No Strings Attached

Part 14 : No Strings Attached

A smile spread slowly across Kimberley's face as she looked up at me, "I love you too Riccardo. Tell me again."

“You have no idea...” I said, pulling her into my arms again and kissing her passionately.

“Riccardo...” she groaned

“Kimberley,” I said kissing her neck, “We can go home if you like.”

“Where is home?” she replied

“My apartment, baby,” I said, “It’s made for two you know.... the view is breathtaking you know that. It’s only 10 minutes from the office, you can go in whenever you want... we can do whatever you want... I need you to know Kimberley that I love you, with everything I’ve got. I’ll love you forever and whatever you want, I’ll get it for you.”

“Don’t be mistaken Riccardo,” she said, rubbing her hand up and down my neck, “I love you. But I’m not some kind of spoilt little girl, you don’t have to get me absolutely everything. I want to be with you so badly, but we have to appreciate each other for who we really are... now call help.”

The lift suddenly whirred into action and continued to go up and up until we arrived on the 20th floor.

Kimberley ruffled her hair, smoothed down her skirt and stepped out of the lift and walked straight into her office.

I sighed and walked into my office where a bunch of e-mails and calls were waiting....

Inbox (113 New E-Mails)

Sent via Apple Mac

To: Riccardo C. Alonso

From: Kimberley Rae Scott

I love you. X

Kimberley Scott

Assistant Executive Attorney- Alonso Advocate Corporation

I quickly typed back,

Inbox (112)

Sent via Apple Mac

To: Kimberley Rae  Scott

From: Riccardo C. Alonso

I love you too, the offer to go home is still open. Xxx

Riccardo C. Alonso

CEO and Founder- Alonso Advocate Corporation

 

The message immediately flashed up on my screen

Inbox (112 New E-mails)

To: Riccardo C. Alonso

From: Kimberley Rae Scott

5 minutes. Outside. Xxx

Kimberley Scott

Assistant Executive Attorney- Alonso Advocate Corporation

 

Women. They changed their mind like they changed clothes. Honestly. But despite myself, I didn't care. I was practically a slave to Kimberley's emotions.

I began concocting a plan in my head. A plan for tonight. We'd only been seeing each other for a day, but our emotions extended way back to over 8 months ago. I wanted to move fast with Kimberley and I wanted to make this serious. I'd had enough of no strings attached relationships with women and it was time for me to make a commitment. A real commitment.

I walked down the 10 flights of stairs and out of the revolving door and into the street. Kimberley was leaning against a street light, looking down at her Blackberry and smiling.

“What?”

She slipped the Blackberry into her purse and smiled at me, “Oh, just my mom, saying hi.”

I smiled at her, "You'll have to tell her to fly over. I want to meet your family."

Her eyes widened, "Really?"

"Of course baby, I'm dying to meet your family. Chat with your mom and dad, meet your sisters. I want us to be close Kimberley, in every way. This isn't sex, or just a relationship... this is everything to me right now."

She kissed my cheek, "You are the sweetest."

"That's why I'm sending you home so you can get ready for tonight."

"Tonight? What have you got planned?” she said

 “Just you wait and see... Jeremy will take you home, the Bentley will pick you up at 8:30 sharp. Dress to impress, baby, I want to see your legs."

She slapped my shoulder, "Pervert."

"Don't you know it." I grinned

“Where are you taking me?” she moaned

I tapped my nose and grinned at her.

She stamped her foot, “You know I hate surprises!”

I kissed her, “Don’t you worry my beautiful girl, hopefully it's something you'll enjoy."

I whistled, and a taxi suddenly pulled up from out of nowhere, I opened the door and she slid in giving me a dirty look and shutting the door

“You’ll regret this Riccardo Carlosito Alonso!!!”

I blew her a kiss as she drove into the distance.

I had nine hours to get absolutely everything ready for her, for the both of us. Tonight had to be absolutely perfect.

It was my responsibility to make sure it was.