0 comments/ 7391 views/ 1 favorites Meeting Mr Romance By: cinnamon1977 What did I do to make things go wrong, I wondered as I looked at my flat tire. Just moved in to Van Nuys, CA in the hopes of catching up with fate and being where I was supposed to be. It was two years ago when I avoided going to California with my parents when they moved back, and decided to stay with my then boyfriend. Little did I know I was going to end up stranded in Alabama pregnant while he was up the river for the fifth time in two years! After giving birth to our baby girl alone I decided to pack up my things and move away. I was going to stop fighting the signs that I was not meant to be there and go where they pointed me I should be. A great house in a good neighborhood, close to my parents and near where my favorite celebrities lived, and then to top it all off I win the lottery so that it pays for a new car and moving expenses; clearly something was pushing me in that direction. So why did all of a sudden I get a flat tire on my way back from the mall? No, I should focus on solving the problem; not obsess about it. I look at my cell phone, the battery just died as I was trying to call AAA. Apparently everyone else on the freeway had their own thing to do because no one was pulling over to help the lonely woman on the side of the road. Just to top it all off, it looked like it was about to rain and I could hear the baby starting to wake up from her nap in the back seat. Just great! In frustration I lightly bump my head against the car. Out of the corner of my eye I see a black car pull up behind mine. I turn my head and see a familiar black Lamborghini pull off the road and park behind my little sedan. I've seen this car before, but only in pictures from my fan club. Never did I thought I would actually get to see it in person. Even less likely was the possibility of seeing one of my favorite celebrity men in person getting out of his car and walking up to me. "Do you need assistance," he asked in that fabulous Italian accent of his. Fabio was dressed in a white button-up shirt and blue denim pants. I've seen many pictures of him before, I could picture every rippling muscle that lay under those clothes; and yet seeing him in person still took my breath away. Yet I still managed to pull myself together and find my voice, "I got a flat. I've been meaning to get a jack since I got the car, I guess I postponed it too long." He shook his head as if this was some typical thing for a woman to do. "I have one, I will help you." He smiled and proceeded to change my tire. Among being shocked that this gorgeous hunk of man was helping me out, I also felt partly insulted. After all, I rarely ever am not prepared of able to resolve my own problems. "I could go ahead and do that, I do know how to change a tire," I felt compelled to tell him. "You shouldn't have to do that, you'll get your shirt dirty." Noticing the car had stopped moving my daughter, Alexandria, began to cry from the back seat. "I think perhaps you might want to get that instead," he nodded towards the backseat. It sounded like a good idea. At least taking care of the baby will keep me distracted from other thoughts that were starting to pop in my head. Thoughts of running my hands along those strong arms, arms that had just successfully pulled of my tire and were rolling it to the back of the car. He had a nice ass too, and that hair... Alex chortled as I bounced her on my hip. A distraction was a good thing. It did not take long for Fabio to change the tire. He finished putting things away as I put the baby back in her car seat. The rain began to pick up as I walked up to him, "Thank you for helping me out!" "I'd like to follow you, just to make sure you make it home alright." He seemed genuinely concerned. It was sweet really, but a bit of panic rose to the back of my head. I just moved in a few weeks ago, the house was still crawling with boxes all over the living room and a few other rooms. Definitely not the kind of shape I'd like to have a special guest see. But it seemed like I would not get much of a chance to argue the matter as the rain started to definitely pick up. So we drove, me ahead of his precious Lamborghini. It didn't take long to get to my house. Just pulling up my driveway and I see the flattened cardboard boxes I meant to take to the recycling getting wet in the yard. I take the keys out of my purse and hurry to unlock the door. Fabio got out of his car and helped me unload mine. "I'm sorry for how the house looks," I felt compelled to say as we brought the last of the stuff inside, "I just moved in a few weeks ago. It takes a little longer to unpack when you're home alone." Why was I excusing myself to him? Because I didn't want him to think I was a slob, probably. He smiled that beautiful smile I'd seen so often in pictures but still seemed to just make me all giggly inside. Not like I would let him know that! "I'd like to thank you by making you