Bald & Ugly
ARIANA
Enzo placed both of his hands on the walls of the tub and leaned over. “You need to get yourself over with whatever grudge you have been holding against this place. Whatever happened in the past was, it can't be changed. But this is the very place that you have always fantasized about.” Enzo gave me a little lecture. I wasn't interested in his lecture at all.
I just rolled my eyes at him, the same dramatic way as he did and turned my face away. “So you are going to be all bratty about it, huh?” Something was in his tone that made me frown in confusion. When I looked back at him, my breath hitched. I found him stripping his clothes off of his body.
“Wh…what are you du…doing? This is my time. Me time. You don't get to invade my privacy. Go away. Shoo… shoo…” I tried my best not so stupid but at that point, I was already freaking out. I didn't want to have anymore sex. Especially not in Paris. I remembered the last time we were intimate while in Paris. Let's just say, I couldn't hold onto one good memory of that freaking place.
I was ready to jump out of the tub the moment he took his underwear off. “You wanna fight with me. Alright! That's what you are gonna get, sweet bean.” He growled at me. He stepped into the tub while I was screaming at home to get out or leave me alone.
Of course, he was Enzo De Luca. Of course, he didn't listen. Instead, he grabbed my wrists right when I was about to punch him hard in his chest. He pinned my hands right above my shoulder, against the wall of the tub. He leaned in and kissed me. I tried to fight but always, his hold on me was firm.
He sucked my lower lip. It always made me weak and he knew it. He then grabbed me and sat down in the tub. He was sitting underneath me. He wrapped his arms around my torso from behind.
Just then, he started kissing my neck. My brain shut down completely. It was embarrassing in a way but I was enjoying how he was peppering kisses all over my neck and my shoulders. It almost felt like he was worshipping me in a way.
“I know I messed up back then, but I am asking you to stop thinking for once and let things happen on their own. I am just trying to make some memories. Not just for myself, but for you as well.” He whispered softly in my ear, tightly holding me in his arms. At that point, I was just too weak to fight him.
I couldn't let him know that I was weak and he was making me weak. He was making me feel like I was ready to forget everything. And I didn't like it at all. I knew, my heart was stupid enough to fall for him again. And that was the most terrifying fact.
I had given him chances. I had given him more chances than I might have given anyone. But every time when he failed, he broke my heart a little. And where I stood, with a weak body and the cancer and everything, I knew that another heartbreak would kill me. “I am not denying. I am letting you make memories. All I am asking is for you to just change the destination. Why Paris is so fucking important? It's not the only place in the world.” I raised my questions.
I heard him sigh. Then he kissed my cheek. “Because Paris had always been your most beautiful fantasy and I ruined it when I brought you here for our short honeymoon.” He sounded guilty and broken when he finally answered the questions I had asked him.
I turned my head to look at him. I was curious, trying to understand his mind. “There were ways that I could have handled that situation with. I had ways to tell you that you were wrong. But I was harsh. I humiliated you and I hate it.” He added further. Then he kissed my cheek again.
By then, I was looking at his face, into his eyes, to be specific. I saw guilt in his eyes. He was no longer masking anything at all. He was letting me see the real him. He was showing me his vulnerable side. And for some reason, it made me really really happy.
“Just let me return your true colourful soul back to you. I turned you gray and now I am hating myself. I loved the way you painted my dark life with bright and warm colors. But while you were trying to heal what Valentina had broken in me, I broke you in worse ways.” I didn't know when but somehow, tears welled up in my eyes and soon, they were raining down. I closed my eyes when he leaned in and pressed his lips against my forehead.
“You have given me a chance to just make memories for myself. Doesn't mean I can't use it to heal you. I know, broken things can never be the same. But I want to heal you enough so you won't ever have tears in your eyes. Would you please let me do this for you?” His voice was shaking.
The tough man I knew was suddenly all mushy and crying. I didn't need to see his face. I knew already that he was crying. “Okay!” I whispered in a very small voice. I knew it was barely audible but he heard me. Because the next moment, I heard his heart skip a beat and he chuckled nervously.
“Okay!” He whispered back.
He hugged me tightly and I rested my head on his shoulder. “First of all, we need to go shopping. So we can go on dates and do stuff like picnics and romantic dances.” He mentioned the word shopping and my face fell again.
“I don't wanna go shopping. I don't wanna go out. Can't we do it all while we stay in?” I knew I agreed to do something. And my demands to stay inside and make new memories of that city was just ridiculous. I knew it. And I knew I was being very stupidly stubborn. But I didn't back down.
