Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 207 -

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I wished James's words on replaceing someone else to be the Don were more reassuring. Giovani, based on how he spoke, sounded promising, sure. But I still wanted to get out of here. The more I thought about the charity idea, the more I knew we should do it.

Staring at the kettle of tea on the stove, I let out a soft sigh and reached up to rub at my temples. I really hoped James would listen to me. Hopefully, my research and gathering of pictures would actually help my case so he'd begin to see my point.

He was being so stubborn and just didn't understand. No doubt, even if he did replace Giovanni as a good successor, the problems would continue while we stayed here.

That wasn't the only reason why I wanted to go to Guatemala anymore, though.

When the kettle began to whistle, I took it off of the stove and poured myself a cup of tea. Then, I began walking toward the nursery, wanting to visit the kids. I entered the room, smiling at the squeals of joy that met me.

Currently, Sophia was playing with Daliah, bouncing her around on the floor before shaking some tantalizing toys in front of her face. The toddler made grabbing motions for the toys and was eventually given them. Alessandro, meanwhile, hobbled over to me, getting steadier on his feet each day. He waved both of his hands and said, "Mama! Mama! Mama!" Then, after a pause, he giggled and said, "Fuck!"

Sophia looked up, having a laugh at that word. Her eyes twinkled as she looked up to me and gave a wave. "Becca!" she said, giving a smile.

"Hey, Sophia!" I said with as much enthusiasm, overjoyed that the atmosphere in the room, with the kids, was so bright. I was relieved by how well she was doing with the kids. She just continued to blow me away with how in tune she was with them.

She really would have been a great mother. It was still strange to see her this way considering she was a businesswoman who managed a multi-million dollar company, though it was also a pleasure to see her enjoy herself so much around the kids.

"You look well rested today! The kids have been a joy. No major problems. They do have an appointment with the doctor in a couple of days, but that's just a checkup," Sophia said, causing my smile to widen.

"Wonderful! Thank you so much for this, Sophia, really. I haven't made any headway with a nanny yet, but now I can take my time and make sure I replace the right person," I said. Sophia nodded, chattering about how the kids were doing for a bit before moving on to another subject.

She placed Dahlia into her playpen with a few of her favorite toys, then eyed my tea. I asked, "Want me to bring you a cup?" She nodded, and I left to go get her some tea from the kitchen. We'd have a chance to chat a bit while playing with the kids.

After I brought in some tea for her, we sat down at a small table. Alessandro bounded over to me and made grabby hands, indicating he wanted to sit with me. I chuckled and swooped my son into my arms, leaving a very gentle kiss on his forehead.

"Hi sweetheart," I said to him. He gave me a kiss on the cheek back, giggling and pointing to Sophia. No doubt, he was excited to play with her too, but also wanted to spend some time with me. Something I was definitely going to do! Sophia asked, "Have you tried chipping away at James again regarding your charity idea?" I winced and nodded, avoiding her gaze. She furrowed her brow, her smile turning sad. "Still not taking to it, huh?"

"No," I said. "But I did some research and printed out some pictures. I'm hoping James will have a heart and crack that way. We fought so hard for Alessandro, who otherwise would have a horrible life. Surely he'll understand." "I hope so," Sophia said. "I'll be sad to see you both go so soon, especially since these kids are a ball, but that's an important decision that will help so many people, Becca. You have such a warm heart."

"Thank you," I said, beaming at her. "I've been doing all the proper research for it, too. It's... a lot. I need to make sure I don't center it all around me and keep my goal of helping those kids, above all, in mind, while also caring for my family. I've read a lot of horror stories."

"Oh? Of what sort? Trying to adapt there, or something else?" Sophia asked.

I shook my head, staring off into the distance in thought for a moment. "No, people going to start charities there and centering themselves, making it seem like our culture is better than theirs, and being very obtrusive. I need to work with locals for what's best. I'm a bit embarrassed about the pictures, and how I'll be using them, but, well," I said with a sigh.

"Embarrassed? Why?" Sophia asked.

"Well, if I were a parent in that situation, I don't think I'd want people to use pictures of my son like that," I said. I looked into Alessandro's eyes. His smile was radiant, and he reached up to poke my nose at my look. I couldn't help but smile at that.

"I see," Sophia said, then let out a low chuckle. "Oh, Becca. Look at you! So much research and care. You really do want to see this come through. I hope James sees how important this is to you. You're researching this thoroughly, and that's so important."

I nodded, encouraged by her words. Hopefully, indeed, James would see it. I played with the kids for a few hours more and chatted with Sophia before leaving her with them so I could return to research again.