dinner, but you probably had plans before you came to my rescue. How about Friday?" ********************************* Of course I didn't expect him to show up. So come Friday night I'm getting a home-made pizza out of the oven. Alex is sitting on the kitchen floor banging on plastic bowls and pretending to cook like mommy. Just had to make a quick salad for myself and we'd be ready for dinner when the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting company but I went to answer anyways. I opened the door and there he was; dressed in jeans again, black tank top, brown jacket, teddy bear on one hand and flowers on the other. Gosh did I feel out of place getting the door in a gray gargoyle t-shirt, blue shorts, my hair up in a messy bun, and barefoot. "Oh, I didn't think you were actually going to show," I exclaimed. "I can see that," he threw his head back and laughed. "If you wish to change I can wait for you." "Well...actually I was just almost getting dinner ready, if you don't mind home made pizza and a salad." He agreed to stay in, I was glad I was done with most of the boxes that morning and the house looked more presentable now. We walked to the kitchen and Alexandria quickly got up and hugged him. It was cute really. It was specially endearing watching him give her the little bear and watch her play with the bowls. He could make a good father and husband . . . What was I thinking? "I'll just put these in some water and get started on that salad," I said taking a glass vase from under the sink. "Please let me help," Fabio got up and walked over to the counter where I had everything set up. He began washing the lettuce and cutting things up. "You actually know your way in the kitchen," I remarked. There is something about a man that can cook that is just so sexy. Not that he wasn't sexy enough, but still. He finished, we ate; it was actually all quite lovely. But my mind was not much on the food, I was more distracted by thoughts of how handsome he looked, and how I wanted those powerful arms around me. Distracted by his Italian accent and wondering how it would be to kiss those lips. It was nine at night and he was still there in my house. My stomach felt like it was tightening in multiple knots just trying to keep myself from making a fool of myself. Alex had just fallen asleep in a pillow she dragged from sofa and I decided to take it as an excuse to slip away, if just for a few minutes. I put her in her crib and looked at myself in the mirror. "My goodness, I am such a mess!" I quickly brushed my hair down, changed my shirt for a more flattering chocolate tank top (I have boobs now, I had to show them off), and put on a bit of lip gloss. Mom always said a girl is never complete until she put some lipstick on! I started back downstairs with the baby monitor in hand. Fabio was standing in front of my newly filled bookcase and I made a mental note to reshelf the books by category. "You are missing a book in your collection," he pointed towards the books. "I have a few series, which book do you mean," I asked. "You are missing Viking. Though if I remember right, you didn't like that one." I was in shock. "How do you know about that book? It was close to ten years ago since I wrote that letter!" With a sheepish grin he admitted to looking my name up among his many fans. Apparently he kept much of his fan mail for years, including any memorable comments of his books. I took it as a compliment that he would take a high school girl's opinion so highly. "You were quite mature for your age in your letter. I had to keep it," he admitted. Unable to control myself I reached up and kissed him on the cheek. "Thank you," was all I could say. He took my hand and looked at me with those gorgeous crystal blue eyes. Oh what did I do, was all I could think; quickly replaced by panic when he held me to him and kissed me. His lips were warm and he still tasted of cranberry juice. Why did I have to have a weakness for food and strong men? I kissed him back eagerly, it had been so long since someone had kissed me that passionately. I let my hands roam over his powerful arms that now held me tight to him, his back, his hair... part of me wanted to explore lower, but I dared not. Fabio gently guided me back towards the sofa and laid down with me. We continued to kiss and he cupped one breast in his strong hand. It felt good, I decided to take a chance and grabbed his buttocks. I was half expecting there to be none with all his exercising, but I was pleased to feel tight round butt. Encouraged, he started trailing kisses down my neck and took off my shirt. My nipples began to throb in expectation, I wanted him to take my breasts in his mouth and suck on them. As if he read my mind he first brushed his lips over one tighten nipple while his had took the other. He then took it in his mouth and sucked and gently nibbled. Waves of feelings I had not felt for years shook threw me and I arched my back in response. I craved him some