“My sweetness! How am I supposed to make you new memories of your fairytale city without going out?” He asked and I just shrugged my shoulders carelessly as if it was no big deal. It was a big deal. At least, for him.
“I don't know! That's for you to think. Figure it out yourself. I don't want to go anywhere.” I replied without giving it much thought. I knew he was being very patient with me. And I was being very unreasonable with him.
“My dearest wife. Would you tell me the reason why you won't get out of this Airbnb and you still want to create new memories with me. I am just so confused.” For a moment, it felt as if he had caught me. But I had to keep the impression that I just didn't want it to happen. That I wanted to stay cozy in the warmth of the place he had rented.
“I just don't feel like it. And I don't want history to repeat itself. Let's not forget, your rivals are still here. They are not going anywhere. When they see the opportunity, they will try to get on your nerves. And I don't want it.” It felt like I was committing a crime. I was lying to him. And it felt wrong. Still, I decided to stand by it.
“That's a lie. Tell me the truth.” He whispered softly in my ear and I frowned in confusion.
“Ariana! You were born right before my eyes. I practically raised you. I know you. I know you are lying to me. Just tell me the truth.” My heart started thumping wildly against my rib cage as I heard him.
Tears started welling up in my eyes. I tried to hold my tears at bay but it was nearly impossible. “I don't want to be the only ugly and bald person in this city. Look at you. You might be old but you look handsome. And look at me. I have no hair on my head, my skin is dull and dark, and my eyes aren't the same bright and shiny. You're the perfect you and I am just… your ugly bald wife.” I finally told him the real reason why I didn't want to be in Paris in the first place.
Yes, it was true that his rival gangs and his enemies were terrifying. And I couldn't forget what happened to us in the past but the real reason why I was upset being in Paris, was because he brought me to my fantasy city when I was at my lowest.
I was pulled out of the oceans of my thoughts when his hand slipped in between my legs. I gasped and my legs parted on their own. He was placing gentle kisses all over my jawline, my neck and my shoulders. His other hand was playing with my breasts while he rubbed my pussy so gently, so fucking sensually.
My breath hitched when he pushed one of his fingers inside my pussy. “Don't you dare call yourself those names. You are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. To me, you are perfect in every single shape.” He whispered in my ear while finger fucking me.
“You are saying this because you feel guilty and you take pity on me.” I whispered softly, trying to hold the rebellious moans within my mouth. He remembered perfectly where to hit and when. How to stroke it, so I would be orgasming instantly.
Enzo didn't say anything in response. I was breathing heavily because I was getting closer to my release. He let me have my bliss. And as I started shaking, he was gently rubbing my clit to make it more intense.
When I finally calmed down, he grabbed my hand and placed it on his crotch that was already hard and throbbing. “I might lie to you. But this will never lie to you. When you disappeared, my desires to be with a woman died alongside your love for me.” He whispered softly in my ear as he made me wrap my fingers around his shaft.
I was slowly stroking it with his hand on the top. And he was still playing with my nipples. “Ariana! I lost interest in almost everything when you left. My only desire was to see you one more time. My only desire to see your face again one day. But as you returned, my desires for you came back as well.” He added further. He growled like an animal and released himself in the tub, just like I had.
He was breathing heavily. He turned me over. Now, I was lying on top of his tall figure. My head was resting on his chest and I wrapped my arms around his torso. “You are the most beautiful woman to me. I don't care if you are bald. And if you want, I can shave my head again for you too. It's not even about your face. Even if you ever lost your face or I somehow lost my memories, all of them, you will still be the most beautiful woman for me, in this whole world.” He whispered softly in my ear.
My eyes welled up with the tears I didn't think I would ever shed again. And my heart was suddenly beating so strongly and so loudly. I sniffled like a stupid girlie. I tightened my hold around his torso. Some people have this power on us. They can make us stunning or ugly by just their words.
“I don't want you to shave your head for me anymore. I don't like you bald. And you have great hair. I don't want you ruining your hair just because of me.” I whispered. His heart skipped a beat and I heard him chuckle. When I looked back up he leaned in and pecked my lips.
“You can wear a wig if it makes you feel better. But if you ask for my opinion, you look perfect the way you are.” He whispered against my lips, while he was teasing me, brushing his lips against mine. Soon, I lost the control I had on myself. And I was kissing him hungrily.