Claiming Olivia II (2 page)

And there we sat. Two former lovers, laughing like nothing had ever happened. We laughed like there was not a care in the world, like there wasn’t another man that wanted my heart or like I hadn’t almost died to be with him.

I
soon found myself becoming serious as those thoughts echoed throughout my mind and I sent the picture to Cassidy with a simple caption.
SPAIN. ITALY NEXT.

“Something wrong, Livie? You look so serious all of a sudden,” Alejo remarked.

“No. Not really,” I replied, tossing my phone back into my purse. “I just miss Cassidy is all. I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“How come?”

“Didn’t you know? Cassidy Mendez is like Super Girl! She’s always off to explore and save the world,” I said leaning back in my chair thoughtfully. “I wish I was more like her honestly. Sometimes it seems like she’s trying to save the world and I’m trying to destroy it. It’s weird, but I guess it works.”

Grabbing my glass of wine, I sat there silently until I finished it. Alejandro was quiet too, looking out the window as the sun kept descending over the horizon. I wanted to ask him what he was thinking, but I wasn’t sure if I exactly cared enough to want to know.

“I would think speaking of Cassidy would make you happy and not sad,” he said, still gazing out the window.

“I’m never sad when I think of her. It just doesn’t feel right to be here again without her,” I replied with a shrug.  “Anyway, why Italy?”

Alejo turned his attention back to me and smiled, “Because I haven’t been there in a while. Have you ever visited Italy?”

“Nope.”

“Then it’s an even better reason,” he replied cheerfully.

Before I had a chance to ask another
no, but really why Italy?
question, the waitress returned with our food. I grabbed my fork and knife and cut a tender piece of fish off. I stabbed it with the fork and placed it curiously into my mouth. I still wasn’t sure what he had ordered now other than it was fish, but the flavors were like nothing I had ever tasted before and I was pleasantly surprised.

“¿Es bueno?” he asked with a smile.  I nodded and took another bite.

“Super bueno,” I replied putting my fork down. I sipped some wine while he laughed and smiled into my glass. “What about you, Alejandro?” I asked after I set my glass down. “Are you bueno?”

“I like to think I am,” he replied softly.

Unfortunately all I can think of when I see you is almost dying,
I thought glumly to myself.

“I’ll never ask you to choose me, Olivia. Especially after what happened. But I will tell you that I would be the happiest man in the world, if you found something about me that you could love. Something about me that would make you want to be with me forever,” he said, reaching across the table and taking my hand.

I sighed deeply and leaned forward on the table, cupping my chin in my hand. I looked at Alejandro who had gone back to eating and drinking wine. I wanted him to look at me but he didn’t; it seemed like his mission was to avoid eye contact until I said something.

“So, where in Italy are we going?” I finally asked to break the uncomfortable (for me anyway) silence.

“It’s a surprise,” he replied with a smile. I was quickly becoming frustrated because he still didn’t look up.

“Alejandro?” I asked.

“Hm?”

I dropped my hand and crossed my arms on the table. He still didn’t look up, instead “hm’d” me into his damn plate.

“Alejandro?!”

“Yes?”

I’m going to throw his plate out the window if he doesn’t look up,
I thought irritably. After waiting a few more seconds I pushed my chair back and got to my feet. I figured maybe wandering off to the bathroom, wherever the hell that was, might snap him out of his “don’t look at Olivia” game.

As I walked away from the table, I shook my head because he didn’t react. He kept eating and drinking like I hadn’t even left, although I could’ve sworn I heard him chuckle. It took me a few laps around the restaurant before I found the restrooms and I pushed the doors open with a frustrated grunt. I went over to the sink and looked at myself in the mirror.

“Why am I even here?” I asked myself quietly.

I turned on the faucets and leaned into the sink to splash water onto my face. I heard the door open and close and I rolled my eyes as I splashed more water onto my face. I couldn’t even get a moment alone to think about things.

I reached an arm over toward the hand towel dispenser and ripped a piece off to dry my face with.