place else too... Then I heard the soft cry over the monitor. Darn it, not now! "I'm sorry," I whispered breathlessly, "Mommyhood calls." I pulled my blouse up and rushed upstairs to see why Alex was sounding upset. I walked into her room and took a peek over the crib. She was still asleep, and smiling too. I turned to go back downstairs and there he stood in the door way. Hair loose about the shoulders, no shirt nor jacket to cover his muscles. Damn he looks good, good enough to eat! He was staring at me again, but I couldn't quite figure out what it was. Is it lust? Is it what if? Or is it something else? I really don't like not knowing. "What," I asked. "Is she okay," he asked nodding towards the sleeping baby. "Just fine," I replied, "must have been a little gas or something." "I'm glad she's fine," he said cupping my face in his hand. I was so close I could smell his manly scent, feel the warmth from his chest. "My room is right behind you," I found myself saying. He took my shirt off, carried me across the hallway to my room, and gently laid me on my bed. The soft faux fur cover made the moment more erotic. He was standing over me and was just about to come down to join me on the bed. I raised my hand up, "not yet. There is something I've always wondered." "What's that," he asked perplexed. I smiled, "what lies beneath the loincloth?" I reached up and undid his pants. As I opened the fly and slipped them down I could see how aroused he was. Oh my! I took him in my hand and felt the blood throbbing in it. His pulse was very fast, did he run up the stairs, or was he that excited? He came down and undid my shorts. He kissed me as he spread my legs apart. His hand reached down and began to play with my clit and slid between my labia. I was eager, I was wet, and he made me feel wanted. He slid his manhood slowly inside me; it was a tight fit at first, but it still felt great. He raised my legs up to his waist, really opening me up for him and buried himself deeper still. I felt like I would burst, so filled was I with him. But I didn't want him to stop; I wanted deeper, faster. As if reading my mind he began to thrust himself inside me; slowly at first and then faster. I could feel my orgasm coming, grabbed hold of him tighter with my legs as I cried out in climax. He didn't stop there. He withdrew for just a moment to sit back against the barred headboard and sits me down on top of him. All the better for me, I get to decide how I want it now. I start with a little rolling motion, then start pumping him. He grabbed my breasts and then let his hands go down to my ass. I grabbed onto the headboard and pulled my legs up so that I was now squatting on top of him... the faster I could go on him. Didn't take long for another orgasm to wrack through me. I collapsed on top of him from the intensity and I could feel my juices trickling down my thighs. He let me catch my breath for a little before he kissed me deeply again. "Are you tired yet," he asked twirling one of my curls in his fingers, fingers I could tell had slipped inside my wet pussy without me noticing. I might have started to feel a little raw, but I still wanted more. We continued to make love off and on all night, until I finally got tired out and fell asleep. **************************** I awoke to Alex's cooing on the baby monitor. I turned on the bed, but he wasn't there. Instead on the nightstand next to me where the flowers he brought last night, lavender and lilies, in the vase I put them in with a note on a Post-It: Had to go to work, I'll see you again tonight. Meeting Mr Romance Ch. 02 Friday night and where was I? Sitting behind my entertainment center staring at a mess of wires. While other available people were out partying and enjoying all the entertainment that Southern California had to offer; I was getting my hair pulled by a toddler who thought she knew how to brush hair, eating Chinese food take out, and trying to figure out how to rewire the TV-stereo connection. "Why don't you sound just right," I asked the Bose stereo sitting on the shelf. I was hoping to sit down with my baby girl and watch a movie tonight, but as I was watching a different movie earlier in the day I noticed that the surround sound just wasn't sounding quite right. So I decided I was to fiddle with the connections and find out what was wrong, not like I was planning to do anything else. Not like if some guy who had left a note on my nightstand this morning was actually going to show up. Oh please, I was probably just a momentary fling! I took a deep breath, took another floret from the box of Beef & Broccoli, and started looking at letters and following wires. It took me a few moments to realize I had a Front-Right speaker on the rear-left side of the room and vice versa. That's probably why things sounded off. So as I was about to proceed when there was a rap at the front door. He couldn't actually be here, could he? I picked up Alexandria and went to the door