Chapter 118: 118 ~ Mira
There was an event in New York to commemorate his death. The death of the man who had murdered my father in cold blood, pushed my mother into near insanity until she tragically passed a year later leaving me and my brother to fend for ourselves at such a young age.
Yes I had just found out he helped us in different ways before he passed and even afterwards through his son but it didn’t exactly erase the damage of his revelation.
My father had an affair with Jace’s aunt. I was still trying to wrap my head around that.
I thought of calling my brother to tell him everything but some conversations were better had in person.
I was going to tell him when I saw him. When would that be? I wasn’t sure yet.
"Ready?" Jace’s voice cut through my thoughts.
I nodded.
"It’s totally understandable if you don’t want to come with me, Mira. You’re safe here."
I shook my head slowly. "No. I need the trip."
I want to be with you, I almost said. But I could never bring myself to voice that aloud because we were on shaky ground. I didn’t know where we stood anymore. At least for now.
All I knew was that we were two broken people that found our way to each other in the most unlikely way.
Bags packed, the helps rolled our suitcases out as we made it to the car downstairs that would take us to the hangar.
The ride was filled with silence. Our minds were taken over by things words could not fully describe.
When we boarded the flight and took off, we made small talk despite the fact that there was underlying tension between us.
When I felt a bit cold as the air conditioner pressed through my lounge wear, he took off his jacket and put it around me.
He made me sit beside him as he pulled me close. I sank into his warmth.
Regardless of the deepcutting silence and tension between us, he still wanted to take care of me.
I had realized he would always take care of me. No matter how mad I was, no matter how upset I made him, he would always...always come back to me.
But now I had to realize that he was just doing what his father had told him to do.
I still had so many unanswered questions. Maybe they would be found in the remaining part of the letter I hadn’t let myself read. It was too much.
Too much to take in, too much to fully grasp, too much to wrap my head around.
I felt Jace’s gaze burn into my scalp so I looked up at him. His gray eyes locked on mine for a brief second before they went to my lips.
Unconsciously, I slightly parted them. He hesitated, looking into my eyes again like he was asking for permission.
Now this was a different Jace altogether but I appreciated the change.
I nodded.
Slowly, he leaned in and captured my lips with his.
I sighed into our kiss, realizing how much I had missed his lips on mine.
Ever since the whole Massimo fiasco, he had been keeping a safe distance.
But I yearned for his touch. I just couldn’t bring myself to say anything.
When we pulled apart to breathe, he pressed his forehead to mine.
I saw it in his eyes that he wanted to say something but he decided against it.
"You’re the purest thing I have ever had." He finally rasped out.
"I’m not a thing, Romano." I bit back a laugh but my eyes danced with amusement.
"I know, I know," He sighed. "I just don’t know the right words to describe what I mean."
"I understand."
I really did.
I cuddled up next to him. He held me tighter, pressing a hot kiss to my lips that made my pussy throb.
Get it together Mira, this man is grieving!
I cautioned myself.
~
We landed in New York few hours later. It was pouring quite heavily. The flight attendant handed us umbrellas but Jace took just one, wanting me to be next to him.
"You’ll get soaked!" I exclaimed.
"I don’t mind."
He meant it.
Putting his palm on the small of my back as we trailed down the stairs, the rain soaked his white shirt before we could even make it halfway down.
I slipped into the backseat of the vehicle as the door was held open by one of his men.
He slipped in through the other side.
"You’re so stubborn. You’re going to catch a cold." I said angrily.
After taking off his jacket, I reached for his soaked shirt and tried to unbutton it.
"We’ll be home in no time, you don’t have to worry." He said, gently putting my hands down.
"Fine then. At least wear your jacket."
I gave him a no nonsense look. And with a sigh of resignation, he took the jacket I stretched towards him and slipped it on.
"Happy now?"
"Yes,"
He chuckled. I did too.
We rode in comfortable silence for the next half hour until the Romano Estate gate came into view.
It didn’t hurt my chest as much to be back here this time. Maybe it was because I no longer hated him as much as I used to.
I glanced over at him and saw that his warmth had disappeared. He had that longing look in his eye that only someone who knew him long enough could detect.
The heavy downpour had reduced to drizzles by the time the car was parked.
He slipped out through his side and held the door open for me. I took his hand as he stretched it out and stepped out of the car.
We went in and surprisingly Donna Carmela was standing there waiting for us.
"Welcome, both of you." She said with her typical slight smile.
I walked over and hugged her. She gave my arm a squeeze as we pulled apart.
"Your hair is growing out again."
Out of habit, I touched it. "I might need a haircut for tomorrow."
"I’ll send you a stylist."
I smiled in appreciation.
Just then, she turned to Jace.
I stepped aside and let them have their moment as he crouched down and hugged her.
She rubbed her hand over his hair. It was the perfect mother and son moment.
It made me miss my own mom.
I took out my phone and captured it before they could pull apart. He would thank me for this later.
We went upstairs to freshen up. We would come down for dinner afterwards.
Donna Carmela promised us a feast and I looked forward to it.
~
I took a sip of the strawberry milkshake Donna sent up for me after I came out of the bathroom.
Jace was taking off his shirt. He was on a call so he was having a pretty hard time getting it off.
I went there and helped him out.
That immediately distracted him.
"I’ll call you back." He said to the person on the other end of the line. "What are you doing?"
"Helping you out. What does it look like I’m doing?" I tried to play innocent.
Slowly I slipped the shirt off, my hands lingering on his shoulder and taut arms.
His eyes darkened.
"You’re tempting me."
"What?" I faked a gasp. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."
"Stay right here." He said and hurried off into the bathroom.
He was out of the shower in five minutes. That was record time.
"Come here," he pulled me off the couch where I was seated waiting in anticipation though I tried to hide it.
"Dinner’s waiting for us Jace," I said, pretending I wasn’t already soaking wet at the sight of his bare chest and abs.
"Fuck that. You’re what I want to eat."
I couldn’t pretend anymore.
I grabbed his face and kissed him. He carried me, wrapping my legs around his hips. His hard on poked me underneath my robe.
"On the bed or couch?"
"Anywhere." I said, panting heavily.
Jae chuckled and much to my relief, placed me on his bed.
He teased my nipples and clit for a bit underneath my robe before slipping it off.
We were too horny to consider foreplay. So horny, I didn’t mind when he slipped into me without a condom.
His lips pressed mine as his soft strokes hit me. I moaned against his mouth, my nails pressed into his back.
"Faster," I whispered.
Holding my legs up, he pulled out almost totally and slammed into me with a force I was now used to.
His thrusts hit with precision one after the other. I came in no time. Shortly another orgasm followed. My legs shook and my toes curled, and when I clenched around him, he spilled his seed into me before he could stop himself.
We were panting heavily as he pulled out and laid by my side. We both stared up at the high ceiling, trying to recover from our high when he blurted out of nowhere;
"I love you, Mira. And I’m sorry for everything you had to go through because of my father."
I stayed quiet for a long moment.
"Thank you, Jace."
Reality had set in again.
I went to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for dinner. He did same.
Silence ensued again but as we went downstairs for dinner, he spoke up.
"I ruined the moment, didn’t I?"
Taking a look at the nervous expression on his face, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
He joined in a moment later.
"Please don’t do that again." I said amid laughter.
"Now you see why I don’t talk a lot."
"I do." I said, tenderly placing my palm on his face.
I kissed him before I could stop myself.
Then I said the words that made his eyes light up like fireworks on New Year’s.
"For the record, I kinda love you too."