16 comments/ 45583 views/ 62 favorites A Confusing Love By: feelinglove I leaned over the old roman balcony, taking solace in the fact that nobody knew where I was. The chilly morning air danced over my skin as I leaned closer towards the edge, taking in the ultramarine water. I would have to take a swim sometime today, enjoy the beauty while it lasted. The knock at the door pulled me away from my internal peace; I whispered a curse to the intruder. I constricted my waist with the straps of my robe slowly making my way to the door. The door did not have a peep-hole and I cursed again. "Who is it?" I said to the closed door. When no reply came I asked the question again letting frustration seep into the words. "Just open the door." I froze when I heard the voice. I couldn't believe that I talked myself into believing that he wouldn't be able to find me. And he actually came himself. He didn't send one of his workers to fetch his precious thing. "Victoria." I debated ignoring him, but with a sigh I turned the lock and let him open the door. I walked back to balcony, closing the French doors; I didn't want my sanctuary ruined by the impending horrible conversation. I turned around to stare at his masculine figure as he sat in the frilly pink living room chair. His dark blue eyes looked around my room, stopping when he got to me. He slowly looked up my body, pausing at my lips, and then moving on to my eyes. I couldn't help but feel chills, his square jaw flexing at my silence. "Victoria," he sighed again. I didn't realize that I still stood by the door, for some reason that felt like the safer option. Realizing that I wasn't going to come to him or make the effort to start conversation, he lifted himself off the chair and took two steps toward me. I moved to the side, crossing my arms. I did not want to deal with him today or any other day for that matter. I was done. Done with this life he pulled me into. The hurt at me moving away from him flashed over his face for just a second before he composed his face to a more stern expression. "You can't keep running away. You have responsibilities back home, Victoria. Our flight leaves at 10, you should get ready to go." I couldn't believe he had the audacity to tell me what to do. He knew who I was, the power I held. I did whatever I wanted, when I wanted. No guy was going to tell me otherwise, even if this guy was a mafia king. "No." I replied, staring him down. There was no way I was going to give in. Our friendship always felt like a competition, most of the time he won, but when I had my mind set on something there was absolutely no give. "Don't fuck with me, Victoria. We're going home and that's all there is to say about it." It seemed like neither of us were going to give up. He stalked into my room, slamming my suitcase on the bed, and began pulling clothes out of the dresser. I stood in the doorway and watched. He was a fool if he thought that I would give up so easily. "You can pack all the clothes you want, hell you can take them. But I am not going back to New York until I am ready Damian. Did you hear me? I won't leave until I am ready." My voice was stern. There was no wavering and I knew that he would not take being talked down to well. He stopped packing and leaned over the suitcase. His muscles constricted as he tightly gripped the sides. He was trying to calm down. It didn't work. He turned and came at me so fast I wasn't even able to move away quick enough. He grabbed by my arms and gave me a glare I should have been afraid to see. But I was determined. Set on the idea that this man was not going to sway me into his way. I am Victoria Austen. I am Victoria Austen. He pulled me up against a wall and pinned me with his lean, muscular body. The anger was still there, but he loosened his grip on my arms and stared me straight in the eyes. "Why are you being so stubborn? I'm trying to help you and you know it. This is not healthy, taking off to random countries when you don't want deal with your problems." "I wasn't running. I was taking a break. It's not really any of your business anyway." The softness that was working its way back into his features was wiped away. "It is my fucking business. You're my..." he trailed off and looked away. "Your what, Dom? Your girlfriend?," I laughed and pushed his body away from mine. "I'm more like your fuck buddy, you prick. Isn't that what you said just before I left? Isn't it? Why the fuck aren't you answering?" He looked like a little boy. I had shamed him and I didn't feel bad for it. "Look, Tor, I was drunk and having a shitty day. I apologized, more than once. How long are you going to hang that over my head? I love you Victoria. Isn't that enough?" I hated when he pulled the love card. Especially because he was so sincere; I couldn't doubt the adoration in his voice whenever he verbally acknowledged his love for me. I looked at my arms seeing his finger marks still dug into my milk chocolate skin. Was his love enough? I looked up at him, confused. For once in my life I wasn't sure. A Confusing Love Ch. 01 Hello readers! I'm sorry for the long wait; I personally hate it when a story takes forever to be updated. But I couldn't help but read some of your comments and I didn't even know who Soular was until you guys mentioned it. I'm new to Literotica and I have no intention of ripping off another writers work. The plot that I have written is far from the story line of "Seven Days" and I will make sure that it continues to stay that way. Oh and the person that I originally wrote this short story for is named Victoria. Enjoy! ~ There she was looking back at me like I had presented her with the most difficult question of her adult life. The stubbornness in her eyes went away and she dropped her weight, making her stand less sure of herself. He did not like not seeing his Tor like this. He had to fix the mess he just made. He stepped up to her and lifted her chin with his finger. "Baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said. It's not true and never was. I've always wanted to be with you. Always." He palmed her face and moved his other hand to her hip; gently pulling her closer to his body. He looked down at her beautiful face, taking in her big black eyes, thick eyelashes, and full lips that were begging for a kiss. He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers, letting out an, "I love you", before giving her lips what they were begging for. She accepted it and soon they fell into an old routine that neither of them wanted to break out of. He loved how she let him be the dominant one. Almost instantly he had her robe off, caressing her breasts, and making slow kisses down her neck. He would make her forget every stupid word he had said. Tonight he would focus on her. ~ I could feel his tongue slowly making its way down my body. Walking me backwards until my knees hit the bed. I opened my legs to his hungry mouth and watched as he licked the top of my clit. I shuddered in response, trying to push his head deeper into that sweet spot. He made a few long, slow licks then inserted two thick fingers while his other hand massaged my button. "Mmm, Dom...please...please don't stop." I groaned in pleasure. He mumbled a reply and the vibrations of his voice made me arch my back off the bed. He started to move his fingers faster as my breathing increased. I couldn't hear what he was saying but the vibrations were taking me to a whole other place. I was completely gone when he pulled back and blew on my clit, followed by a quick lick. I rode out my climax to the deep timbre of his voice. Only when I had come back to earth did I realize how easily I had succumbed to his will. I stared at the ceiling of the hotel room as he got off the floor and came to my side, trying to coax me into a second round. God, was I stupid. This relationship was leading nowhere. I had to have him lick my pussy to realize that. "You should go. The flight back to New York leaves at 10 right?" He looked at me as if I had pushed a knife through his gut. I got up from the bed and pulled on my robe, walking back out to the living room to check my phone. I had forty missed calls, most of them were from my VP of operations, and the rest were from him. I turned around and saw him standing at the opposite end of the room; he clearly wanted to kill me. I went over to the door and opened it expectantly, waiting for him to leave. He glared at me one more time before storming past the doorframe. When he was gone I let go of a huge breath I didn't know I had been holding. I looked at my phone and decided to give my VP and his staff a call. Damian was right about one thing, I couldn't run away from my company. I looked at the time, grabbed my laptop and began making calls. ~ What the fuck? What the motherfucking of fuck just happened? Damian thought as he left the hotel. Damn her and her fucking need to come to Malta. He always hated this island and he was livid at the thought of leaving it without her. His driver opened his door as he tried to fix his hair and D&G suit. He didn't even know why he hadn't blown up at her over the shit she just pulled, kicking him out after he had...wanted to make up. Fuck! If he couldn't persuade her to come back, he would have to physically force her.