Page 27 of In Ruins
I pray for that miracle while I’m in the shower. But just to make sure, I’ll have to remember to ask Giana to get a morning-after pill for me tomorrow. When I’m done, I put my pajamas on before slipping into bed. I lie there awake for a long time. So long that I eventually hear when my father’s car comes down the driveway. The last thought I have before sleep finally claims me is that I’m glad I made it home before he did.
It feelslike I’ve just closed my eyes and was barely even asleep when I’m being poked in the side to wake up. I let out a groan and roll over onto my stomach while pulling the blanket over me.
“Go away!” I grumble into the room, knowing that it’s Giana.
“Oh no! It’s time to get up. I need to hear all about last night before it’s time for you know what…” she says, trailing off. And just like that, I’m wide awake, and my mood has shifted.
“Way to ruin the morning,” I grumble when I roll over and pull the blanket down to glare at her.
“It was going to be ruined no matter what, so I’d rather hear the juicy bits about last night before that happens,” she tells me matter-of-factly.
“Fine. Get over here, but you’re going first.”
“Fine,” she says as she walks over to my bed and hops on. We’re both lying on our backs, staring up at the ceiling, when she starts. “It was amazing as usual. Bruno and I were by one of the fountains not far from the guesthouse when who did I see? You, with some hunk sneaking into said guesthouse. So, who was he? I couldn’t see his face properly to get a clear picture of him because of the darkness and the fact that I didn’t want Bruno and me to be caught out there with our pants literally down. You know what I mean?” She laughs.
“Wow! Well, that was super adventurous. Why didn’t you just sneak into one of their rooms? I’m sure no one would have noticed since that mansion is huge as fuck.”
“We didn’t want to be caught with our pants down in there either. I mean, everyone else was inside, and someone was bound to knock on one of those doors eventually. The only other crazy people outside were you and your mystery man. Besides, I kinda sorta liked the idea of being railed by the fountain, with the garden surrounding the space. It was kind of romantic,” she says with a wink.
“Naughty girl! No one caught you, though, right?”
“No. I mean, you walked right past us and didn’t even notice us or the fact that you were being watched,” she says, and I cringe. I absolutely did not notice them at all because I was so focused on Enzo and what was about to happen between us.
“Yeah, sorry I didn’t notice.”
“So, tell me! Who was he?”
“Well, his name is Enzo…” I say and trail off. How do you tell your closest and only friend, who constantly worries about your safety and well-being, that you slept with a man you’re not supposed to?
“Enzo… Enzo… Enzo…” I hear her muttering before she trails off. “Shut the fucking front door! Oh my God! You didn’t!”
“Totally did,” I say, and then blush.
“Enzo freaking Andretti!” she whisper-shouts. “You know that guy could have literally killed you last night, right? Only you would go out on a mission to lose your virginity and end up sleeping with the guy your family is rivals with.”
“What can I say? I’m special. But just so you know, killing me was definitely not on his mind last night.”
“I bet. He was being led by his dick after all, wasn’t he?”
“Yep.”
“So how was it, bitch? Stop holding out on me.”
“It was amazing! Like one of the best nights I've ever had!” I tell her as my mind goes back once again to the events of last night. I’m still in a state of shock and bliss at the fact that I actually lost my virginity to one of the hottest men I’ve ever seen in my life. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he was a Greek god pretending to be a mortal.
“How big was his dick?”
“Not having anything to compare it to, it seemed super huge and thick, plus he has two piercings on it. I’m still kind of sore, to be honest. It felt like he literally fucked the life out of me,” I say, giggling.
“Damn, I wish I could have seen it,” she says.
“See me having sex?” I question, a bit confused, wondering why she’d want to see that.
“What? Of course not! I’m talking about the size of his dick, duh!”
“Hey, back off. It’s mine! Well, it was for last night, but that was it.”
“Don’t worry, I'm not after your man. But come on. He's like the most-talked-about bachelor. Everybody, and I mean all the prissy princesses, wants to know what his dick looks like since the rest of him is such a work of art. To think my little caterpillar got firsthand experience makes me proud! You’re growing into a butterfly, and I’m going to miss my little caterpillar,” she says with fake tears.
