Betraying Giovanni

Chapter Forty-Five: History

Juliet Ferguson

We've been in the air for what feels like eternity and Vincent and I have barely said a word to each other and it's not sitting well with me.

"Vincent?"

He glances up at me from his laptop, "Yes mi amore."

"Are you just going to sit there doing work or are we going to enjoy the vacation you forced us to take?"

He looks at his laptop before closing it and putting it back in his laptop bag. He calls for me to come to sit next to him and I get up from the seat across from him and I sit on his lap. He caresses my ass and kisses my neck.

"I love you," he whispers.

He says it a lot, but I never say it back, I can't say it back, a part of me feels guilty but another part of me knows that he understands, or that he's being patient with me. I sigh, I am a terrible lover.

"What's wrong?"

I look at him, "Why?"

He tilts his head to the side, "Why what?"

Do I really want to have this conversation right now?

"Why do you have to work on our vacation?"

He chuckles, "That's not the question you wanted to ask me,"

I chuckled, "We'll talk about it later,"

"Are you sure?" he asks, looking into my eyes with his ocean blue eyes, the way he looks at me, with this softness and love, I don't deserve it.

I nod, he slides his hand up the small of my back, to the back of my head, into my curls, I relax under his touch, he unexpectedly pulls my head back, exposing my neck to him, he slowly and teasingly kisses my neck.

"Ever had sex on a plane before?"

My core moistens and my throat becomes dry, "No."

He stands up on his feet, with me in his arms and he walks us to the cabin, he opens the door, and we step into the cabin, the size of my bedroom, he must make way more money than the government to have a jet like this. He throws me onto the bed, causing me to squeal.

"Boy, you didn't have to do all that," I scowl. He grabs my legs and pulls me towards him, he leans down and kisses my lips and that's all it takes for us to get into hours of lovemaking.

Lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, running my finger down his torso, we lay there in silence, just enjoying the peace, the serenity, until Vince decides to ruin the moment.

"So, tell me about what happened with you and Thomas, it didn't seem like all was forgiven."

I sigh, "Well, he never apologized for what he did, and we never spoke about it, so I guess it's just an open wound still, no matter how many times I tell myself that I'm over it, I'm not,"

Vincent nods, "And I understand that mi amore, but you need to talk about it, for you to start the healing process."

"You sound like Dr Linda," I chuckle.

He chuckles and I feel his body vibrate under me, "She is my therapist."

"It all started when we were in high school. We were both seniors at the time, at Saint Mark's High School," I say, as memories can flood in.

"You went to Saint Mark's?"

I nod, "Yes why?"

"That was our rival back at my high school. I went to Ridgeway High,"

I lift up my head and look at him in disbelief.

"You're fucking joking Vince?"

He shakes his head, "I'm dead serious,"

I laughed, "Gosh, we hated you guys so much, our football teams and cheer squads were always at war, I remember when we vandalized the girls' locker room, with eggs and toilet paper, the looks on their faces, priceless,"

"You were part of the cheer squad?"

I blush, looking away from him, "Yes, yes I was."

"That explains your flexibility," he smirks, I pinch his nipples and he squeals, "That hurt, you should never pinch my nipples."

I crack up laughing and he groans in pain, "Revenge is a dish best served cold but let's get back to the story."

I calmed down and then resumed my story, "So like I said we were seniors, we had been friends before that, from 8th grade, and we, well I thought that we were going to spend the rest of our lives together. One day he started acting weird, he was being mean and very standoffish, I asked him about it, and he said that his mother was sick, I totally understood, his mother had been in and out of the hospital for years and she was only getting worse."

"Weeks went by and the day before prom, he disappeared, I went to his house and no one was there and I tried calling him and he didn't answer, it was only after graduation that I heard a rumour that he was in London with a new girl." I sniffed, I didn't realize I was crying, until a tear dropped on my arm, and Vincent pulled me into his arms.

"We don't have to keep talking about it if you're not ready,"

I push him away from me and wipe my tears, "I have to get it out. So, I thought it was just rumoured, until I saw a picture of him on Facebook, holding hands with a blonde chick, a girl he would never have gone for, she was everything he hated, I was confused, was I just an experiment him, was a just a hobby, a way to pass the time, I sent him a message that night, ending the relationship, he never responded, until he showed up at the mansion."

"Mi amore, my beautiful amore, I am so sorry he did that to you, you did not deserve it, no one deserves to be treated that way." He replies with love laced in every word, "You are so much more than just an experiment, you are an experience, someone worthy of being loved and respected and if it makes you feel any better, you can kill him once the deal is over,"

I laugh with tears in my eyes, "Thank you, Vincent,"

"I love you, Juliet, I always will."

And all I do is kiss his sweet, soft lips.

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