I crumbled the damp paper towel in my hand tossed it into the hole between the two sinks. Shaking off my annoyance, I looked up into the mirror to make sure I was still presentable when I jumped. Alejandro was standing behind me smiling at my reflection.

“Shh...” he said putting a finger to his lips.

He turned me around to face him and lifted me up onto the cold, hard ceramic. His smile widened slightly as he reached down and pulled my pants and panties off.

“What if someone comes in?” I asked nervously.

“Then we’ll get thrown out,” he replied simply as he unzipped his pants and let them fall down to his ankles.

“But what if –”

“No more questions, Olivia,” he said quietly as he pulled me closer to the edge of the sink. “Hold on tight, Princesa.”

He pushed into me.

Even though I knew it was going to happen and should have expected it, it still shocked me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he pulled out and smirked.

“What the hell?” I asked in a semi euphoric frustration. “Why did you stop?”

“Maybe I want to ask questions now,” Alejo said with a playful grin.

“Fuck that,” I grunted. I pulled his face toward mine and kissed him roughly, using one hand to guide him back inside of me.

“Fuck that,” I grunted. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face toward mine to kiss him roughly, using my free hand to guide him back inside of me. I couldn’t help the low sigh of contentment that slipped from my lips into his mouth.

I closed my eyes and let all of the feelings of being with him again, take over me. I moaned quietly as Alejo moved in and out of me slowly and steadily, but with a heavenly force that I had missed during our time apart. It had been over a year since I last had sex, so even though he was hardly being rough, it still hurt more than it would at any other time he filled me to the max.

But the feeling of his smooth, thick, amazing cock moving in and out of me was something my body wanted badly, so I bit back the pain and wrapped my legs around him as I swiveled my own hips back and forth to meet his as he slammed into me.

“More,” I gasped, stars beginning to form behind my closed lids as my body climbed higher and higher, closer to climax than I’d been in forever.

Shortly after the tremors of my release began take over, he tipped over the edge into his own much needed orgasm, leaving me in the cold and without my own release.

He immediately removed his cock from my swollen and needy pussy once he regained his full functionality. I felt his hands on my legs as he pried my vice grip off of him and he picked me up off of the sink and stood me upright on wobbly legs and shaky feet.

Alejandro reached for some paper towels and dampened them with some water and cleaned me off of him. He pulled his underwear and pants back up, zipping himself up and checking himself out in the mirror before he winked at my reflection and walked out of the bathroom.

While I stood there, naked from the waist down, with desire starting to trickle down my thigh, and in complete and utter disbelief at the fact that he just
stopped.

In a sudden fit of anger, I grabbed some towels, cleaned myself up, and got dressed. I walked out of the bathroom on shaky legs and went back to our table. I plunked down in the seat across from him as he drank his wine, avoiding my eyes with an amused smile on his face.  Too bad that he didn’t glance up because he missed the flames that I sent his way with my eyes.

“What the hell was that?” I hissed at him, crossing my arms over my chest.

He set his wine glass down and looked at me, the smile getting a little bigger and grating on my nerves just a little harder.

“You seemed distant and upset for a moment. I just wanted to make sure I still had your attention,” he said.

“So, you sort of fuck me to get my attention? And leave me hanging?” I asked incredulously. Did some of Mitchell’s dick wad personality rub off on him while we were in the States?

“It worked though didn’t it? I have your full attention now. You’re still upset I see, but once we get to Italy, everything will be as it should be. I can deal with your sour expression for now,” he replied with a laugh.

I pushed my half full plate toward the edge of the table. I knew I was behaving like a brat, but so was he. Playing some dumb game to make sure he still had my attention? How was that even acceptable?

The waitress came over and grabbed my plate. She looked at Alejo and they said something to each other that I didn’t understand. I reached for my purse and fished around looking for my cigarettes. I wasn’t sure if I could smoke inside this restaurant, but it was so pretty that I wouldn’t want to even if I could.

“I’m gonna go outside,” I said to him, holding up my pack.

“Take your belongings with you. She’s bringing the check, so I’ll probably have that paid for before you come back in anyway,” he said cheerfully.

