Forbidden arrangement, p.22
Forbidden Arrangement, page 22
“I haven’t been avoiding you, Elise. You know that I have an important match coming up and you’ve been dating the enemy.”
“He’s not your enemy.” She sighed “Stop being so melodramatic. We’ve been on like four dates.”
“Have you kissed him?”
She pressed her lips together and shook her head. “Is this why you called me at three o’clock in the morning?”
“No...I was trying to jerk off, but wasn’t feeling it.” I laughed at the expression on her face. “What? I’m only being honest.”
“Stefano, I do not want to hear about you jerking off.”
“I didn’t even get hard.” I winked and turned onto my side. “I tried to look up some porn but it wasn’t doing it for me.”
“TMI, dude.” Elise sighed and leaned on her side as well. The movement pulled on her tishirt and made it tighter and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I felt my cock stand to attention as my eyes noticed her nipples. I bit down on my lower lip and looked away for a few seconds. I wasn’t going to let myself grow hard thinking about Elise. I shouldn’t be having this reaction to my best friend. I knew it was because I hadn’t had sex in a few months. I really needed to take care of that.
“Sorry,” I laughed. “But you can only imagine how disappointed I was.”
“Why would I want to imagine that Stefano?” She shook her hair and her curls bounced in her face. I wanted to reach into the phone and brush them away from her cheek.
“Don’t you want to know everything about me?” I chuckled as she made a face. “Anyway, what is it you wanted to tell me?”
“Huh?” She sounded confused. “Oh my last text?”
“Yes, your last text said you needed to tell me something.”
“Oh,” She giggled. “I just wanted you to call me back.”
“Really Elise?”
“Really.” She grinned. “I knocked at your door several times and you didn’t answer.”
“Must not have been home.”
“Uh huh.” She pressed her lips. “I came up in the morning and evening.”
“Stalker.” I laughed. Elise and I lived in the same building and oftentimes we dropped by each others places. I’d been angry with her the last couple of weeks, so I hadn’t answered the last couple of times she’d come.
“I heard your TV on the last time I went.” She glared at me. “I could hear you laughing.”
“My bad.” I shrugged. “What did you want to say that was so important?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to hang out.”
“Uh huh.” I rolled my eyes. “You wanna come up now?”
“Now?” Her eyes popped open. “I’m in bed, Stefano.”
“Then I can come down...” I grinned at her. “Unless you’re scared Bradley wouldn’t like it.”
“I don’t live my life by what Bradley likes.” She shook her head. “Though I think most guys would think it was weird that I slept in the same bed as my guy friend.”
“I’m your best friend and we’ve shared the bed for years.”
“And it’s weird.”
“Are you calling me weird?” I feigned hurt. “Well, thanks Elise.”
“Fine, you can come, but put some clothes on.”
“I wasn’t going to walk down the halls naked, no matter how many women would happy to see it.”
“Stefano, you’re so full of yourself.” She giggled and then yawned again. “Look, I’m close to sleep, if you’re coming over, then you need to get your ass out of here.”
“Coming, M’am.” I jumped out of the bed and heard her screaming.
“Stefano, I think I just saw your junk.”
“Oops,” I laughed. “Let me put on some clothes. I’ll be down in 5.” I hung up the phone, walked to my closet, grabbed a shirt and shorts and grabbed my keys. I headed out of my bedroom and realized that all was right in the world again. Elise and I were talking again. And even though, I’d been the one ignoring her, it had been hurting me. Elise was the person I went to everyday in my life. Without her to talk to and hang out with, I’d been feeling low; especially since Sam had gotten with Valentina. Sam and I used to spend a lot of time together and we still did on jobs, but now his personal time was taken up with his girlfriend. I wasn’t mad at him because I’d never seen him happier in my life. A part of me wondered if I should try and settle down, but I knew I didn’t have the time or the focus. All of my focus was on making it to the World Underground Fighting Championships in Vegas. If I made it and became a finalist, I’d win over a million dollars and I knew how badly my family needed that money.
