Monza (Formula Men #1)(6)
Vittorio had been my grandfather’s best friend. Though he was teetering on the edge of retirement, it was always him who tended to me whenever I was sick with fever or had cuts and bruises from school. The man had seen me grow up from a mere child to a man. Sarcasm was normal banter between us. However, there were times that I did listen to his advice, and right now was one of those instances.
Apart from an injured rib; a few burns on my arms, torso, and a small part of my legs; a large cut on my forehead; and the shard of glass successfully taken out of my shoulder, I was perfectly fine. Some of the medical folks said that I was lucky to be alive.
The last thing I felt like was lucky.
Thinking back to the day of the race, I knew I had been pushing too hard to outmaneuver Andrés. There had been a slight drizzle of rain, making the track more slippery, but I had been past caring. I was too consumed by the intoxicating surge of blood pounding heavily into my heart, speeding rapaciously as my foot pressed harder on the gas pedal. The recklessness I had enjoyed had come with a high price.
Would I do it again? More than likely.
Life was short, so why not make the most thrills out of it while I still could? After all, once you were dead, all you left behind were memories.
It wasn’t long until the chatty nurse who reminded me so much of my late aunt, who had died five years ago to breast cancer, came bustling into my room, armed with my medication and the catered food my mother had strictly demanded.
It was a typical mother tactic for her to meddle in everything that involved me. I had been adamant not to see her nor my father for the past two days since the accident. I simply wasn’t in the mood to be lectured or backed into a corner from their worries and guilt-ridden speeches.
“Where’s the espresso?” I asked, frowning at the ostentatious display of food that was suited for dining in a five-star hotel instead of a city hospital.
The nurse frowned before she made a tsk-tsking sound, disapproving. “You’re not allowed to have any of that, because of the kind of medications you are taking. It might react and worsen your condition.”
“Right,” I responded curtly as I lazily reached for a bottle of water.
“Keep praying to God that he’ll secure you a speedy recovery. Then you can have as much espressos as you want.” She winked at me while checking the IV drip, making sure everything was working perfectly before handing me all the medication I was obligated to take.
I took the cup then tipped my head backwards, taking them all in one go. Drinking the crisp, bland taste of acqua did little to refresh me at all. After two days cooped up in this forsaken place, I was ready to leave and be done with it.
My wretched thoughts started to become blurry due to the strong medication they had provided. I detested the thought of falling back into unconsciousness, but I did drift off into a nap, waking a few hours later when I heard a knock on the door.
Hospitals were the least relaxing place to be in, what with constantly being disturbed for more medication and medical interrogation. If another person asked me how I was feeling at the moment, I would definitely have something unfriendly to retort back.
My temper was kept in check when a tall, blonde, beguiling woman came into the room, instantaneously sparking my interest.
This ought to be stimulating, I silently mused as my eyes scrutinized her from head to foot. Gone was my hazy mind as my cock twitched to attention, detecting some lively action that was about to transpire soon.
“Who might you be?” I asked, nodding for her to come forward so we could properly converse and to also indulge my dirty mind that was ready to come out and play.
“I’m the therapist, Signore di Medici,” she coyly replied before showing me her identification.
Hospital stays would truly be bearable if one had women about who looked like they had stepped out from Milan’s Fashion Week. It was an indulgent thought, one I had fantasized about.
“And your name is?”
“Anna Lisa Ardizzoni, signore.” Her voice came out in a sultry crescendo that got my member aching for attention.
Licking my lips, I intently gazed at her before deploying the usual charm I played when I was showing interest in a woman. “Anna Lisa…” I murmured her name, trying it out just to pique her awareness of me.
The woman was truly ravishing as she gazed at me with black-rimmed eyewear and a succulent pout. This hospital stay surely was starting to get better by the second.
“Single? Married?”
She appeared a little nervous, as if she had noted how I was intently watching, before deciding to respond to me.
“Single,” she answered in a breathless manner.
“Good, because I’d hate it if you had to cheat on your husband.”
“Cheat?”
I grinned, pleased with her honesty. “I don’t condone cheating. Do you?”
She shook her head. “No, of course not.”
My predatory smile went even wider as I noted her blushing appealingly before me. “You’re pretty, Anna Lisa.”
The chase, it was just as elating as plucking the prize.
My compliment made her find her voice and her footing, gradually gaining confidence in conversing with me. “Grazie, signore. When I heard that you were a patient here, I simply felt obliged to personally make sure you were fine. Everyone adores you.”
Everyone.
Hmm. I wasn’t so sure about that sentiment.