The Italian's proposal

Melody

Melody arrived at the restaurant as she agreed with Timothy an hour before.

The change of plan was good for her because it gave her time to control the nerves that were driving her crazy.

A million unanswered questions were beginning to formulate in her brain.

Was she really considering marrying a complete stranger?

She couldn’t deny the attraction she immediately felt, she couldn’t lie, that Italian must have a magnet for women, and she was no exception. She fell round at his feet, proof of that were the two kisses they enjoyed and savored, which left her aroused all night and part of the early morning. She had wet dreams, fantasies where Timothy walked naked towards her, his erect virile member eager to enter her and possess her, touch her as no one had ever done, she had licked his whole body from head to toe and just as she was about to ride him as if she were possessed, she woke up.

Need has a heretic’s face and it was tempting, so much that it drove her to commit actions that in some moment of sanity no one would ever accept.

Melody looked around the restaurant. It was surrounded by glass, instead of having walls blocking the view of the avenue, everything was clear. The glass door was the only object that was anything but see-through, the small silver stainless steel handle. For only that reason she knew it was the door and she didn’t crash into the glass, which would have been embarrassing.

It was already two o’clock in the afternoon, the sun was warming up a little, but that didn’t stop them from feeling cold to the bone. She closed the coat Tara lent her a little tighter, along with her dress and shoes. She was lucky to find more than an employer at Tara’s house, even though she cleaned her house from time to time, Tara was always approachable to her. This was the sixth time she had been to the Colemans’ house.

For such a petite, slender woman with lush breasts and a freshly operated butt, Tara worked as a model for swimsuit magazines; Melody didn’t understand how a woman like her, from what she saw intelligent, simple, and charismatic, was with a man as grumpy as her husband was, but each candle with his saint.

Melody went over herself completely again before entering the restaurant, where she would sign an agreement that would mark her and her son’s life forever.

Tara lent her a wine-red dress, a little tighter in the breasts than she would prefer. Considering one of Melody’s biggest insecurities was her small breasts, she didn’t feel comfortable at all. The dress came down to her knees, Melody wondered what the hell that dress was doing in Tara’s closet, because not even asking the angels themselves, nor lighting a candle the devil that woman could have fit into this tiny dress.

Tara told her that she looked beautiful, she certainly felt different, she wasn’t used to wearing designer clothes, she was given it as a gift to model it in the magazine and she kept it in her closet as a souvenir.

Melody wasn’t used to wear high heels, but since Timothy didn’t want to be embarrassed in front of people of his social status, she preferred to accept Tara’s offer, and of course this woman has more experience in that environment than she does. She pulled her hair up in a bun with a jet gold bobby pins and left her bangs short on her forehead a little lipstick on her lips and she felt that she couldn’t be any smarter. She may not have been a famous model or a millionaire, but she could pass for a middle-class woman, which she really was while under her parents’ wing.

“Buon pomeriggio signorina, hai un tavolo riservato o lo stai aspettando?” a young woman dressed in a suit approached Melody as soon as she set foot inside. Seeing Melody’s face of not understanding a peep, she asked again in English if she had a table reserved or was someone waiting for her. “Let me help you with your coat,” she added, placing her hands on her neck, ready to remove Melody’s coat.

Although she felt overwhelmed by her unreal situation, she tried to remain calm.

“I have a table in the name of Timothy Giannatto,” she replied, smiling shyly. She didn’t have a clue what to answer other than the obvious.

There’s a man with a ring on the table, he’s proposed to me and I still don’t know why, turns out I’ve only known him since yesterday.

Yes, possibly the lady in the suit wouldn’t believe anything.

“Lei è con me...” she turned at the sound of that seductive voice, and almost collided with Timothy’s chest.

She smiled at him, but he didn’t give a peep of attention.

non sapevo che ci avresti fatto visita questo pomeriggio,” the girl replied nervously Melody raised her eyes to the sky, now she was standing there listening to two

imagine what they

beautiful,” Timothy must

better. How about we meet in a little while to fuck?” she would have said to him in her seductive voice and perfect

course,” he encouraged her, “I’ll see you after I’m done with the innocent girl I want to

let out a snort of

okay?” asked Timothy looking

now? People are

for them to stare. You’re

missed saying sorry for the

a bad day, maybe that’ s why he was treating her with such indifference. “Do you have our

least they stopped

please,” she said as she nodded and began to

most luxurious place

of the other customers there. Although Timothy told her that it was normal to be watched standing next to him, she was sure there was more to it than

white tablecloths and a small vase in

Melody to sit down. For a moment she felt the brush of his hands as

long time, but twenty-four hours the day

he replied tersely.

beard, he was clean-shaven. His suit was brand name, even if it didn’t have a tag on it yelling it. He exuded grandeur and money. No wonder everyone was watching her

the menu and paying no attention to her. She went there on business, but she didn’t think it was possible to

of or how I can behave,” he dropped the

you say such a thing?” she seriously

out,” was

open

was referring to her relation to Equilay. She

hand, but he was quicker and grabbed hers, squeezing so hard that

so? You don’t know what hurt

“Timothy...”

said and released her. His green eyes were pure steel, looking at her, cold and hateful. She almost burst into tears, she understood that he

not crediting his cold, calculating calmness. How could he treat her like that and think she would still be there

stupid to think she

her chair and felt as if

he said, his

stand for your attacks, or your

vigor, but without raising his voice enough for everyone in the restaurant to hear. His eyes were on

table, there was a considerable distance between the one he reserved and the one the others were at. She looked around again, thought about