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Antonio was sitting at his desk when his phone began to ring. He knew who was calling and without looking, picked up.
"Demetri," he said, enthusiastically.
"We have a problem." Demetri quickly declared, in a serious tone.
"What do you mean we have a problem?" Antonio questioned with concern.
"Analisa shared some information with Zemora."
"Shit," Antonio said aloud. "What exactly did she share?" He charged.
"Something about destiny. Look, I'm not sure of the details because Analisa stormed out of the room during our argument before I got the chance to question her further."
Antonio exhaled loudly with frustration. How could Analisa risk exposing the matter they all knew was to be kept a secret until the timing was right. Especially since Zemora barely knew him and not to mention all that transpired last night.
She wasn't supposed to find out like this. God, he could kill her. But that wouldn't go over so well with his friend, so he quickly dismissed the thought.
"Yeah, me too," Demetri said in agreement, sensing what he was thinking, and knowing his friend would never do that.
"Look, you should come over so we can figure this out," Demetri went on to advise. "We need to find out exactly what was said," he finished.
"I'm on my way," Antonio said before hanging up abruptly. Grabbing his keys, he left his villa and went to go meet them.
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An hour later, he was standing in Demetri's suite. Analisa was coming out of the bedroom as the men made their way into the living area.
Demetri called for her to come sit down so they could question her about what happened.
"So, what did you tell her?" Antonio asked hastily, after pouring himself a drink.
Sitting there under both of their scrutinizing eyes, she knew to fess up and fess up fast.
"Zemora had called me over," she began. Twisting her fingers now, she resumed. "She said she needed to talk to me about something and to come over right away. So I did. When I got there, she seemed unsettled. I thought maybe it had something to do with you." Eyeing Antonio with a nod of her head.
Antonio took another sip of his drink and then motioned for her to continue with his glass.
"At first she was hesitant to tell me what the matter was, and after several minutes of me trying to get it out of her, she...um...she said..." Tripping over her words, she went quiet. She wasn't sure how to tell them the rest of the story without giving out the intimate details of her friend's confession. The men sensed her hesitation, and that's when Demetri said, "Analisa, now is not the time to keep secrets," he warned. "You already told one. You might as well tell another," he finished, sneeringly.
"But I can't tell you guys, you don't understand!" She pleadingly asserted. "Yes, you can and you will," was his final warning. She knew he could find out, and she didn't want to go through that. So, after giving them both the meanest, most resentful look she could conjure up, she proceeded to tell them the rest of the account.
Minutes later, Demetri interrupted her with, "I'm missing the part where you tell her it's destiny," coldly, unfazed by the details she'd just shared. Antonio, on the other hand, was grinning darkly within, showing evidence of his arousal for the briefest of moments. Analisa could relate to his undisclosed arousal when she first heard the details, being reminded of her own experiences with Demetri.
She remembered the all too vivid dreams she used to get and how she was always in a state of arousal, knowing the only one who could quench her desires was Demetri. Analisa quickly sensed early on that she would never be with another man again.
And after their first intimate escapade, it sealed that truth forever. The way he ravished her body inside and out, the way he would make her come with one stroke of his finger after teasing her for hours, and how multiple orgasms would ensue when they'd finally fuck or make love.
The current situation became disquieting as she desperately tried to avoid the sexual thoughts and get to the important part of the conversation.
She snapped out of her reverie when Demetri commanded her to answer.
"So after she told me all of THAT..." Stressing on that last word, Analisa continued, "Zemora asked me if that was normal." "And..." Demetri interjected again, waving his hand, as he was growing more impatient.
Analisa went on without further hesitation. "Well, I told her it was. Then she asked me what that meant, almost as if she knew there was a meaning behind my answer, and then I blurted out destiny. I quickly realized what I'd said, and then I left."
Demetri had a look of irritation on his face before speaking up again.
"So, which part of the story warranted you telling her that?" He asked with puzzled sarcasm as he waved one hand in the air.
Analisa stared blankly at him at a loss for words. There was no part warranting her to share that with her friend but felt Zemora wanted to know. And that's what she tried explaining to him.
"The fact of the matter is you were told not to tell her anything about this, Analisa," Demetri scolded. "And you did," he snapped, harshly.
It was like Antonio was no longer in the room as the conversation began to get heated between the two.
"I was just trying to help her! I didn't want to lie to her again, and I believed that she could handle it and so I told her. What is the big damn deal?" She asked, angrily, looking back and forth between the men.
"That's not the point, Ana'. The point remains we agreed not to tell her until the timing was right. It was enough that she saw what we did, but to add to it and tell her what you did, and why you did it, was very foolish!"
Analisa felt like a little girl under Demetri's glare. She knew he was right, but she felt that what she did was right too. So she wasn't backing down, at least not in front of them she wouldn't.
"Okay, you two." Antonio's accented voice cut in, hoping to calm them down and help prevent further argument. He understood Demetri's frustration, though. There was a lot at risk. Analisa didn't fully realize the gravity of the situation, so he couldn't stay angry at her either.
"I'm sorry," she said, insincerely, throwing her hands in the air. "But that's my sister. I'm not going to lie to her again," she said pointing at them both. Turning to walk away, she stopped herself suddenly and faced them again to make another point. "Oh, and might I add, rather than questioning me about why I told her and what I said, why don't you ask yourselves why hasn't Zemora packed her bags and gone running?"
Not waiting for their response, she stormed off, leaving them both standing there pondering her unspoken point as the two watched her disappear around the corner.
"Analisa is right," Antonio spoke out finally. Quickly adding, "There is a good reason she hasn't done that yet."
"Well maybe you should go over there and check things out," Demetri advised. "Feel things out." Knowing what Analisa had gone through with all the changes and questions she had, Demetri knew how frustrating this road would be for her. It was best she got some answers and support.
