In My Godfather’s Bed

Enzo Ross: She looked so small sitting there, oversized T-shirt swallowing her frame, cheeks flushed from a whole lot of emotions. Embarrassment? Pain? Maybe both, maybe more. I picked up another piece of chicken and held the fork out to her. “Open.” Her lips parted just a bit hesitant this time. I fed her carefully, watching her eyes more than I should have. "God, when did you grow up?" I asked. I remembered the awkward eighteen-year-old who had stumbled into my penthouse two years ago, still shell-shocked from burying her parents. I remembered holding her when she cried herself to sleep those first few weeks but this was different. She was more mature now, the grief, the confusion, most, maybe all of it was gone. Her eyes met mine, bright and sharp, and her mouth curled into a wry little smile. "Grown?" She chuckled sourly. “Yes, you’re not the same little Tabby I used to know. You’re more mature, more grown.” That’s the word. “What should I say? Thank you.”

Tabitha: “The pancakes..” I muttered and Enzo took a step backward and for a moment his face had the most embarrassed look and he was almost red but in a flash, it was gone and he was back in front of the stove. Flipping the pancakes and setting them on the plate.The fuck just happened? Did I just think of kissing him? That was a little too intimate for my high libido body to handle. The rest of breakfast was awkward and silent at the same time. Maybe if we had kissed it would be awkward? It would have been worse.“What would you be doing this evening?” Enzo suddenly asked as he cleared the table, he’d refused me doing anything.I ransacked my head for an answer.“Probably rearranging my room, the movers didn’t do an exact great job.” I expressed and he nodded.“I’ll have some else do it, I want to show you something .” I didn’t want to say no, I’d be bored to death. I had no friends here, the only friend I had was only available through FaceTime calls and maybe some fresh air her

Tabitha: The next morning, when I opened my eyes, the first thing that hit me was not the soft morning sun that normally escaped the curtains and shone on my face. It was the memory of his mouth on mine. I instantly opened my eyes as everything started flowing through my mind. My stomach twisted as I laid there staring at the ceiling. What the hell had I done? What the hell had we done? How did I let this happen? I kissed him, I really did. Or maybe he kissed me first, but I kissed him too. God, I didn’t even know anymore. It all remained blurry yet clear in my head. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, my mind kept on drifting back to it. I remembered his soft hands, how it laid on my waist. How everything else went silent and it felt as though we were the only living thing present. And then I ran. Like a coward, unable to face him. Pulling the sheets over my head wasn’t going to magically erase the fact that I had kissed Enzo Ross. My guardian. My godfather.

Enzo: What was she doing to me? I was always in charge of everything going on in my life. In the conference room, and every part of Ross’s industries. I was known as the man who never faltered, never hesitated, never betrayed my thoughts. But somehow she managed to shake this reputation one glance at a time. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night. How her lips brushed against mine first, I could have stepped back, I could have immediately shut it down but I didn’t, instead I kissed her back for some reason I didn’t quite understand. I spent the whole night replaying and almost regretting the whole incident. My mind was unsettled, and it was hard to believe that I was not at ease. When she stepped into my office this morning. I forced myself to keep my expression blank, my words brief and my tone as professional as possible. But looking at her, the regret I once felt slowly developed into something else. I no longer felt remorseful . She wore a blue fitted dress, the hem wa