Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad by Scarlett Rossi
Chapter 393 -

*Olivia*

Waiting to hear from Gio had been hell on my fingernails; I was in the middle of biting off my pinky nail when my phone finally rang, Gio's name the one that shone on the display. I immediately jumped to answer it as Dahlia waited in anticipation next to me. Her eyes were massive with fear, and I knew my face probably looked the same.

"Hello?" I asked, praying that it would be Giovani talking to me and not someone using his phone to tell me he'd died.

"It's over," Giovani said simply.

I immediately burst into tears. I had been wound so tight, I felt like I was exploding in relief. Just hearing his voice was enough to let me know that the mission must have gone well.

"Really? And you're safe?" I sobbed into the phone.

Dahlia patted my shoulder reassuringly.

"I'm safe. We're all safe. It was very successful." He sounded so happy it made my heart squeeze.

I couldn't believe it was finally over. Dahlia and I could go back to school and not have to worry about anyone trying to hurt us.

"How soon can I see you? I need to make sure you're safe for myself," I cried.

"Head back to the compound now. We'll get there around the same time." His strong confidence helped me to regain control over my emotions. His voice always seemed to make me feel more calm.

"Okay! Okay, we'll do that! I love you, Giovani!" I practically yelled into the phone.

"I love you too, Olivia. See you soon." He hung up the phone and I turned to Dahlia. I could tell by her face that she knew it was good news.

"They're all safe! It's over!" I squealed.

She jumped up and grabbed me into a tight hug. I burst into tears all over again, and this time she cried with me. We were both so happy that all the stress of the past few months was finally over. And the best part was that our family was safe. My thoughts caught me off guard for a second. Did I really just think of Giovani's family as my own? I hoped he thought of me as a part of his family. I was in too deep; there was no getting rid of me now. "Let's go home!" Dahlia exclaimed to our guards.

They quickly turned and led us out to the car. We both piled in, still clinging to each other in our happiness and disbelief. As we rode home, we both talked about how excited we were to get back to school. "No more creepy-ass notes to worry about!" Dahlia said.

"And I can finally make friends without worrying that they're going to hurt me!" I responded.

I was thrilled that we could finally be the normal university students that we had always wanted to be. But even more than that, I was excited that Gio, and I could finally focus completely on ourselves and our relationship. I was quickly realizing that I wanted a lot more than to just be Giovani's girlfriend. I wanted to be a permanent part of his life.

We got to the compound at the same time as the guys. I hopped out of the car and sprinted to Giovani, jumping into his arms. He caught me and swung me around, then set me down before grabbing my face between his hands and kissing me. Our kiss was slow and calm, we didn't have the desperation that we'd had before, knowing that Giovani could be killed.

Tallon, Alessandro, and Dahlia embraced in a tight group hug, grateful that their sibling group remained intact.

"Alright, enough of this sappy shit," Alessandro said as he pulled away. "I need a drink!"

"You read my mind," Gio mumbled, his lips still on mine.

We all headed for the kitchen, where I was delighted to replace that the cooks had prepared a smorgasbord of desserts. Gio pulled a bottle of champagne from the fridge while Tallon grabbed glasses, and before I knew it, I was sitting at the table with a nearly overflowing glass of champagne and three different kinds of chocolate pastries in front of me.

"How did the chef know to prepare dessert?" I asked Giovani. The timing was impeccable.

"Oh, it's become a bit of a tradition every time we have a difficult mission," he chuckled. "I think James actually is the one who started it."

"Well, I'm loving it!" I exclaimed. "Now, please, tell us what happened. Dahlia and I are dying to know."

Alessandro launched into a long-winded account of how he and Tallon had led a team in the first attack, then met up with Gio and Gabriele just in time to see a man with a grenade about to kill them. I shuddered as I realized that it was sheer luck that had kept them alive.

"The fucker with the grenade ended up trying to run after we called the cops, but I shot him. He fell into the river with three solid bullet holes in him, so I'm sure he didn't last long," Alessandro continued.

"Well, I hate to say it, but good riddance," Dahlia said. "Anyone who tries to blow up my cousin deserves a horrible death."

"I can't believe Dmitri would rather die like that than just go to prison," I said, looking to Gio for insight.

