyes.

“My grandmother is. I’m not sure how my mother or stepfather feel about it,” I responded quietly. “What happened to Jacob?” I asked, not wanting to beat around the bush any longer.

“He’s still breathing, for now. What does your family do?” he asked smoothly.

“How can you sit there and have no remorse for what you did to him?” I asked, ignoring his question. “That was a cowardly act to attack him like that. He was only trying to protect me,” I explained.

Andriano’s face became tense as if I had struck a nerve with my comment. He dropped his utensils and sat back, as his tense muscles flexed. His ears became red, as his furrowed eyebrows reflected the anger that was taking over all the features on his face. His eyes were intermittently blinking, and they became dark and gloomy. After a few minutes of silence, he casually said, “He’s been compensated. You need to move on.” He took a sip of his wine and finally relaxed. A few seconds later, his eyes reverted back to their original color.

“What do your parents do?” he asked, repeating the same question that he had asked earlier.

“My mother is a home health aide, and my stepfather is a handyman. What about your family?” I asked, in hopes of changing the subject.

“We are in the contracting business,” he said simply without blinking.

“You must be successful if you own a nightclub and a restaurant, and if you live in this place,” I said, as I diverted my attention to the features in the large kitchen.

“Why New York?” he asked curtly, as he reversed the subject to be back on me.

“Um…I…ah—got a scholarship to my first choice for college,” I said, although there was more to the answer. I had received a full scholarship at my state school too, but I needed to escape. I couldn’t remain under the same roof with my mother and stepfather. They were both suffocating in their own right, and I knew that there had to be a better life outside of our little apartment. In essence, I was running away from the woman that my mom had become. I was searching for a better role model of womanhood.

“
Bella mia
…” he said softly.

Snapping out of my thoughts, I looked up at him. “Huh? I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Tell me some more about yourself,” he said, as his lips formed a slight smile that revealed bright white teeth.

“Can I ask you something?” I asked.

Leaning forward and resting his elbows on the surface, he said, “Ask me anything.”

“How did you get my cell phone number and my bank account number? And, please, don’t lie to me,” I said, as I adjusted myself on the seat to prepare for the whirlwind answer that I was sure to get.

His confidence never wavered, as he answered laconically, “Your cell phone.”

“My cell phone? How does that explain how you retrieved my information?” I asked as I leaned forward.

“I got all that I needed to know from your cell phone,” he said, before putting a forkful of food into his mouth.

“And?” I asked, assuming that there was more to the answer.

“And what?” he simply asked.

“How did you get my phone number and account number?”

“The night of the Christmas party, I went back upstairs to look for you. I went into your room and saw your cell phone charging on the nightstand,” he said. Then he paused before he continued. “You know, you should really put a password on your phone,” he said confidently, with a smirk on his sexy pink lips.

Standing up, I proceeded to walk away, furious that my privacy had been invaded. I grabbed my coat and bag and headed towards the front door. Feeling a tug on my hand, my body turned around and was overpowered by Andriano’s solid masterpiece build. He pressed my back against the wall and invaded my mouth with his vigorous kisses. The moment his juicy tongue slid in between my lips was the moment that I knew that I was trapped.
I’m addicted
, I wanted to confess when he allowed me to briefly suck in some air before he relentlessly attacked my mouth again. My bag hit the floor with a slight thud, as I grabbed a fistful of the front of his shirt.

Dropping kisses along my chin and down my neck, he wrapped his hands around my waist and jerked my hips forward to feel his erected length. I moaned with diminishing resistance.

“Let me hear you moan again,
bella mia
,” he demanded in a semi-hoarse whisper, as he lifted me up and carried me in an unknown direction.

“No more interruptions,” he peremptory said, as we entered his large room with an all-black and grey color scheme. The walls were the same shade as his now murky grey eyes. He sat on his bed upright, as he forcibly cradled my body to straddle his waist. He pulled his black shirt over his head before he got started on unzipping the front of my hoodie—followed by my white t-shirt. His gaze lingered on my black bra-covered breasts. With a change in his breathing, he wrapped his arms around and unclasped the hooks of my bra. Tossing my bra across the room, he began running his warm fingertips along my back before he allowed the palm of his hands to glide over my back. Placing my trembling hand on his cheek, a flash of unusual emotion appeared in his eyes and left quickly. His hands tenderly roamed over my shoulder and neck—and through my scalp—tugging slightly on my strands, as his other hand pushed me towards his front. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I held him closely, as he kissed the length of my collarbone. Sliding my hands down the length of his back, I exhaled softly.

With quick movements, he flipped me onto my back and left a trail of kisses down my collarbone before his mouth gripped my nipple—sucking tenderly, as my fingers made their way through his hair.

“Why do you…do you…keep doing—ahh ooh my,” I moaned, as he pushed his hands down my pants to cup my yearning wet mound.

He kneeled on his knees and made haste to remove my shoes and sweats. He leaned over, opened his nightstand drawer, and pulled out a condom. He stood up, removed his pants, and encased his shaft with the condom. Climbing back into the bed, he sunk in between my thighs and slid his long thickness inside my wet waiting pussy with one smooth thrust, filling my pussy up with his massive cock. His hard torso pushed my legs to spread wider than I thought was possible, as his hands gripped my shaking thighs. Releasing his hold on my thighs, his hands collided with my hands as he held on to each, pressing them against his mattress. Biting my bottom lip, I welcomed his invasion.

“Ohhh—aahh fuck,” he groaned aloud, between thrusts in and out of my slickness.