Episode 56

Ashley's POV.
One of the things I never thought would happen to me in this life was ever meeting someone like Riccardo Marcello and falling in love with him regardless of whom he painted himself out to be from the beginning. And what I definitely didn't think would ever happen was him ever feeling the same way back.
But as I sat there watching him move in closer to me, I had conflicted feelings. I lowered my gaze to his sensual lips, his manly cologne stinging my nostrils. I wanted to reach his bare body and touch it, feel it and melt inside them. I longed to feel his lips on mine, feel his hands against my body. I was suddenly filled up with an unsettling feeling, my heart bounding loudly against my ribcage.
What felt like forever finally happened when his lips met mine, slowly pulling me closer into him. The way his lips moved perfectly against mine was head spinning. His lips still wrapped with mine, he slowly lifted himself up to his knees, one hand travelling up to my face to caress gently.
I couldn't stop myself anymore. I let him into the depths of my mouth and he lashed with his tongue, running my hand through his strong arm as they held my waist. I kissed back hungrily and him demandingly. I seemed to forget about everything around us, we both did and the next think that happened, he was picking me up and pushing me back against the soft bed. In another second, he's lying atop of me, claiming my lips again.
I suppressed a moan as his fingers trailed magically along my stomach. I dug my hands on his silky hair. They felt so right against my fingers. Soon we became a mess of gasps as he left my lips and I tried to breathe, his lips only leaving mine to trail wet kisses along my jaw and neck.
He was driving me wild and I wanted more. I wanted him to make love to me, wanted him to make me feel like a woman, wanted him to ride on this mystical ecstasy with me.
Just when his lips started to trail down my clothed chest, my phone started ringing from my bad. Shoot!
He stops kissing me to look at me and I watched him back intensely, trying hard to control my breathing while the sound of my phone ringing on the background filled the room.
"I. . . . I'm sorry. . . ." He stammered as he watched me, a bit of regret in his eyes. It broke my heart. Had I led this on?
I shook my head disapprovingly before pushing him aside and running to my phone's aid. Once I grabbed hold of it I ran into the bathroom and picked it without caring to check who it was. This caller just saved me a whole lot of embarrassment.
"Hello?"
"Ashley"
"Katie! Thank you so much for calling!" I whisper-screamed into the phone.
"Really? Wait. . . . Why are you breathing like that? Did something happen or . . . . . . Oh shit! Ashley! Oh my God, were you having what I think you were having with your boss?!"
"Sshh, quiet down, Katie. " I tried to speak but she went on screaming on the background and I just held my face, staring at my pitiful reflection on the large mirror. Katie would be the death of me. Afterwards,I had no choice but to tell her everything. She literally made me say everything there was to say.
After the calling session, I stared back at my reflection, Wondering how I was gonna face him again. Well I also couldn't live in this bathroom forever. After counting one to ten in five rows, I walked out. Ric was gone. As much as that hurt, I was also glad. I decided to just get dressed and go to bed without stirring up anymore trouble. I can't believe he regrets kissing me or making out with me. What's there to be sorry about?
I stepped into the walk-in closet to find Ric standing next to a clothes rack, his arms folded, his eyes fixed on the door. I looked down immediately. And I wanted to get changed.
"Ashley" he called, walking closer to me.
I suddenly felt so angry. Who did he think he was doing whatever he pleases whenever he wanted? I spun around to face him as he stopped before me.
"Why do you keep doing hat, Ric?" I asked.
He gives me a confused look and said " what are you talking about?"
"Why did you kiss me?"
"Because I wanted to," he replied.
"Why were you sorry then? If you wanted to kiss me and did kissed me, why do you have to be sorry?"
Things started getting real cause the smile on his lips started fading away.
"Because, Ashley, I didn't wanna upset you. It's obvious you don't feel anything for me, what I feel for you is unreturned," what? " The first time I kissed you, it was all I wanted and the second time? You had no idea how badly I wanted to hold you in my arms and taste those lips, drench in them but I'm always holding myself back because I didn't want you to hate me anymore than you already did and also why I keep stopping myself," he sighs loudly and slowly teched to take my hands into his bigger ones "Ashley, I know that I've been an asshole to you all these times and I'm completely sorry about that. Shit, Ashley, what you want me to say? That I love you? That I confess my feelings to you before you believe that I'm not as bad as I painted myself out to be?. . . . . "
He continued to talk and I continued to stair at him. He . . . . . Liked me? Mr Riccardo Marcello liked me? I felt the air knocked out of my lungs for a moment and I fought for air.
"I'm sorry that I kiss you without your consents and that I feel too proud to admit to my feelings for you. I just. . . . . . "
I found myself wrapping myself against him, shutting him up as I hugged him tight. I didn't know why I did it but it suddenly felt so right.
"I'm. . . . Sorry Ashley" he whispered into my ear.
"I'm sorry too" I replied with a smile on my lips.
When I pulled back, he had a long smile on his lips, teasing me.
"I'm glad you don't hate me anymore" I smiled " sure you don't have any appetite for the sushi anymore right?"
"Nah" I shook my head.
"I'll call the room service then"
I watched him walk out, feeling a strange excitement inside me. I felt a whole lot better than I'd actually felt a few minutes ago. I changed into my silky night gown before taking my side on the bed.
When Ric finally joined me, I was halfway asleep but I did feel the bed deepen beside me and felt even the warmth of his body regardless of the small distance between us. I dozed while ignoring the aching wetness between my legs. If Ric felt the same way and still slept well then he was a smooth and patient gentleman. I probably slept with a smile on my lips.
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I woke up with a smooth sensation all over me. I peeled my eyes open to meet an empty space beside me on the bed. Where was Ric? The sun was out and the room was brightly lit. I turned to the other side to step off the bed when my eyes met a piece of paper with a writing scribbled in black ink on it. I picked it up and peered into it.
Message : good morning, beautiful. I got a little something waiting for you in the closet. You might also wanna meet me in front of the glass house. I want to show you something.
The smile easily crossed my lips. I bit on my lower lip as I read the message again. I walked into the closet and found a long black moll bag seated on top of the dresser table.
Takes her to eat, professes love.!!!