Untouchable

CHAPTER 19

A week had gone by, and Gia still wasn't talking to Gio unless it had to do with business or the Families.

Gio had forced her to move into the master bedroom and insisted that he would make love to her and not fuck her as she had told him to do. He was trying to mend fences, but Gia was not receptive at all. She was cold and distant and had to fight with every ounce of will power not to respond to Gio when he was inside her making love to her like he knew she liked.

Every night he would come home and find Gia sleeping or not there, but when she was there, he would climb in bed after taking a shower and he would hold her first against his hard chest and he would ask her about her day, and he would tell her about his even though she wouldn't utter a word to him.

He would begin to caress her arm and then her side and then move his hand to her flat belly telling her how much he wanted his child inside her.

Gia fought tears from spilling over as she let him continue his nightly routine of torturing her with sweet words and empty promises, because that's what they were to her. Empty promises.

Gio would kiss her body and leave marks behind everywhere his mouth touched her, on her neck, on her shoulders, her belly, her back, the inside of her thighs her butt cheeks even the inside of her wrists had his marks.

He would taste her every night and make her orgasm like a woman possessed but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of crying out his name or crying out at all. She would grip the sheets and shut her eyes tight while his tongue did wicked and delicious things to her and fought against every plea and every moan that wanted to escape her mouth. When he made her body explode with the most sinful pleasure, she had ever had he wouldn't stop there, he would move on top of her and enter her slowly so he wouldn't hurt her and make love to her until her body screamed for more and he would give it to her. He would thrust deep inside her and hard enough to make her want to scream out, but she wouldn't, she would bite the sides of her cheeks drawing blood and clutching the sheets denying him the one thing he wanted...her forgiveness.

Was she being petty? She didn't care. Was she taking things too far? She didn't care. Was she risking losing the man she loved but wouldn't allow herself to feel anything for him anymore? It didn't matter.

There were times she wished that Clarise would call her and tell her that he was fucking one of the dancers but that call never came.

She would follow him and show up at one of the clubs that she owned just to catch him in flagrante but she never did. She would tell him she would be somewhere when in fact she was somewhere else trying to catch him with another woman, but she never did.

Three weeks of playing private eye had only tired her out. Giovanni was either on to her or he was a very careful man.

Gia was left with no other choice but to pull out the big guns and for that she would need Clarise.

Marco drove to the restaurant where Gia spent most of her time lately. It was the only place that Gio wouldn't bother her. He was trying to give her space and she appreciated it.

Anthony and she were not like they used to be. She was still hurt by the lying and betrayal, but she was no closer to forgiving him than she was to forgiving Gio.

"Morning Gia, how are you?" Tatiana greeted her with her usual bubbly self.

"Good morning, if you need anything I'm in my office." Gia walked back and punched the code and walked inside what had become her haven.

"Boss? Trent followed Gia into her office and waited for her to sit down at her desk before he spoke.

"What is it?"