and peeped at the who was standing at my front porch. Long brown hair, strong jaw, broad shoulders, and though the shadows were in the way I knew they were blue eyes. Fabio had actually shown up, what now? Open the door! "Hey, you actually showed," I exclaimed sarcastically. I had to make light of the situation; again he was catching me in drabs, sweat pants and a t-shirt. "You know, most people call before showing up on someone's door." He laughed at my remark and walked in carrying two huge bags. "I don't have your number, how can I call? I hope you don't mind, but I saw these at the store and I couldn't help but buy it." Fabio plopped himself in front of Alex and opened up the first bag labeled FAO; he removed stuffed animals and toys, and placed them all over the giggling little toddler. "You really shouldn't give her so many new toys at once, but its sweet of you to get her all this." I walked around the sofa and kneeled next to them. It was such a pretty little moment, one of those perfect family moments you see on movies and TV. Oh please snap out it, you know this isn't going to last! I shook my head to clear it and curiously asked, "so what's in the other bag?" "Oh some cute little dresses and things I saw for her. I'm guessing she is not a 2T yet," he asked expectantly. "No, not yet," I responded. He had been paying attention to everything. My goodness, how much attention? Suddenly I became very aware of all my bulges and extra plumpness that I still was unable to take off from the pregnancy. No, I was not going to think of that. "So what were your plans for tonight," Fabio asked. I guess after one time of plans being changed he thought he'd better ask first. "Well, I was just rewiring my system . . . we were going to watch movies and eat Chinese food." The moment I said it I wanted to take it back. Here I was with the representation of healthy living, and I was offering Chinese take-out! Here came the alpha-male in him and just took over. He rewired everything, and I had to admit it sounded better than I had ever heard it before. We sat back with the baby between us and watched an animal movie, she laughed and giggled. Then we slipped in The Mask of Zorro, she fell asleep during it; but I thought I caught Fabio taking glances in my direction. Maybe it was just my imagination. The movie ended, "hey Fabio excuse me a bit before the next movie. I'm just going to take a the baby upstairs and get out of these sweats." So I went upstairs, put the baby to bed, changed into a black stretch pants and a green wrap blouse. Nothing fancy, but not too casual; brushed my hair, turned to go back downstairs and what should I see? He is staring at me from the doorway. "How long have you been there?" "Since the second wardrobe change," he said with a smirk. "you really didn't have to change, you looked beautiful just as you were." He called me beautiful. He's only being nice. "Shall we go back downstairs?" So we went back downstairs and watched Deep Impact. As usual I cried at towards the end when the meteors fell. "That's so sad," I cried and buried my face in his chest. . . His hard chest. He was so hot, and the nearness was making me think of doing naughty things to him. Don't push your luck! Fabio wrapped his arms and held me tight. I looked up and our eyes just locked in. I worked my way up and kissed him. I kissed him deeply, slipped my tongue in and tasted him. My fingers tangled in his hair; I then straddled him so that I was directly in front of him. I continued to kiss him and feel all of him, I found myself dry-humping him and stopped myself. "Why did you stop," he questioned. "There's clothes in the way and I want more," I responded breathlessly. He started by removing my top and kissing me down my neck I unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants. I stood up, for what I meant to be just a moment while I took off my pants. But then he took me by the hips, slowly rolled down my panties, spread my legs apart, and started eating my hot pussy. It only fueled my desire to take him into myself even more. He was very good at what he did; as a quick climax came, I couldn't stay on my legs any longer. I pushed him away back to the sofa, trailed hot kisses down his chest, and over that washboard stomach. I pulled his pants off and was greeted by his hard maleness standing straight up. I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and I could feel it pulsing in my hand. I began stroking it and he let out a soft groan. Emboldened, I lowered my mouth and took the tip in then lowered down till he reached the back of my throat. I sucked him in real hard and pulled up on him hard. I lowered down again and rolled my tongue around his hard member, and back up again. Up and down, again and again, I could hear Fabio's breathing become ragged and his fingers digging through my hair. A little longer and he bucked a little; his hot cum filling my mouth. Before he could come completely I withdrew my mouth