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Chanel is asleep when she suddenly feels exposed, she slowly opens her eyes and finds the man staring at her, it looks like he is undressing her with his eyes, she felt naked or maybe she is. She looks down at herself and is relieved when she sees that she’s still dressed.

"You're awake?" he says in a deep Italian accent.

Chanel stretches in her seat; she is going to need a good hot yoga session today, and thank God it’s her day off too.

"You're alive," she yawns, "How are you feeling?"

Her voice is so sweet, sultry, and different, definitely not American but it’s like music to his ears.

"I'm good, thank you for saving my life, I'm forever indebted to you," he says with a sweet smile.

"I was only being a good Samaritan," she looks up at him and he’s smiling back at her with his pearly white teeth.

Damn Italians and their good looks, Chanel curses.

"Does this good Samaritan have a name?"

"Chanel," she stretches her hand out, he takes her hand into his and instantly a fire is lit, he brings his lips to her soft hand and gently kisses it, sending shock waves through her body.

"Vincent, a pleasure to meet you, amore," he smirks, his intense blue eyes met hers and the connection’s made, her fate’s sealed, and they both knew it.

She quickly pulls her hand away and clears her throat, "Likewise."

"You look hungry, would you like some breakfast?" he asks.

For a guy who suffered two gunshot wounds, he was making a speedy recovery.

"I could eat," she nods, Vince picks up his phone and calls someone, he speaks in Italian.

"Portare mi colazione perché due," he says.

 [Translation: Bring me breakfast for two.]

"Grazie," and he hangs up.

[Translation: Thank you.]

He turns and looks at Chanel, she’s beautiful, and her chocolate skin just looks good enough to eat. He wants to lick her all over, those big perky breasts, pressing against her bloody shirt, she needs some new clothes, those jeans don't do a good job hiding her ass, and he wants to squeeze it so badly.

"Eyes on my face, buddy," she says as she walks back to her seat.

Vincent closes his eyes, "I apologize for amore."

He leans back into the bed and sighs; he’s going to need a therapeutic session with his right-hand once she’s gone.

"So, what happened to you? Who were those guys? And don't even think of lying to me Vincent," she asks, Vince lets out a sigh.

An inquisitive one she is, great, Vincent thinks.

"It's work-related, they wanted to try their luck in stealing my money and not paying it back but sadly, they failed. I have to find them and kill them now," he explains, he didn’t have time to lie, and she saved his life, the least he can do is be honest with her, right?

Chanel nods, good to know.

"Oh, okay,” She nods.

Now you've scared her, nice move Vince, he mentally slaps himself in the face.

"Don't be scared, Amore,” he says reassuringly.

She shakes her head, "No! I may have told their number plate to the police, what if they come for me?"

Oh, that's bad, he hisses.

"Don't stress they won't come for you; they didn't see you and I'm pretty sure that you're capable of fighting for yourself," he says.

"I am," Chanel replies proudly.

Just then there is a knock on the door, "Come in,” he says.

A tall man walks into the room with a takeaway bag and a duffel bag and puts them on the bedside table. This man was abnormally tall, almost 6'8, he had long dirty blonde hair, which was passed his shoulders, electric eyes and was muscular, built like a soldier, he could knock you out in one punch.

"Gio, grazie. Sapere anche portare vestiti perché mi amore?" he asks Gio, who turns and looks at Chanel then nods and leaves the room.

[Translation: Can you also bring clothes for my love?]

"You're Italian?" she asks, she knew the answer to that question.

"Yes, mi amore", he takes the takeaway bag from the bedside table, he opens it the smell of McDonald's fills the air and his stomach grumbles which causes Vincent to chuckle.

He takes out two breakfast burgers and hash browns, chips, and chocolate muffins. He divides the food and tells Chanel to come closer, as soon as she is comfortable, she begins to eat. Vince watches her in curiosity, he knew that mouth could do wonders for him, it could fulfil his desires in ways no other woman ever has.

Vincent, behave! You are a gentleman, now act like it.

"Why aren't you eating?" she asks.

"I just want to make sure you're well-fed before I eat," he smiles.

Her cheeks heat up, "Uh okay,"

She carries on eating and about ten minutes later, he could tell that she’s satisfied, she rubs her stomach and sighs contently, "That was so good."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it" he grins, "Now you watch me eat."

He gives her a wink and she rolls her eyes, "Don't make me regret saving your life?"

He laughs lightly and begins to eat, Gio returns with another duffel bag and places it in front of Chanel.

Chanel looks up at Gio, "What's this?"

"Clothes, you need to change," his deep voice echoes in the room causing Chanel to shiver, she didn't know that someone's voice could be that deep you could feel it in your soul.

She stands up and nervously picks up the bag, "Thank you," she stutters.

Chanel quickly exits the room and goes to the bathroom. She opens the bag to find a pair of ripped black jeans, a white t-shirt and a pair of Nike sneakers, a pair of socks and a change of underwear and a bra.

How did he know my sizes? She asks herself, but she just gets into the showers and gets ready, a good thing she always carries lotion in her backpack. She quickly gets ready and throws all her dirty clothes into the duffel bag and walks back to the room.

Vincent is having a conversation with Gio but it's all in Italian.

"Noiere rendere certo che ella sta sicuro," he says to Gio.

[Translation: We need to make sure she is safe]

"Certo boss," Gio nods, he turns and faces me, "Excuse me."

And he leaves.

"What's up with him? And who is he to you?" Chanel asks looking at Vince.

"Nothing is up with him, and he is my bodyguard and best friend," he replies, he sits up and sits on the side of the bed.

“Why wasn’t he with you last night?”

Vincent chuckles and stands up before wincing in pain, “He does have a life outside of work.”

"What are you doing? Get back into bed." she panics as she places her hands on his chest to keep him from falling.

Vince laughs, "You're cute but I've been discharged amore."

"What? No, you just left surgery less than 24 hours ago, how can they let you go?" she says furiously.

Fiery little thing, so cute. I hope she is this fiery in bed.

"I'm tougher than you think Amore," he says, the sheet uncovers him and reveals him in his underwear, tight underwear, he looked thick, massive, and semi-hard.

Why is he hard?

Vincent notices her staring, she absentmindedly licks her lips, "Dying to taste it?"

Chanel blinks and blushes, "Uh no, I have to go, Vincent, I'm glad you're well, thanks for the clothes and I pray you have a speedy recovery."

"Alright amore, thank you once again for saving my life. I'll forever be indebted to you. Bye Chanel." he smiles, takes her hand, and kisses it then he quickly pulls her, she hits his chest, and he immediately smashes his lips on hers, she responds, and he can feel her melt in his arms. She kisses back with the same passion.

They pull away from each other breathing heavily and without another word she leaves, praying that she never sees him again.

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