“Were you spying on the driveway?”
“No. Why? Were you trying to sneak into the house, son?” he asks, a smirk on his face.
“Pfft, no. I wasn’t trying to sneak in anywhere. But why are you creeping around the place?” I huff out.
“I wasn’t creeping around. I was just on my way to the kitchen to grab some soup and juice for your mother when I heard you walk in. She’s sick and has been asking for her ‘baby boy,’” he says, air-quoting baby boy.
“Why do I feel like the two of you are going to ambush me?” I question, suspiciously. “And why didn’t you tell me she wasn’t feeling well? I thought you guys just wanted me to come over for dinner.”
“Who? Us? Never,” he tells me, acting innocent. “And you know how your mother is. She didn’t want to worry you.”
“Right,” I tell him, knowing he’s full of shit. We both walk up the stairs and head for their room.
Mom is lying down, covered with a blanket, watching television. She pauses her show when she sees me enter. I walk over to her side and sit on the bed, pulling her into my arms and giving her a kiss on the head.
“Hi, Mom, what’s wrong? How are you feeling?” I ask her.
“So sick. I feel like I’m on the verge of dying, and I still don’t have a grandbaby to play with before I wither away.” She sniffles with all the flair for the dramatics she can muster.
“Really, Ma? You’re not dying. If it were anything serious, Dad would have already taken you to the clinic. You probably have the flu, or you just lured me here to be a pain in the ass,” I tell her, rolling my eyes over her head.Can’t let her see me do that, or she’ll smack me.
“He just rolled his eyes at you, dear,” Dad, the troublemaker and snitch, says from his chair. I give him the death glare, but he just ignores me.
“Snitches get stitches,” I grumble at him.
“Enzo Leonardo Andretti! Don’t you dare sass your mama like that!” she snips. “What on earth did I do? Where did I go wrong with this one?”
“Ma, seriously? I’m only thirty. It's not like I’m past my prime or anything. Sheesh! I may or may not be looking for a wife already since you two old folks won’t quit it,” I tell her, throwing in that tiny tidbit.
“Really?” she asks, looking up at me and beaming like I just gave her the entire world on a silver platter.
“Really, son? ‘Cause like you just said, we’re old, and us old folks aren’t getting any younger,” Father butts in. I glare at him, lifting my hand in a gun formation and mimicking shooting him. The crazy man just laughs his ass off before complaining. “Your son is threatening me, darling.”
“Enzo, don't threaten your father. So, tell me, who is she? When are we going to meet her?” Ma asks.
“I haven’t met her yet, Ma. I said I was looking,” I lie. As soon as I opened my mouth to tell them I was looking, Aria popped into my head. When I think about someone carrying my baby, all I think about is her. Ugh! This is not supposed to be happening.
“Well, we hope you find her soon. I want to play with at least one grandbaby before I get old and can’t move around.” She sulks.
“Ma, you’re still young and have plenty of life left in you yet,” I say, kissing her cheek.
“Oh, you charmer you. But don’t think sweet-talking me is going to work. You should go on a date or something tonight, you know, to help the process along.” She grins.
“Fine. I’ll go out later tonight.”
“Good. Oh, and by the way, son, I thought you should know that I got word today that Salvatore and Aria Bellucci’s wedding has been postponed until further notice,” Dad tells me.
“Do you know why?”
“Nope. But I’ll see what I can find out. I didn’t take Salvatore for the waiting type,” he says, absently.
My mind goes straight back to Aria. I wonder why the wedding is being postponed. Though in the grand scheme of things, that’s the best news I could’ve heard today. It means we’ll have more time together until she finally ties the knot.
My cock hardens at the thought of her and the extra time we’ll have. I quickly excuse myself from my parents, telling them I forgot about some work I need to catch up on before going out tonight. Surprisingly, they don’t give me any more of their shit. I guess the prospect of me going out tonight and looking for someone to date and marry has mellowed them out, for now at least.
I head for my old office in the house and chill for the rest of the afternoon because I’m definitely going to see her tonight. It’s been too long since I’ve laid my eyes on her. I’m not going to admit to the fact that I spent the rest of the day antsy as fuck since time was moving so slowly. I couldn’t wait to feel her body against mine or be inside her again.
I swear she has the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted and been inside in my entire life. At this point, I’m thinking she's got me a bit too obsessed. Who would’ve thought that Enzo Andretti would become addicted to pussy so easily? Not me, that’s for sure.