and continued to massage him with my hands. Not to finish him off, but to keep him hard as I climbed aboard; a trick my ex-husband had taught me. "I hope you don't mind girls who make the first move," I whispered softly while slowly lowering to his rigid sex. "Per niente," he said breathlessly. He's lucky I knew a bit of Italian to know that meant he didn't mind at all. I went down all the way to the bottom and felt filled to burst. Then slowly I raised my hips back up until just the tip was left inside. Then back down and continued to rock slowly, building up my first climax. Oh sweet torture! I cried out as my first orgasm gripped me and then I laid my head against his muscled chest, listened to his heartbeat. I felt ... complete. Fabio gently laid me on the sofa while still inside me. He kissed my forehead, the tip of my nose, the gentlest kiss on the lips, chin, neck, down my chest to the valley between my breasts. I could feel his hot breath as he trailed kisses to and around one breast. He began to thrust slowly and gently to the rhythm of his kisses. As he began to kiss my other soft breast he raised up one hand and began caressing the other. Tracing soft circles around the nipple an other area of my soft mound. "Oh, that feels good," I gasped. This exclamation must have fueled something, for his kisses began to grow bolder. His thrusts became deeper and faster. His kisses became more fervent and he traded up to occasional soft bites. I felt a wild abandon building up inside and began to rock against him with the same urgency. I lifted his face up to mine and kissed him, he dipped his tongue between my lips and explored me like his cock was exploring deeply between my pussy lips. With one swift movement he lifted up one of my legs even higher on his chest and dug deeper into my inner sanctum. We came at the same time, I felt like my head was about to explode. He laid his head on my chest while we both tried to catch our breath. After a moment he lifted his head and looked at me with such care in his eyes. "Cara, did I hurt you. I'm sorry if I got carried away..." I silenced him with one finger upon his sweet lips. "You didn't hurt me. A little rough play never hurt me," I responded. "But I do think if we want to be comfortable, we should move somewhere wider before we fall to the floor." Fabio smiled that handsome smile, picked me up in his strong arms, and carried me upstairs. We continued to make passionate love the rest of the night, and then fell asleep in each other's arms. Meeting Mr Romance Ch. 03 Sunday morning I awoke to find myself alone in bed again. I half hoped he would still be in bed with me, that he didn't have to go and do something on a Sunday. Sunday . . . How fast time flies! Just yesterday it felt like it was still Friday, and now I remember I have the weekly dinner with my mother and step-father tomorrow. But I won't think of that now. No, instead I will just cuddle in my bed a while longer smelling the still lingering scent of Fabio and that he was here with me once more. I wonder if he'll still show up tonight? I heard Alexandria's laughter through the baby monitor, reality was calling. I get up and go about my daily mommy duties. Changed the baby's diaper, made breakfast, showers for both. I picked up the morning paper from the front yard and discovered that the farmer's market gathers on Sunday. Well since the house was almost done I thought it would be nice to go out and let the baby have some fresh air. "Hey baby, we are going out today," I told the baby as I started packing the baby bag. Diapers, wipes, extra outfit for just in case; wallet, keys, bottled water, and a sippy cup. I dressed her up in a pretty pink sun dress, and pulled a nice green dress for me. It had little white daisies, buttons up the front, and thin spaghetti straps. I'm rarely one for dresses, but I couldn't help buy this one when I tried it out at the store; the skirt went down to my knees and it was so 'flowy' that when I twirled the skirt would come up. I made sure to put the stroller and my canvas bag in the car and proceeded to go to the farmers market. The noise, the smells, the colors; it was all so down to earth and wonderful. I picked up some fresh produce: ripe tomatoes, fresh spinach, beautiful strawberries, the sweetest blueberries I had in years. I wonder if Fabio would like to have something fresh tonight. We strolled some more through the different craft stands. There were some nice jewelry, and hand woven baskets. My eyes were caught by some beautiful sheer scarves. How would Fabio act if I were to go to bed with him with nothing more than one of these scarves on? Would he admire it's delicate beauty? Or just toss it aside without another thought? We strolled some more through the market and picked up a few more things. Then Alexandria and I sat under a tree and had a snack of cherry tomatoes and berries before we headed back home. I thought about feeding the sweet berries to Fabio; leaning