I meandered through traffic, regretting not checking Anna抯 text. Where would a French Casanova like Maurice take Anna? Probably some cozy nook where he could put his paws all over her.
Fuck, and what if something happened to her? I抎 never forgive myself.
I headed for the Eiffel Tower first. Too many people had gathered on the grass below the steel construct, drinking wine and chatting despite the cold. I didn抰 see Anna anywhere. I jumped back on the Vespa and raced away. One of the most romantic places at night was the area around Notre Dame, especially the Seine embankment.
When I dismounted the Vespa at my destination, I followed my gut. It didn抰 take me long to find a place where many couples had gathered with a view of the church and the Seine to get it on.
I didn抰 see Anna anywhere though. I searched the area for another hour until I gave up and headed toward Montmartre. But I didn抰 find her there either. Panic was starting to set in.
If I didn抰 find Anna until the morning, I had to consider calling Dante so he could organize help. I couldn抰 risk waiting too long before I rang the alarm. If she抎 been kidnapped, every hour mattered. And calling the police was out of the question.
It was four in the morning when I headed back to the apartment. My shirt stuck to my sweaty body and my veins were still pulsating with adrenaline.
I parked the Vespa in the street and froze when I spotted Anna in front of the building. She didn抰 have keys, so of course she had to wait in front of it. I stalked toward her, torn between overwhelming relief and fury.
Anna抯 lips were puffy as if she抎 spent the night glued to Maurice抯 lips, or worse?The mere idea made my blood pump with jealousy and rage.
揧ou抮e lucky I抦 supposed to protect you, or I抎 kill you!?I growled as I grabbed her arm, unlocked the door and dragged her upstairs.
To my surprise, Anna followed along without much protest.
I released her once we were in our apartment and away from curious eyes. 揥here the hell have you been??
揧ou抮e in a foul mood. Didn抰 the French-Wench cheer you up? She gave you her Vespa as a thank you, I suppose.?
揥here the hell were you??I got in her face, so very close to exploding. I immediately smelled the alcohol on her breath. 揂re you drunk??
She grinned. 揗aybe. I think we shared two bottles of very delicious wine.?
I gritted my teeth. 揧ou met with Maurice??
揑 did. Why should you be the only one to have fun??
I抎 find the fucker and chop off his head. 揥hat happened??
I wasn抰 even sure why I was asking. Anna抯 lips were swollen, her hair tousled and her blouse buttoned the wrong way. Even an idiot could guess what she抎 been up to with Maurice. Maybe I should have expected it. Anna was an eighteen-year-old who finally got a taste of freedom. She抎 been trying to seduce me for weeks梙ell, months now梠f course, she抎 eventually find someone else who抎 scratch her itch.
Regret tasted bitter in my mouth. Why did I not take her up on her offer? Why did I have to act noble when I decidedly wasn抰？
Anna smiled crookedly. 揑t抯 the city of love, what do you think happened??
I nodded, bottling up my rage as deeply as I could even when I wanted to roar. Anna wasn抰 mine, had never been, and would never be, but my heart didn抰 care. I was jealous.
揑 hope it was worth pissing me off. Because from this day on, I won抰 leave you out of my sight for a second.?
揑s that so??
I didn抰 say anything only glared at her, even if it hurt looking at her when the proof of what she抎 done with Maurice screamed at me. I hadn抰 hooked up with anyone in more than a month now because Anna had wormed her way into my head and wouldn抰 leave.
Anna shrugged. 揂ll right.?She began unbuttoning her shirt.
揥hat are you doing??
揑f you抣l follow me wherever I go, I might as well undress right here.?
Still not done playing?
I didn抰 react.
Anna opened her blouse, revealing one of those lacy bras I always saw laying around in the bathroom. She then pulled down the zipper at the back of her skirt and let the piece of clothing drop to the floor. In only her underwear, she was a sight to behold. But I didn抰 give her the satisfaction, of checking out every inch of her body, even if I wanted to. I had seen her naked, had memorized every inch of her body.
揑抦 heading into the bathroom now,?she said, turning around, presenting round ass globes to me. She bent forward to pick up her skirt. The string of her thong between her ass cheeks teased me and barely covered her pussy.
I could have had this, if I hadn抰 been trying to be a virtuous idiot. Now Maurice had had his paws all over this amazing ass, and I had pushed Veronique away.
Maybe I should go down to her. She抎 probably still let me in for a fuck even after I抎 turned her down before. I could fuck the anger out of my system, could fuck Anna out of my system.