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Chapter Two
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Elise opened the door in her tishirt and a pair of white socks and all I could do was laugh as I stared at her. “What’s so funny?” She blinked at me and attempted to pull down her top so that it covered her ass. I was disappointed to see that she wasn’t wearing a thong.
“Nothing.” I pulled her in for a quick hug and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. “You look grumpy.”
“I was sleeping when you texted me.” She pulled away from me and headed towards her bedroom. “You woke me up.”
“You didn’t have to answer.” I followed behind her and tried not to stare at her long legs. We entered her bedroom and Elise jumped up onto her queen size bed and got under the sheets. I followed behind her and got into the other side and then leaned on my side to face her. She rolled over and leaned on her side to face me and smiled sweetly.
“I’m glad you’re not still mad at me.” She played with her curls and my stomach did a slight belly flop.
“Yeah, well. If you chose to date a loser, that’s on you.” I shrugged. I didn’t want to think about Bradley anymore. Elise shifted towards me on the bed and my eyes automatically shifted down towards her breasts. I could feel myself growing warm and blinked a few times to stop myself from growing anywhere else.
“He’s not a loser, Stefano.” She poked me in the chest and I just stared at her.
“Tell yourself that.” I reached down and pulled my shirt off and threw it onto the ground. “How hot is it in here?”
“Not that hot.” She shook her head. “Don’t you dare take your boxers off.” She warned me and I laughed.
“Scared to see my...” I winked at her and she rolled her eyes.
“Not at all.” She giggled and poked me in the chest again. Elise and I were used to sleeping in the same bed. We’d been doing it for years and even as adults, we sometimes fell asleep together on a couch watching a movie, or in the bed if we’d spent an evening discussing something intense. I never wore a shirt, but I couldn’t remember a time when she’d never worn shorts. Or maybe I just hadn’t noticed before.
“Anyway, I’m going back to sleep unless there’s something you want to discuss?” She peered at me for a few seconds and I just shook my head. My eyes were feeling droopy and I was finally feeling tired.
“I’m good.” I reached my arm out to hug her and she snuggled into me for a few seconds. I kissed her head and she wrapped her arm around my waist as she hugged me back. I shifted my weight to avoid putting pressure on my arm and fell to the side slightly on top of her. Her body felt soft and warm next to mine and my fingers found themselves on her bare stomach as I shifted back.
“Sorry about that.” I said huskily, my hand burning as I moved it away.
“No worries.” She said with a small smile and then turned to face away from me. I stared at her hair and closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep. She moved slightly and I felt her ass moving slightly against my body. I could feel myself hardening and I froze. I pressed my lips together and shifted back before reaching down to adjust myself.
“You better not be jacking off, Stefano Valenti,” She said in a teasing voice and I just laughed.
“A man can’t adjust his junk without being called out?” I retorted as I willed my cock to soften. The last thing I needed was her butt bumping into me and feeling a solid stick next to her ass crack.
“You’re lucky I love you, Stefano.” She said sleepily and within a few seconds I heard her gentle snoring. I turned onto my back and ran my fingers through my hair as I stared up at the ceiling. I really needed to get laid because all I could think about was reaching over and pulling Elise’s panties off and having her on-top of me riding my cock. I was literally going crazy. I had never, well, not that I liked to admit, had such vivid sexual thoughts of her. Granted, there had been times when I’d wondered what it would be like, but nothing like this. I could picture her long curly hair barely covering her breasts as she bounced up and down. My cock was growing harder and I clenched my fists and rolled over on my side and faced in the opposite direction. I wasn’t going to let myself fantasize about fucking my best friend while in the same bed as her. I was not a psycho loser. As I lay there, I tried to think of other things. I thought about Elise on a date with Bradley, holding hands and laughing and I started to feel angry. It wasn’t that I cared that Elise was dating, it was because she was dating my sworn enemy. Bradley Adams was a fighter at my gym and he thought he was the King of the world; when all he was was the King Chump. Thoughts of Elise occupied my mind and before I knew what was happening, I was drifting off to sleep.