against his strong chest and bringing each sweet morsel to his mouth. That mouth whose tongue and lips had devoured me for two nights in a row…. More thoughts of Fabio had crept up while we strolled through the rest of the market. I shouldn't do that though; he's not my boyfriend and who knows if he would ever show up again. He has too, said a little voice inside my head; but why should he? We got back to the house and started on some clean up. Cleaned the floors, dusted the furniture, did the laundry; except I couldn't bring myself to change the sheets on the bed. Maybe I'll leave them on one more day, they still smell like him. As evening arrived I started wondering if he would arrive. He had come over two nights in a row, and the weekend was yet not over . . .. I fed and cleaned up the baby early, had a light dinner; it was 6pm and still no show. I grabbed a baby book and read to the baby for a while, then took a book I was reading and read for a while . . . 7:30pm, still no show. Gave Alex her cup of milk, brushed her teeth and put her to bed; went across the hallway to my room and did some yoga . . . 9pm, no Fabio. Filled up the tub with warm water and lavender scented bath salts, lit some vanilla and cinnamon scented candles, put on a CD on my nightstand radio and relaxed in the tub for a little while. After a while I proceeded to shave my legs; taking great care not to miss any spots from my ankles, all the way up to my hips. Then a little touch up in that area between my legs. Not like I wanted to shave the whole bush; just exposed the lips, but keep it a bit 'dirty' up front. I noticed happily that all the diet and exercise was actually starting to pay up; about half the stretch marks from before were disappearing. After the shaving maintenance, I lathered up the loofah with the lavender & chamomile scented bath gel. I rubbed it over my arms, my neck; down over my breasts, and belly, between my legs and then down each one. Then proceeded to wash and condition my hair. I blew out the candles as I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a fresh-out-of-the-dryer terry cloth towel. I stepped out of the master bath and look at the time . . . 10pm, I didn't hear the doorbell nor a knock at the door. I put on a satin black night gown and put on a pink sheer wrapper over it; walked downstairs while trying to dry out my damp hair in a towel and opened the front door. No car nor motorcycle in the drive, not even a card or note on the door. Went back upstairs a little heavy hearted, he wasn't coming. I changed the CD to some Japanese instrumental and brushed out my curls. I looked at the bed; I may have been tired, but I wasn't ready to go to bed just yet. Went back downstairs, pulled the strawberries and the whipped cream cheese out of the refrigerator. I sat myself on the sofa with a pillow on my lap and clicked on the TV with the remote; searching through the channels for something to watch. Bunches of infomercials, stuff I hate to watch, reruns; finally I settle on a movie on HBO, 'Ever After' and start eating the strawberries. Boy meets girl, neither put all the cards on the table at first. Secrets, conflicts, they are set apart. But then the boy comes to his senses, and goes to rescue the girl who thinks that he has given up on her… who will come rescue me? Where is my prince? Where is my champion in shinning armor? Flip the channels for something else, I don't want to think of romance. Annie is on another channel; little orphan story, a little better. Wrong, sub-plot; Daddy Warbucks has the hots for Ms. Grace Farrell. Why, why can't I have a happy ending? Tears begin to sting my eyes; trailing a hot streak down my cheeks. Why was it that every time I gave my trust, my heart, to someone; they abandoned me? My parents divorce when I was but a toddler, and I never really got to see my father afterwards. I was raised alone, no brothers or sisters, and mother always working; she didn't even get remarried until a few years ago! All the past men in my life; the cheaters, the liars, the betrayers, and the ones that left me behind.. And now him… I dumped the empty bowl in the sink, shut off the lights, turned off the TV, and set the alarm. Walked upstairs, down the hall and into my room right up to the bed. Tears still streaming down my face I yank the covers off the bed; off with the sheets, the pillow shams, everything. I took the flowers from the vase and slammed them into the trash can. I curled up on the naked mattress and cry myself to sleep. I can survive this, I can be tough. I've picked up the pieces of my shattered heart before, I can do it again. Fabio was in bed with me and was nibbling on my ear. His hand came up from behind me and dug down between my legs to the sweet spot. He had me squirming within moments as the fire and desire built up. He lifted my leg to come in from behind. I could feel his hard shaft easing in, invading me so intimately. I turned my head to kiss him . . . "Ah!" I