Chapter 26 : Just Us
Chapter 26: Just Us
Sophie
I wouldn't stop thinking about that dance and I hated it. It made me feel dirty, so after crying half a day, I pulled on a large hoodies, leggings and went to their office. They told me I could come anytime I wanted, I hoped they weren't kidding because every little was making me cry. I even fought with my mother.
‘You are ungrateful.’ That is what she had screamed at me. I knew she could hear that I was crying but she didn't care. What was I supposed to be grateful for?
I walked into their office building, some people stopped me but then Mr. Wilson, the CFO who had come to the university with Angelo had joined me. He simply led me to the elevator and then to Angelo’s office door. With a smile, he left. I knew he must have noticed my red eyes. I knocked on the door, forcing myself to look a bit stronger than I felt. But they were there too, the Santoros'. I was grateful that they walked out, I didn't want my mind to short-circuit with fear, I was already a mess today. When Luciano crushed me into his chest, I dissolved into sobs.
“What is wrong?” He sat down on a chair, pulling me on his lap. He rubbed my back as my shoulders shook, he let me cry on his chest and I felt my hands being picked by the other two, they placed gentle kisses on them. Luciano kept rubbing my back and shushing me. I stopped crying in a few minutes, hiccuping.
“Darling,” Adriano picked me up, setting me sideways on his lap. He wiped my face, frowning.
“What is wrong, kitten?”
“I..” I bit my bottom lip.
“Is it something we did?” Angelo asked gently, crouching down to look at me.
“Tell us, princess.”
Luciano sat on a chair close by, watching me silently.
“It is not because of you.” I whispered, holding Adriano’s hand tightly between mine, looking down at it.
“Tell us,” Angelo gripped the back of my neck firmly, making me look up.
“I..I went to a party on the day after Christmas.”
“Yes, and? Luciano asked gently.
“I danced with someone there…” my eyes filled with tears, anger brewed in their.
“Tell us more.” Adriano ordered.
“We just dance,” I whispered.
“I…I didn't say no but didn't like how he touched me.”
Angelo’s grip tightened a little, Adriano’s arm wrapped firmly around me and Luciano’s jaw clenched.
“I feel dirty because of it.” I wiped the tears off my face.
“And then I fought with my mother, I..” I dug my face into Adriano’s chest, crying again.
He stood up with me tucked to his chest and I felt him walk somewhere and then a door was opened. I felt softness under me, it was a bed. He sat down with me against his chest, Angelo and Luciano sat close, forming a triangle around me which made me feel safe and protected. This was what I needed.
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Luciano POV.
“Caleb Leo,” Abel said through the phone.
“He is a star student, apparently. You want me to handle this?”
I looked at Sophie, she was sitting in the corner of my office, curled into a ball and reading a book she had picked from my bookshelf. We hadn't talked about us, whatever us was or if there was even an us. She just told us about the boy and her fight with her mother and we had lunch together and she was silent throughout it. I wanted to kill her mother, how could someone be cruel to Sophie? She was too fucking nice to everyone. She was good, I had not met much good in my life. If we killed Caleb, I knew she would be suspicious.
“Just scare him away from her.” I told him.
“And make sure he knows exactly what will happen to him if he even breathes in her direction.
“Get it, Boss and..”
“What?”
“I like her.” He said and I knew he didn't mean it romantically. He wasn't an idiot.
“She is good for you three.”
She is good for us there, so I looked at her again. She was now sitting up on the couch with her back resting on the armrest and head against the backrest. The book was on her knees, it was clear she could but find a comfortable position to read. I hung up on Abel with some strict instructions.
“Pricesss?” I called and she looked at me, her eyes were dulled. I wished I could kill that boy already, I could make it took like an accident.
“Come here.”
She got off the couch, instantly following my order. Sweetly submissive, she didn't even know it yet, or perhaps she did. I wouldn't be surprised if she had googled spanking and found out about many things. I pulled her on my lap, making her eyes go wide and tucked her to my chest.
“Feeling better?” I whispered into her ear, she shivered, bitting that fucking lip of hers.
She gave me a tiny nod and reopened her book. I smiled and opened my laptop on the desk, reading some files on the interior design company we had just gotten under our Enterprise. She rested her head against my chest, slowly melting into me. I loved her like this, on my lap. I would like her to be naked, though and perhaps kneeling between my legs while I worked. I wanted her submission and her trust and her love. But I don't think I deserve any.
With our other submissives, it had been different. There was never emotional attachment, just a way to get my lust out, though I did make sure that they were cared for. With Sophie, it was different. With her everything is different.
“Sophie?” I called.
“Yes?” She looked up at me.
Just by looking at her, I could tell that she was feeling a bit better.
“We need to talk about what happened.” I said firmly, she bit that gorgeous lips of hers again, a lovely blush covering her cheeks. I wanted the same color on her ass, I had not seen her ass after we spanked her, pity.
“D…do we have to?” She mumbled.
“We were friends and we should just ignore it.” She said enthusiastically.
Too enthusiastically, I liked it when she blushed when I touched her but I wanted her to talk to me, to us about what she was feeling always.
“Yes,” I nodded.
“We need to talk, after that it will be your choice what you want with us. Friendship or more.”
There came that lovely blush of hers again.
“More?” She whispered.
“Yes,” I said, caressing her cheekbones with my knuckles.
Did she realize that she leaned towards my touch?
“Let me call Adriano and Angelo and then we will talk. You don't have to be nervous.” I kissed her forehead, feeling her body lose against me at the contact.
“It is just us, okay?” She nodded her head.
“Just us,” I smiled.
Yes, just us.