***
“I just want to...” Elise’s singing woke me up and my eyes fluttered open to see her dancing around the bedroom. I was disappointed to see that she’d put on a pair of shorts, though I was happy to notice that she hadn’t added a bra.
“I’m still sleeping,” I moaned as her voice got louder.
“Oops,” She grinned as she walked over to the bed and peered down at me. “Morning, Stefano.”
“Good morning, Elise. What time is it?”
“Ten am.” She raised an eyebrow at me and I sat up straight.
“Ten? Fuck it, I was meant to be at the gym at 6am to start my training.”
“Well, I guess you’ll just have to go in later.”
“Aren’t you meant to be at work?” Elise worked at a law firm doing lawerly things and I was surprised she wasn’t already dressed and gone.
“No cases right now.” She shook and head, shrugged and sat on the mattress. “The fight is tomorrow night, right?”
“Yes.” I pressed my lips together and massaged my forehead. The big day was here. If I beat Bradley, I’d be on my way to the World Championships. I wanted to win so badly, and yet I wasn’t sure if I could beat him. Bradley was bigger than me, had been fighting longer than me and didn’t mind going dirty. He’d broken many arms, fractured many ribs, and giving a black eye was like having breakfast in the world. It was only to be expected.
“I really don’t think you...” Elise bit down on her lower lip and looked away.
“I’m going to fight tomorrow, Elise.” I shook my head, annoyed at her. “You know how important this is to me.”
“Yes, but so is your life.”
“Your boyfriend isn’t going to kill me.” I rolled my eyes. “Shouldn’t you be warning him to back off from the fight?”
“He doesn’t know me well enough to listen to me, but you do.”
“Elise,” I huffed. “I’m a grown ass man. I can take care of myself.”
“Fine, don’t listen to me.” She shrugged and rolled back on the bed. She shifted slightly so that she was lying next to me and her big brown eyes were gazing into my blue ones. “I just don’t want to have to visit you in the hospital after the fight.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t have to.” I winked at her and she just shook her head. She reached down and idly scratched her stomach and I watched as her top went higher and higher. I leaned over and grabbed her arms and pinned her down and started tickling her. She erupted in laughter and moved her body back and forth to try and get out of my grip. I rolled over on top of her to keep her from moving and winked as she struggled against me.
“No fair, Stefano.” She pouted up at me as I lowered my body onto hers. My chest pressed against hers and I could feel her breasts jiggling slightly against me. She moved her leg up and tried to knee me in the crotch, but I shifted quickly. I felt her silky calf rubbing against my legs and I laughed. She moaned as she tried to get away and I could hear her heavy breathing against my ear. She wrapped her legs around my waist and tried to push me away, but she wasn’t strong enough. I felt the pressure of her leg against my cock moving back and forth and I stilled, enjoying the feeling. I shifted slightly and she was able to push me onto my back and roll over on top of me. There was a fierceness in her eyes as she grabbed my hands and she laughed as she moved to keep me down. She was now sitting directly on my cock and I pulled my hands away and reached up to her waist to pull her off of me. For a few seconds we just stared at each other. It was like everything was happening in slow motion. She moved back and forth slightly and I swore I could feel a moistness in her shorts as she rubbed herself on me. I knew there was no pretending that I wasn’t hard in that moment. She paused as she shifted back and bit down on her lower lip for a few seconds as she closed her eyes. My fingers dug into her skin and I was tempted to move them upwards, so that I could cup her size c breasts. Elise was blessed in the boob department and I’d always wanted to get my hands and lips on them. I quickly moved her off of me before I did something stupid and then sat up and jumped off of the bed.
