Food For Thought:
Have you ever walked through life thinking you're worth so much more and you deserve the ultimate best...
But, you just can't seem to let go of the past and you allow your demons to haunt you no matter how much you tell yourself to grow a pair and live your best life...
Or, when you meet someone who ignites the fire in your soul and you're too scared to let him in.
Because, you feel you're not compatible together because you lead two entirely different lives.
So, you allow yourself to be too afraid to explore the chemistry between you lacking the desire to let someone in to caress your damaged heart, body, soul and mind.
Then when you do allow him into your body and heart. You find out that he wasn't the man you thought you knew or grew to love quicker than your next breath.
Eventually, becoming well aware of why being together was like riding a roller coaster and you wished you had trusted your instincts in the first place and stayed well away from him.
No, just me?
Well, that's just fan-fucking-tastic...
*Sigh*
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My best friend Chrissy and I walk into the newest and hippest club in town.
The atmosphere is electric as everybody's feeding off the music. Their hips are swaying and their arms are waving in the air like they just don’t care. Chrissy grabs my hand and pushes her way through the crowd of people at the bar.
“Hey.” She yells at the barman.
He smiles with a twinkle in his eye and walks over to us ignoring the other orders being yelled at him.
“What can I get you?” He asks, licking his lips as his eyes focus on hers.
I don't know what possessed her to do it.
But, like a bolt of lightning, she leans over the bar and grabs him by the collar of his shirt, kissing him passionately on the lips. To my surprise, he leans in and deepens the kiss. I stand there with wide eyes wondering what the fuck is going on. The kiss lasts a good minute before cheering erupts at the other end of the bar.
Chrissy pulls back and touches her swollen lips with her fingers and smiles with a glimmer of satisfaction in her eyes.
“Two Rum and Cokes with two of your strongest shots.” She yells over the music.
The bartender places our drinks down in front of us.
“I’ll make you a deal.” He says rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “If you save me a dance, I’ll give you this round for free.” He licks his lips tasting her kiss all over again and a little growl leaves his mouth.
“Deal!" She says blushing.
He pushes the drinks forward.
We take our shots at the bar and then find ourselves a nice corner booth to sit at.
I take a sip of my drink relishing in its coolness as it slides down my throat right to my toes. I do a little shimmy in my chair and take another drink.
I look over at Chrissy.
“Do you know him?" I nod in the direction of the barman.
Because that was too hot for her not to.
“His name’s Conrad.” She sneaks another look at him and blushes.
“He’s built like a goddamn powerhouse. He might be a bit much for me to handle.” She nibbles on her lower lip.
“You'll be fine," I assure her.
She still refuses to believe that she has an insatiable sexual appetite no matter how many times I've told her.
We hit the dance floor swaying to the music looking like a couple of drugged-up hippies. Our favourite song comes on and we jump up and down with excitement. The air is thick with sweat, smoke and booze with a hint of arousal.
The typical stench of an overpopulated club.
Sweat glistens off our skin and drenches our hair. The club becomes ultra hot with the disco lights flashing and the smoke machine running. We were having a really good time until two guys approached us and started grinding up on us from behind.
I look at Chrissy and she’s having trouble trying to keep the guy’s hands off her. The guy behind me starts to get rough by pulling me into him. He forcefully rubs his erection against my ass and nuzzles his nose through my hair breathing it in.
“You smell of strawberries soaked in vanilla.” His words slur in my ear and his breath is hot against my skin.
It sends an outbreak of cold chills up my spine and I loathe every chill.
“Do you taste as good as you smell?” His hand slowly travels up my torso and he cups my breast.
A sudden wave of red takes over me.
I turn in his arms and wrap my hands around his neck. Tiptoeing, I lean in closer to him and whisper in his ear.
“It’s a real... Pity you’ll never get the chance to find out.”
I bring my leg up and knee him right in his precious baby-making jewels. He staggers back cursing as he bends over and grabs them with both hands. I raise my foot and I push him over.
He falls to the ground with a loud thud and I titter.
“Not so perky now are we princess?” I say to him as he lies on the ground cupping himself.
I look over to see where Chrissy is and I watch as Conrad comes barging through the crowd, he taps the guy on the shoulder and punches him square in the face when he turns around. Chrissy screams with fright as she steps away from the scene with wide eyes.
Eventually, two huge buffed security guards come barging through the crowd and haul the clowns up to their feet and start dragging them out of the club.
“Where the fuck were you cunts?" Conrad sneers.
"These two were practically getting raped on the dance floor you fucking muppets!” He flicks his wrist and droplets of blood fall from his knuckles.