woke up as I fell off the bed; my empty bed. The heat of sexual arousal still burned between my legs. I slid my fingers between my wet pussy lips while my thumb found and stroke my clit. I began to stroke faster as I first the waves of orgasm rolling over me. It felt good, yet still empty... ************************************************************* Monday…I washed the sheets and took out the trash. I baked an apple pie for the dinner tonight with my mother and step-father. My hair got blow dried and flat ironed the curls to semi-straight hair. That afternoon I packed up the diaper bag and got us ready to go on our trip. I dressed Alexandria up in a pink dress mom had bought her and I in lavender wrap top and medium length black skirt; my hair pulled pack with a silver clip and flowing down my back. As I loaded things and the baby into my car a familiar car pulled into my drive. Please not now, all I have to do is get into the car and go, I can't face him now. "Going somewhere," Fabio asked as he got out of the car and walked towards me. He was wearing a khaki button up shirt and black jeans; he looked so good with his hair being gently tossed by the wind. I had just finished buckling up the baby in her car seat, keys were in the ignition. Just get in the car and drive! But I couldn't make my legs move. I folded my arms across my chest and leaned against the car instead. "I'm going to dinner at my parents, we are trying to get together at least once a week," I responded trying to keep my voice calm. "That's a good thing to do," he sounded a bit disappointed. "What happened to you yesterday," the words were out of my mouth before I could stop it. Hurt and anger were bubbling up inside me, "I waited and you didn't call, you didn't show, nothing." "I can't call if I still don't have your home number," he said apologetically. "I meant to call, I was at a thing yesterday and then I went to the gym. Then I worked on one of my bikes and lost track of time, it was late at night by the time I got cleaned up and didn't want to bother you nor the baby." My goodness I could believe that, I wanted to believe it. But for all I know he had just grown tired of me and was spending the night some place else. "Look Fabio it was nice while it lasted, but we can't keep this up. I can't keep doing this. I'm not going to be your next hanger-on! I'm a nobody; no celebrity, no rich person, definitely not one of those skinny models. I'm not dumb and I know I'm not exactly the type of girl who will look perfect hanging from your arm walking down a red carpet." The words were just spilling forth, I couldn't believe I was doing this, "I need permanence. I need a guy who will be there when I wake up in the morning. I need, we need, someone we can depend on; and you have your things, I understand that. What I'm trying to say is…good-bye, and thanks for everything." With that I walked up to him to give him one last kiss on the cheek. He surprised me by taking me into his strong arms and kissing me deeply. I was lost in his embrace, his warm lips parting mine and his tongue delving deeply into my mouth. He held me close against him and felt a deep burning down between my legs as I felt him stir behind his pants. He still wants me! "Is there anything I can do to change your mind," Fabio whispered huskily for a moment while trailing kisses down my neck. Oh how I wanted to keep going! I wanted to have his hands rove all over my body once again while he thrust inside me. But no, I couldn't do that. It took every ounce of strength I had left over; one more kiss and I pulled away. "No…I got to go." I turned around and got into my car. I didn't look back because I knew I couldn't resist him. I drove off; through the streets and into the freeway, all the emotion threatening to choke me. I pulled off at the exit and parked in a busy parking lot and let it out. Just cried into the steering wheel. I could hear the baby's concerned babble, why was mommy crying. I pulled myself together, checked that my eyes weren't red in the mirror, and continued on my way. During dinner I was silent while my mother went on at things that happened at her new office and catching me up with things from the family. She noticed my silence and wondered why the faraway look. I couldn't bring myself to tell her what happened and just let it go at nothing, just thinking of projects for the house I lied. That evening I drove back home, still thinking about those lingering last moments earlier that afternoon. Wondering what would have happened if I had not driven away. Thinking about how wonderful it felt to be in Fabio's embrace. We pulled into the drive, his car was gone. As I brought the baby up the porch to the front door I heard the baby squeal and began wriggling in my arm. I put her down and she headed straight to a white teddy bear on the porch swing. There was a bouquet of roses and irises next to it with a card: If you ever change your mind, here's my phone number.