I hadn’t seen Massimo for the days now because he was busy with work, but the fact that he called me every night at twelve, without fail, was enough to keep me going.
Luciana was out with Tony and some of their friends tonight. She had been kind enough to invite me to join them, but then that would have meant that I missed Massimo’s call tonight, so politely declined. Instead, I had a takeaway dinner of Chinese noodles in front of the TV, watching an all-time classic: She’s The Man.
I was nearly halfway through the movie when my phone vibrated with a call on the coffee table. I must have broken a record with how quick I was to pick it up, accept the call and plaster my phone to my ear.
“Ciao, Cara. How are you this evening?” Massimo greeted me immediately as he always did, though I couldn’t help but pick up on how tired he sounded tonight.
“I’m doing great. Just watching a movie,” I told him. “You sound tired.”
“That’s because I am tired,” Massimo sighed, but then his words were cut off by a loud yawn.
“You should get some sleep,” I murmured, starting to feel rather tired myself.
“I wish I could,” he sighed again. “But I’ve still got a ton of work to do tonight before I can even think about getting in bed.”
“Can’t it wait till tomorrow?” I asked, my lips tugging down at the corners.
“It probably can, but I have a shit ton of work to do tomorrow as well,” Massimo groaned.
“So, you’ll be busy tomorrow?” I asked, trying to hold back the disappointment from seeping into my voice.
“Yes,” he sighed again, seemingly growing more and more tired with each passing second.
“Too tired to do something with me tomorrow?”
“I’ll never be too tired or too busy for you tomorrow,” he murmured, and I could hear the barely-there smile in his voice. “Give me a time and place, and I’ll make it happen.”
“I just wanted to hang,” I told him, gnawing on my bottom lip as I continued watching Amanda Byne’s shove a tampon up her nose as she pretended to be her brother. “Don’t worry about it. We can hang another time.”
“Cara,” Massimo called out to me, not sounding pleased. “I said I’ll make time for you. Always.”
“And I don’t want to inconvenience you.”
“You could never inconvenience me, Cara. I like being around you, and I’m annoyed that my work and schedule has stopped us from seeing each other these past few days. I’m really glad that you suggested that we carve out some time tomorrow. I really want to see you.”
“I want to see you too,” I was quick to agree, my heart warming at his words.
“How bad?” he chuckled, his voice low and dangerous.
“Bad enough to ask you to stop working for tonight and come over here?” I grinned into the phone, cheekily testing the waters.
“To spend the night?” he asked, and I could hear the grin in his voice as well.
“And maybe even the morning, too.”
Massimo groaned, and I chuckled at the sound. “You’re killing me here, Cara. How about we meet in the middle?”
“Keep talking,” I prompted him, my interest piqued.
“Let me finish off this one thing I’m working on right now, and then I’ll be all yours till around midday tomorrow. How does that sound?” Massimo asked in a low voice, the sound going straight to my greedy pussy which clenched in anticipation.
“Since I don’t have any classes tomorrow, that sounds amazing,” I grinned, my lips turning up in excitement at the corners. “If you’re a good boy, I’ll take you out for breakfast in the morning.”
“We both know you like me bad, Cara,” Massimo chuckled, pinning the tail right on the donkey. “I’ll be a little late though.”
“How late are we talking?”
“Probably an hour,” he told me. “Maybe an hour and a half, but I’ll try to be as quick as possible.”
I glanced at the clock. It was already past midnight, and while I was usually quite the night owl, I worked the morning shift at work this morning and then went straight to my afternoon class after that.
“I have to admit, I might be asleep by the time you get here. I had an early morning, and then a really long day as well.”
“I won’t wake you, Cara,” Massimo promised me. “But I’ll definitely be there, holding you when you wake up in the morning.”
“Alright. I’ll remember to unlock the door for you before I head to bed,” I mused aloud, more so for my benefit than his own.
“You don’t need to unlock the door,” Massimo was quick to deny.
“Then how are you going to get inside?” I asked, my eyebrows furrowing together in the middle. “If I leave the door unlocked, then I won’t need to get up and open the door for you when you finally get here.”
“I’ll pick the lock.”
“Why does it sound like you this isn’t the first time you’ve picked a lock before?” I chuckled, my curiosity piqued.
“I’ll tell you all about it one day, Cara,” Massimo laughed before the sound turned serious. “There’s something that I’ve been meaning to ask you, Cara.”
“You can ask me anything, Massimo,” I told him, caught off guard by how surprised he sounded.
Too tired to continue watching the movie, I turned off the TV and retreated to my bedroom. My bed was a far more comfortable place to be while I listened to Massimo’s deep, husky voice serenade me until I eventually fell asleep.
“Have you been finding any more of those papers?” he asked, still very serious. “The ones with the numbers on them.”
“No, I haven’t,” I denied and almost as if fate had lined up perfectly, something crunched underneath my feet. I gulped at the sound and stilled for a moment.
I didn’t need to glance down to know what it was.
Unfurling the paper, I saw the number five written on it. There were another two balls surrounding it, and they both read six and seven. Massimo had found the number eight when he had last been here, so it appeared that I was meant to receive one every day. And if that were the case, then why was I only discovering numbers six and seven today along with the five?
What was going on here? Where had these crumped-up balls of paper come from?
When I had first come across the first few numbers, I hadn’t thought much of it. I had thought even less on it when I hadn’t found any numbers the past two days, but it appeared that they were somewhere in my room the whole time and I had simply missed them.
Surely this wasn’t something stupid I’d done while I was drunk. This couldn’t have been me…but if it wasn’t me, then who was leaving these numbers for me?
“Cara?” Massimo called out to me in a questioning voice.
“Sorry, what did you say?” I asked, his voice snapping me out of my thoughts.
“I asked if you had received any more numbers,” he repeated himself.
“I just found them,” I murmured to him in a small voice.
“What number is on the paper this time?” Massimo asked, sounding gravely serious.
“Five, six, and seven.”
Silence sounded from his end of the call, and I had to glance down at the screen to make sure that I hadn’t accidentally ended the call.
“Massimo?” I called out to him, not quite sure why he had gone silent like that all of a sudden. “Are you still there?”
“I’m still here. Don’t worry, Cara. I’ll be there with you soon. Now be a good girl for me and get to bed. I want you nice and refreshed in the morning for what I have planned for you. And then you can take me out for that breakfast you promised me.”
The way he was suddenly rushing to hang up was a little strange, but I didn’t give it too much thought. Not when I knew that the sooner we hung up, the sooner Massimo would be able to get back to his work and finish it before he could come over here. The notion that I would wake up in Massimo’s arms warmed me immensely, and when I eventually fell asleep, scrolling through Instagram, I couldn’t wait for morning to come.
Except, I woke up before morning could come round.
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04.02.2022