He looks around the dance floor for Chrissy and when he finds her. He grabs her by the hand and leads her off the floor. She takes mine along the way and drags me with her. He leads us to the bar and tells the two men sitting in front of his station to beat it. The men mutter something under their breaths and turn to look at us.
“Ladies.” They say in unison.
“Don’t. Even. Fucking. Think. About. It.” A low growl comes from Conrad.
“Scram or I’ll give the ladies something to really look at.” Conrad straightens looking as if he’s grown an extra two feet and rolls his shoulders getting ready to dish out another ass whooping. Both men get up and leave without another word.
Conrad slides back behind the bar and pours us a small glass of whisky.
“Drink, it will help to calm your nerves.” His voice is full of self-controlled anger as he slides the glasses forward.
We swallow the whisky in one gulp, letting the amber liquid slide down our throats leaving a warm tingly feeling in its wake. I look at my phone.
"I gotta love you and leave you." I stand and give her a quick hug.
“No... Nessa. Stay a little longer with me please?” She begs.
“I wish I could. But I have a class to teach, and I need some rest if I’m going to do my new Care Bears any justice.” I tell her.
She hugs me back with her lower lip pouting.
“You keep an eye on her you hear me,” I warn Conrad.
He nods as he continues to serve the crowd forming in front of him. I walk out of the club with shaking limbs heading towards my next adventure of finding myself a Taxi.
By chance, I see one pull up at the taxi stand and I quickly rush over to grab it before some other soul with a death wish gets to it before I do.
When I reach the taxi, I lean forward and open the door.
Shit...
My inner goddess curses when a sudden rush of pain courses through my body.
The passenger had opened the door hitting my head in the process. I lost my balance and hit the concrete with a thud.
I sit upright, shaking the white spots that dance before me. I let out a little groan wondering what just happened. Then suddenly a man exits the taxi and bends down on one knee before me.
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[Shit!] “Merda! Are you okay?” A deep and heavenly accent greets me. “Ye…Yes. I think so.” I inhale deeply through my nostrils as his scent lingers in the night’s breeze. The musky, zest-infused wood cologne he wears intoxicates my body and my heart flutters with approval. “Are you hurt?” He asks, his words laced with concern. “Just a slight bump to my pride,” I reply, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me whole. He stands with ease to his full height and offers me his hand. I accept it and I try my best not to notice how much it swallows mine or the zing that shoots down my body and explodes around my toes. When I get to my feet, I look up, meeting his eyes. There is only one way to describe him. The sexiest fucking Italian I've ever met. Take a picture, it would last longer… My inner goddess teases me. I slowly run my eyes down his body and I faintly hear him growl. If I were anyone else but me. I’d Carpe Diem and ride him like a possessed hooker on the hood
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We step outside the house, and Lucas' hand is on the small of my back. He ushers me towards a big black SUV with tinted windows pulled up along the sidewalk. “A bit beastly, isn’t it?” I stop and stare in awe. “What can I say? I like my space and privacy.” The driver opens the door. He is middle-aged and very well-built. “Vanessa, this is Callum.” Luca introduces me to his driver. “Ms. Maddison, it was a pleasure to meet you.” Callum greets me, dipping his head with a slight smirk on his face. “Likewise, Callum.” I smile back at him. We get in the car, and it looks more spacious than what I would have imagined from the outside. “Privacy to do what?” I ask suspiciously. “Well, cara mio, I don’t tend to kiss and tell. But if you want to know, I have a few saucy stories I could share with you. They may even inspire you to let your hair down a bit.” My cheeks turn crimson red, and suddenly, I feel like a prude. “I’ll pass, thanks! Some stories are made to be kept a sec
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Luca nods and gently shifts me back onto the seat. He fixes his shirt, exits the car, and whispers something into Callums' ear before helping me out of the ‘Beast’. I look at Callum, whose face is as passive as always.“Thank you, Callum." I say with a smile. “Miss. Maddison, it's a pleasure as always. Have a good night.” I nod at his response and feel Lucas' hand rest on the small of my back. I look up at Luca as we approach the house. “What did you say to Callum?” I ask. “I told him that I won’t be needing him for a few hours, so he was free to do as he pleases.” We reach the top step, I pull out the keys and open the door. “After you, sir.” I whisper as I hold the door open for him. “Would you like something to drink?” I ask as I close the door behind me. “Not thirsty, more famished, tesoro.” I feel the heat of his body behind me. I lean into him and feel his warmth envelop me. “I want you to take me to your room, Vanessa.” His breath tickles my neck before he takes my ear