However, I ran into James on my way back to my room. He wore a focused expression, no doubt still fixated on the Ronaldo situation. He gave me a cautious smile, knowing my fuse was a bit shorter lately, no doubt.

"Hi James," I said, trying to keep my tone from sounding too short. He walked up to me and left a soft kiss on my lips, which admittedly felt wonderful. Those sparks that rushed through me at each kiss never went away. He leaned away and said, "Hello, Becca. How has your day been?"

"It's been wonderful. Sophia and I were with the kids, and she's been such a joy. I wanted to show you something, though. I'm assuming you haven't thought much more about Guatemala?" I asked, now frowning at his exasperated sigh. "Not really. I really don't understand your draw to it. Again, we'll need to adapt to something entirely new," he said, motioning around the house. "We're settling in here quite well, I thought, and like I keep emphasizing, I'm taking care of the Don and Ronaldo issue."

"Maybe you'll understand my draw when I show you what I'm talking about. Just sit here on the couch and wait for me, okay?" I asked hopefully. He resigned with a nod, probably figuring he could argue a bit better after I had my say in this. I'd show him.

I entered my room, snatching up several papers from my desk and organizing them. I put the more mild ones first, wanting to build up to the most destitute children rather than feed everything to him at once. Then, I entered the living room again and sat on the couch.

"James," I began, "these children are in desperate need, and I've been doing a lot of research on this subject. I really want to help them and make a difference. I have all this money now, and we'll live very comfortably. You can still run a business there, and all."

"Not easily," he replied, finally accepting some of the papers and looking through them. He studied the one on top, moving it to the back, his eyes narrowing the further he got. I noticed a sad frown settle on his face and grow as he got to the worst of them.

"Those are the kids we'd be helping," I said firmly. "We've been so busy and wrapped up in everything that we don't realize we can use our wealth to help people like this in need. Children the same ages as Alessandro and Dahlia." "I see," James said with a sigh. He went through the papers again, then a third time, in silence. I could tell he was softening to the idea, even if just a little. After a while, he shook his head. "It's such a big change, Becca. I don't know." "You'll think about it more, though. Right?" I asked, staring him down with a determined look. I really wasn't going to budge on this, and I wanted him to know it. Now, hopefully, he'd start to slowly inch toward my side on this. "Yes," he said, and I could tell he meant it. At that answer, I smiled and snatched the papers out of his grasp, leaning forward and giving him a kiss. The kiss lasted for a while and deepened, especially as I began to explore his mouth with my tongue.

After I broke the kiss to breathe, James dove in for more, locking his lips with mine and doing some exploring of his own. I moaned into his mouth and felt his cock twitch in his pants. I was definitely starting to realize I needed the Italian Stallion within me.

His hands began to slip into my shirt, unclasping my bra. With that loosened, he began to fondle my breasts, massaging them gently at first before growing a bit rougher. Now, my moaning against the kiss grew even more hungry. James began grinding against me, pressing me onto the couch and feeling me up with even more intensity. I broke the kiss and let out a whimper, saying, "James, make love to me. Please. I need you." This caused him to let out a low, lustful grunt.

The only time he let up was to lean over and remove my shirt and my bra. He did the same with his shirt, then moved on to our pants. After just a minute, we were entangled with one another on the couch in our private part of the house once again.

James leaned down and began to kiss my neck, causing me to whimper with want. Eventually, he began to nibble and suck on it, giving me a tantalizing hickey that felt wonderful. During this, his hand dragged down my body and began to play with my p*ssy.

His thumb rubbed at my cl*t, causing me to let out a cry, wanting more. He gave me just that, entering with one finger, then two, then three. Soon, he was moving his hand in and out vigorously. I was growing wetter and wetter the rougher he grew. "James," I gasped. "Let me ride you. Now. Please."

He obliged, and soon I was on top of him, lowering myself on his ready c*ck. As I was impaled, I let out a loud moan, wiggling my hips to get the full feel of his size completely filling me up. I continued to ride the Stallion, my fevered movements sending ripples of pleasure through my body.

"That's it, baby, ride me. Ride me. Take all of me," he encouraged, a few moans escaping his lips.

Then, he let out a few grunts and groans as I rode him, biting his lip and clearly resisting the urge to release early. My ass bounced right along with my breasts as I took him, riding him harder and harder. I loved it rough, and so did he. The build-up was exquisite. My body shook as I let out a cry, and waves of bliss crashed into me as I climaxed. James released at the same time, filling me with his seed in the most delicious of ways.

F*ck, it felt good to ride the Stallion once again. Eventually, I removed myself from him and collapsed beside him, reaching up to grab a blanket and cover us both. "Mmm... that was wonderful, James," I whispered into his ear. We fell asleep together, entwined and drunk with pleasure.