"Well, guys like him don't do well in prison," Giovani responded, "especially when they've fucked with the cops as much as he has. I think he might even be responsible for a few cop deaths, and let me tell you, they do not take kindly to that. He will have a terrible time in prison."

"Good," I said honestly. "I hate him. I don't care if he rots there for the rest of his sorry life."

"Damn, feisty Olivia is out today!" Tallon teased.

"I like it," Gio said with a smile and a glint in his eye that I knew meant he'd love to see what "feisty Olivia" would do in the bedroom with him later. I reached out and grabbed his hand under the table, giving it a little squeeze. He squeezed back, then let go so he could put his hand on my thigh. The corner of his mouth quirked up in a smile. My heart melted to see him feeling so carefree. I couldn't wait to be alone together.

"Getting rid of Dmitri will send them into chaos now," Tallon said. "It'll take them a long time to recover. I think this war might really be over."

"I'll say cheers to that!" Dahlia exclaimed, lifting her glass wildly. Champagne sloshed over the side, but we didn't care.

All of us stood slightly so that we could clink our glasses against hers. I pressed my glass against my lips and took a long swig, loving how the bubbles tickled my tongue.

"Alright, I need something stronger," Gio declared, his glass already empty.

He stood up to go get the whiskey he kept in his office, and I stood to go with him.

“I'll help you," I said, wanting a few minutes alone with him.

Dahlia wolf-whistled as we walked out, but I couldn't bring myself to care. I needed some time with my man and I wasn't ashamed to say it.

The second we were in his office, he shut the door and pressed me up against the wall, his breath hot against my neck as he licked and nipped his way from my jawbone to my clavicle. His hands found their way up my shirt and cupped my breasts beneath my bra, squeezing them just enough to send a thrill through me.

Without even thinking, I dropped to my knees in front of him. My desire for him was overwhelming. I couldn't do anything else, I needed to taste him, to reassure myself that he was real, that he was safe.

I unzipped his pants and quickly freed his cock before pulling it into my mouth. Without hesitation, I took his length as well as I could and wrapped my hand around the base of his shaft, working him with wild movements. He leaned his head back and groaned before tangling his hand in my hair and using his grip to gently move my head how he wanted. Feeling his desire for me was an incredible turn-on. I moaned against him, loving every second of this. It was exactly what we both needed.

I could feel his entire body tightening as he came closer and closer to orgasming, but instead of letting himself come, he leaned over and pulled me up, then turned around to lean me over his desk. I laid against the smooth wood and let him yank my pants and underwear down, gasping when my pussy was exposed to the cool air. I loved being splayed out for him like this.

Taking him in my mouth had turned me on beyond belief; I knew that I was soaking wet and ready for him, and I was right. Without hesitation, he pressed his cock deep inside me. I pressed my fist against my mouth to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure. His length filled me so perfectly, it felt like we'd been made for each other.

He steadied my hips with his hands and pumped into me so fast I was overwhelmed with sensation. Holding me with one hand, he reached the other around my thigh to start working tight circles around my clit with his finger. He timed his hand perfectly with his thrusts so that I was almost immediately on the verge of orgasm.

"I'm so close," I whispered against the desk, unable to catch my breath enough to speak at a regular volume.

"Me too, baby," he murmured, then sped up his movements so that I was unable to even think straight.

So quickly I couldn't believe it, we had both reached our climax together. Giovani leaned over and murmured, "I love you" in my ear as we finished.

After he withdrew, I lay on the desk for a few moments longer, loving the lingering feeling that our quickie had given me. Gio quickly straightened himself up behind me, then helped me pull my clothes back on. We both looked each other up and down to make sure we were presentable.

Giovani grabbed the bottle of whiskey from his mini bar and reached out his hand so we could go back to the group and pretend like nothing had happened.

To their credit, nobody said a word when we sat back down at the table. It probably helped that Giovani had grabbed an incredibly expensive bottle of whiskey and was giving everyone a very generous pour. After just one sip of the smooth whiskey, I could feel myself growing giggly and lightheaded. Dahlia smiled at me, knowing just how easy it was to get me drunk.

We spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, reminiscing on our childhoods and enjoying each other's company. Finally, it felt like we could all afford to truly relax, not just try to replace a distraction, but actually relax and enjoy ourselves.