Luca slowly climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my legs, and gently presses his lips against mine. He enters me with a gentle pace, and I can sense myself gradually accommodating the thickness of his girth. His tender kisses trace a path from my face to my neck, where he lingers, enveloping me completely. “You feel so good, tesoro. It’s like you were molded to fit me.” He withdraws from me at a leisurely pace, only to thrust back inside with increased intensity, causing a delightful surge of fulfillment to radiate through my core. “So… Good…" He pants. His thrusts are met with more urgency against my sex, bringing me closer to another mind-blowing orgasm of the century. I ground down on his cock, slowly circling my pelvic against him. Building the right friction to bring me over the edge. He shifts and positions himself differently, reaching my G-spot. His next thrust becomes my undoing. I claw my nails down his back and wrap my legs tightly around his waist, c
The morning starts off quite slow as I feel mentally and emotionally drained after last nights episode of Beauty and the Beast. First off, we had a school assembly that was held in the school auditorium. Then, we had to get the kids' files set up with their workbooks to show off their amazing progress for the year. Lunchtime comes around, and I've been requested to see the new headmaster, so I make my way there the moment I'm free to do so. I knocked on the door… “Come in.” A masculine voice commands. I walk into the office, and I'm greeted by a handsome man seated behind a large oak desk. “You requested to see me?” I stand in front of the desk with my hands clasped in front of me. “Talofa, you must be Vanessa?” The new headmaster says as he stands and offers me his hand. “Yes, that's correct.” I smile at him and place my hand in his. “Great, my name's Faiga Sanele.” He winks as he shakes our hands. “Please, sit.” He offers. I take a seat in the wooden chair stationed in
Nine months later…Alessandro's POVI am driving like a madman through traffic. Missing vehicles by the skin of my teeth as I fly down the interstate. I am on my way to the hospital.Merda...I should have arrived an hour ago. Zoe is going to murder me, and I would rather she does it after the birth of our twin sons. I would like to at least give them the opportunity to meet me, even if I am a walking corpse.Si, that's right, guys. I Alessandro Russo knocked Zoe Henningson the fuck-up..*** Thirty Five Weeks Earlier.“Super sperm. I fucking swear to the Gods you have super sperm.” My beautiful, angry, kitten came storming through the door of my office. “Cara mia?” I looked at her with wide eyes that were filled with confusion.I rose from behind my desk and walked over to the door, which I then closed. She swung around and hurled something at me; it landed on my chest and bounced across the floor twice. With an arched brow, I gazed at her, questioning if she had lost her damn mind
I buck my hips against his mouth. Getting as much friction I can get as he lightly sucks on my clit. I throw my head back moaning. I know I won't last long. It's been over three years since he last touched me. Three years since ANY man has touched me. Tension pools in the pit of my stomach. I clutch my fingers through his hair, firmly gripping the roots and push his head deeper inside me. Alessandro starts to flick his tongue as he slides two thick fingers inside me, and I arch my back in pleasure. He wildly starts to drive his fingers in and out of my needy body, flicking his tongue faster, and mumbling in Italian. My walls start to clench around his fingers with pure greed, sucking the dear life out of them. I know he can sense how close I am because he swipes his tongue slowly across my sex, making me cum long and hard. I ride out my orgasm. Continuing to grind against his face. When my body begins to shudder, I unhook my leg from around his shoulder. “Stand, Alessandro.” I com
Three years later… I arrived back in Auckland two days ago. I’ve spent the last three and a half years in hiding. Every three months, I was moved to another location in another city. Every city meant a new identity was created for me. It eventually became challenging for me to remember who I was and what my backstory was at the beginning. But I gradually learned how to adapt to my new life and accept it. It took just over three years for the Italian legal team to get every member of the La Cosa Nostra Mafia rounded up and prosecuted. Gio had enough information saved on his laptop and files in a hidden safe to have them all incarcerated for a few life times. In the end, the Venturi’s managed to take them down from their graves, and their names will go down in the history books. They cleaned up the streets, making it safe for school kids to wander to school on their own.I gaze up from the side walk of the building where Lucas penthouse still stands. I'm trying to find the courage to
It's been three long and excruciating weeks since I ordered Luca to leave my life. And he did. He packed everything up and flew back to Italy, taking my Rosalia with him. The thing that hurt and still hurts the most is that I never got the chance to say goodbye to her. I only had Rosalia in my life for a short time before she was taken away from me once again. I haven’t heard from any of them. Not a single phone call, text, email, or even a postcard to tell me they’re okay. I only recently learned of their departure when Roman had called me and asked me to meet him at his office. ***“Nessa, how are you?” He asked as I walked through his office door.“I’m healing slowly, but I’m getting there.”“You’re looking a lot better from the last time I saw you.” I had caught a glimpse of a smile on his face. “I asked you here today because there are a few things that I need to discuss with you regarding my firm.” He said as he pulled out a contract from the top drawer of his desk. “This...”