“I’m hungry.” I said as I headed towards the bathroom. “Are you going to make me pancakes?” I looked back at her, determined to change the subject.
“I was hoping you’d make me pancakes.” She said with a sly smile as she looked up at me from her bed.
“Hmm, I think I asked first.”
“Yes, but you weren’t the one with a baton between your legs just now.” She winked at me and I felt myself growing hot at her comment. So she had felt my erection. I was surprised she’d brought it up, but then we did have a relationship where we could say anything to each other. Though, I wasn’t sure if we had a relationship where we could be sexually aroused by each other and just keep continuing to play it off.
“True,” I said, grinning at her. “But you’re not the one whose shorts feel like they were just dunked in water.” I paused and licked my lips. “Wet much?”
“Stefano!” She blushed and threw a pillow at me. I burst out laughing as I entered the bathroom and closed the door. I leaned back against it and took a couple of deep breaths. We were both playing with fire, and I wasn’t sure where this banter was going to lead. Most probably nowhere good. I needed to ignore the sparks that were flowing between us and focus. The last thing I needed right now was for my relationship with my best friend to explode.
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Chapter Three
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“Hey Stefano, you’re late.” Tyrone looked up from the boxing bag he was holding as I made my way over to the weights. “You ready for tomorrow?”
“As ready as I will be.” I nodded and grabbed two 50lb dumbbells. “I’m only fighting Bradley...I’m not worried.”
“Bradley is known as Bradley The Menace for a reason.” Tyrone’s brow furrowed as he watched me do arm curls. “Don’t be so cocky.”
“You’re his buddy, you would say that.” I shrugged and looked away from him. It stung me that two people I was close to were now close to Bradley. Tyrone and I had been friends ever since I’d joined the gym. He was in his late 50s and older than me, but we’d always connected. He liked to talk about the Civil Rights Movement and I liked to talk about when my pops was in the mafia. I wasn’t sure how true most of our stories were, but I loved our conversations. The way he told stories, he grew up around Malcom X and Marcus Garvey and the way I told stories, Al Capone and Bugsy Malone were my dad’s best friends. We both loved hyperbole, but it was all in good fun.
“This is just a job to me man.” He shrugged and looked around the gym. “Everyone is in it for a different reason.”
“I’m in it for the money.” I threw my head back and laughed. “I’ve never made a secret of that. What’s Bradley in it for? Another thrill to get his little dick hard?”
Tyrone laughed and shook his head, his brown eyes crinkling in the corners as he sized me up. “You still sore your girl Elise is dating him?”
“She’s not my girl.” I pressed my lips together. I was reading to start hitting.
“My bad man...Your best friend.” He rubbed his palms together. “Anyways, I don’t like to get in people's business. I’ll let you get your practice on.”
“Thanks, though I’m ready.”
“You’re a good fighter. It’s in your blood.”
“You know it.” I grabbed a roll of gauze and starting wrapping my hands. “The power and energy I get from fighting is like no other. I’m just surprised my other brothers aren’t interested.”
“Didn’t I see Stefano getting his ass kicked the other night?”
“Maybe.” I laughed. “He’s a lover now, not a fighter.”
“He got a girl.”
“Yup.” I nodded. “Someone finally got him to settle down.”
“Well, I’ll be.” Tyrone grabbed a bag and held it up for me to punch. “I guess pigs can fly.”
“Maybe.” I right hooked the bag and then stepped back. “She’s a good girl, but it’s still strange to see my older brother so whipped. I stepped forward and then gave the bag a left look, and a right kick so fast that Tyrone went stumbling back. “Sorry man, I didn’t mean to come at you with so much energy.” Tyrone looked at me with knowing eyes and grinned.
“I’ll say you’re ready to kick some butt.”
“Yes, I am.” I dropped to the floor and started doing some push ups. “This is about honor and money. Once I’m done with Bradley, his pretty little face won’t be so pretty anymore.”