I nodded and pushed my chair in. I walked out of the restaurant, avoiding Alejandro’s eyes as I tried to find the lighter that I knew had to be hiding in there somewhere. I found it once I stepped out into the pretty night and walked down the slight hill of a street that the restaurant sat on until I reached the bottom and I sat down. I put my cigarette in my mouth and lit, inhaling deeply and feeling somewhat peaceful in that alone moment.

Maybe I should just ditch him and wander around Europe for the rest of my life,
I thought to myself as I let a cloud of smoke out.
Maybe it would do me some good to be alone for a while.

As I sat lost in my thoughts of a possible happily alone ever after, the sun finally set leaving me in the darkness and solitude of the moon with no stars. And as I looked up and wondered why the moon was so alone when it finally had a chance to shine, I knew that I’d never truly be happy spending my life by myself.

My ever after was supposed to be with Mitchell and it would’ve been if I hadn’t gone to Spain. I wouldn’t be sitting here in a somewhat poetic confusion and I’d push through everything that came at me with him. I would endure; not because I would have to, but because he saved me once and because I did love him. Even if he didn’t love me anymore, which was something I often wondered about. But that was also the reason I had come to Spain with Cassidy. I wanted to see if there was anything else out in the world for me and in the form of Alejandro, there was.

I chuckled thoughtfully to myself as I pulled out my cell phone and found the camera. With my cigarette hanging out of the side of my mouth it was hard not to get a smoke train in the picture so to speak, but when I finally was able to get a good shot, I figured the smoke wouldn’t mean much.

I looked at the picture and rolled my eyes when I saw that it was mostly a dark shot. I glanced over my shoulder and then back up at the sky and had an awesome idea. Throwing my cigarette onto the floor and stomping out, I turned, jogged back up the small hill, and stood in front of the restaurant. This way I’d be able to catch the city lights in the picture as well and it would look like what something never seen before.

I examined the picture I took and smiled. I used the share option on my phone to open my contacts and when I found who I was looking for, sent the picture with the caption:

How bad ass is this?

I waited a few moments, but no response came. I chalked it up to the time difference and put my phone back into my purse with a smile.

“Ready?”

I glanced at the entrance of the restaurant and grinned at Alejandro. My mood was so much better in those few moments that I had to myself.

“Yeah, let’s go to Italy!” I replied enthusiastically.

V
enice had to be the most beautiful, classic city I had ever been to in my life. I couldn’t even believe that I was there; it seemed like a dream that I had walked into and didn’t want to wake up from.

We had arrived the next morning via Alejo’s private plane. He kept his hands to himself by sleeping near the front, while I holed myself up in the back and turned my luggage into a makeshift fort. I didn’t want any more half assed encounters.

Alejandro and I spent a good portion of our day wandering around the Piazza San Marco. He had obviously been to Venice before because he was more interested in watching my reactions to everything I saw.

“I have tourist written all over me don’t I?” I asked with a laugh.

“I think it’s the hat,” he teased.

“There’s nothing wrong with my hat, Señor Castillo!” I replied adjusting the large black floppy hat I was wearing on my head.  I gave him a playful shove and he laughed.

“You look beautiful today, Olivia. I’m only teasing you.”

I stuck my tongue out at him and smoothed out the bottom of my black and purple sundress. It was a warm day in Venice and I wanted to be able to enjoy it without sweating all over the place, so I dressed lightly and even though he told me it would be a bad idea, completed my outfit with black wedged flip flops.

“How far is Rome from here?” I asked, holding up my phone and taking another picture of the Basilica.

“About four hours by train,” he replied. “We can go tomorrow if you’d like. Today, I’d rather spend in Venice.”

“Yeah, that would be cool!” I replied enthusiastically.

“Then it’s settled,” he replied with a nod. I glanced up at him and grinned. Maybe he was
bueno
and maybe I should be focusing more on him than my phone and the sights to see around me. I mean if I wound up choosing Alejandro, then we’d come to Venice whenever we wanted.