Lucas POVI walk out of the house and jump into my Audi. Vanessa refuses to see me again. “Cazzo!” I yell as I bang my hands against the steering wheel. I just finished telling her I can’t fucking live without her, and she’s the best thing that's ever happened to me. Yet, she still dismisses me like I'm nothing to her. We just lost our baby. The baby I was secretly rejoicing in. We were going to be a famiglia, damn it, a fucking famiglia. She was going to bear my name and my children. My life was going to be complete and fucking incredible. I was planning on spending the rest of my life making her the happiest woman to ever grace the planet. But that has been viciously ripped away from me. The mob had gotten a hold of Mikal and paid him a pretty penny to turn my world upside down. That fucker is lucky he’s already dead because if I had gotten my hands on him, he would’ve died a long and slow death. Even that is generous on my behalf. The mob will pay. The arse hole who ordered the
Rosalia shows up twenty minutes later with her hair pulled up into a messy bun. She’s dressed in an Adidas tracksuit, and she looks so much like her mum. It almost causes my heart to skip a beat. “Is everything okay, Aunt Nessa?” Her face is full of concern as she approaches me.She sits be side me, I reach forward and place her hand in mine, resting them on my knees as I stare at our joined hands.“You know, I love you, right?” I try my best to keep my voice leveled.“Si. I love you too.” Her beautiful eyes are filled with confusion as her brows knit together.I bring her hand up to my lips and place a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. “This decision has no impact on us whatsoever.” I want to reassure her. “But for me to move on, I can’t be with your uncle no more.” I let go of her hand and quickly place the ring box in her palm. “I need you to do this one favor for me and return this to Luca.” Tears prick my eyes, and I rapidly blink, urging them away.I know this is such a cowar
I wake up to someone persistently knocking on the front door. Rolling over, I slowly ease myself into a sitting position on the bed. Being mindful to keep the screams of agony suppressed. Running my fingers through my tangled hair, I look up when Conrad walks in with a shadow close behind him.“Hey, Nessa.” He looks at me apologetically. “Detective Reeves is here to see you.” He steps aside, and a middle-aged female steps forward. “Hello, Vanessa. I’m detective Amanda Reeves.” She thrusts her hand forward, and I shake it. “Look, I know this isn’t an appropriate time in the morning to do this… But I would appreciate it if I could have your co-operation so we can get this case cleared.” She says as her eyes scan the room.Amanda Reeves looks to be in her mid-thirties. She looks a lot like Cameron Diaz with brown eyes, but when the light hits them, and you look close enough, there are bits of green and orange embedded deep within the irises.Her eyes are stunning. She has urban black hai
Two hours later, we are back at the house where I have joyfully popped a few painkillers. Conrad had set up our beds, turning the living room into a bedroom. Conrad said it was better we all slept in one room so they both could keep an eye on me. But deep down, I know he was trying to keep me from going back into the room where the assault took place. He is such a sweetheart. Carlos also tried his last hand at convincing me to change my mind and remain in my hospital bed. I lied to him and told him that I would be staying with Luca. So if anything happened, I would be in good hands. He still didn’t look pleased or convinced in the slightest when he handed me the discharge forms to sign. He gave me a few words of advice and informed Chrissy that if she felt that Luca wasn’t meeting her standards in taking super extra care of me to call him at any time. Day or night. I eventually forced his stubborn ass to hug me and thanked him for not letting me die the moment I handed the clipboa
“You got that right.” I wink at her. “How did you get here?” I ask with curiosity.“I had my driver drop me off. Uncle Luca said to tell you that he will be here as soon as he can. He is meeting with the detectives and his lawyer.” She looks at the door and then back at me.“Why is he meeting with the detectives? He wasn’t there.” I scowl, looking at everyone confused. “We have all been interviewed. But I assume Luca is trying to hold them off from coming to see you so soon.” Carlos says as he scratches the back of his head.Rosalia turns around at the sound of his voice. Carlos gazes at Rosalia and flashes her with one of his jaw-dropping smiles. Her head snaps back in my direction, and her cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink. I watch her as she tucks her loose hair behind her ear, and when I look back at Carlos, he remains staring at the back of her head. I casually flick my eyes between the two and realise the air has become thick with wonderment. Conrad clears his throat, interrup