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FORBIDDEN INTIMACY
FORBIDDEN INTIMACY
Автор: Florence

Chapter 1 - ECHOES OF HER SMILE

Aвтор: Florence
last update Последнее обновление: 2024-08-13 23:35:37

The sky was a dreary shade of gray, the kind that blankets the world in a muffling stillness, as if nature herself was mourning. I stood by the freshly dug grave, my mother’s name etched in marble before me. "Maria Rossi – Beloved Mother," it read. The final rites were a blur of incantations and muffled sobs, a somber symphony of loss. My mother had been the anchor in my life, the one person who could see beyond the polished exterior of Luca Rossi, the billionaire CEO, and touch the raw, vulnerable soul within.

The cemetery was cloaked in a respectful silence, interrupted only by the shuffling of feet on the gravel path and the occasional murmur of condolences. I wore my usual armor—an impeccably tailored black suit—but today it felt like a shroud, constricting and heavy. The priest's voice, low and monotonous, drifted over the sea of black-clad mourners, but his words barely registered. My eyes were fixed on the casket, a sleek, dark mahogany vessel that now held the woman who had been my world.

As the last handful of earth was cast upon the coffin, I felt a hollow ache expand in my chest. The crowd began to disperse, offering their rehearsed sympathies. "Stay strong, Luca." "Your mother was a wonderful woman." Their words bounced off the walls I had built around my grief. I nodded, accepting their empty platitudes with a practiced smile, the kind that never reached my eyes.

The drive from the cemetery to my club in Los Angeles was a blur of gray highways and city lights beginning to flicker to life. My chauffeur, a silent, stoic presence, navigated the roads with the precision of someone who knew better than to disturb me. The interior of the car was a cocoon of leather and silence, the only sound the muted hum of the engine. I stared out of the tinted window, watching the city rush past in a wash of neon and shadows.

My mind wandered back to the times spent with my mother. She had been the one constant in a world that was often chaotic and merciless. The lessons she taught me—about strength, resilience, and the importance of maintaining one's dignity in the face of adversity—were etched into my very being. She had been my confidante, the one person who saw the real Luca behind the ruthless businessman.

As we pulled up to the club, the transition from the subdued world of mourning to the vibrant, pulsating nightlife was jarring. The club, one of many I owned, was a testament to my success—opulent, exclusive, and perpetually buzzing with energy. The valet opened the door, and I stepped out, immediately sensing the shift in the air. Heads turned, whispers spread like wildfire. Luca Rossi, the enigmatic, handsome billionaire, had arrived.

The club's interior was a study in modern luxury—sleek lines, dim lighting, and a soundtrack of deep bass that thrummed through the floor. My presence commanded attention; it always did. People moved aside, creating a path as I made my way to my usual spot, a secluded table overlooking the dance floor. The staff, well-trained and discreet, catered to my every need without a word. A glass of my preferred whiskey appeared before me, and I took a sip, letting the warmth spread through me.

I watched the crowd, their movements a blend of sensuality and abandon. This was my domain, a place where power and desire mingled freely. Yet tonight, the usual satisfaction of being the center of this world eluded me. The weight of my mother’s absence pressed down on me, a constant reminder of the void that now existed.

A woman approached my table, her eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and intent. She was beautiful, in the way that many women in my circles were—polished, poised, and eager to bask in the reflected glow of my status. She introduced herself, but her name barely registered. I offered her a polite smile, the kind that promised nothing but didn't outright reject.

As she prattled on, I found my mind drifting back to the burial. The finality of it all, the stark realization that my mother was gone forever. The club's throbbing energy contrasted sharply with the quiet, mournful atmosphere of the cemetery. It was surreal, this juxtaposition of life and death, of noise and silence.

The woman’s voice pulled me back to the present. She was asking about my businesses, clearly trying to impress me with her knowledge. I played along, giving her just enough attention to keep her engaged, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I scanned the room, noting the familiar faces, the power players, the sycophants. They were all here, dancing to the rhythm of my success, but tonight it all felt hollow.

Eventually, I excused myself, needing a moment of solitude. I made my way to a private lounge, a sanctuary within the club where I could retreat when the world became too much. The door closed behind me with a soft click, and I exhaled, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly. The room was a cocoon of dark wood and soft lighting, the air thick with the scent of expensive cigars and aged whiskey.

I sank into a leather armchair, closing my eyes for a moment. The memories of my mother flooded back—her laughter, her wisdom, the way she could make everything seem possible. She had believed in me, even when I doubted myself. Her strength had been my foundation, and now that it was gone, I felt adrift.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a small photo, worn and creased from years of handling. It was of my mother and me, taken at one of our family gatherings. We were both laughing, the joy on our faces palpable. I traced her image with my thumb, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. It was a rare display of emotion for me, but in the privacy of this room, I allowed myself to mourn.

The door opened softly, and one of my trusted aides entered, his expression carefully neutral. "Mr. Rossi, is everything alright?" he asked, his voice respectful.

I quickly wiped away the tear and nodded, slipping the photo back into my pocket. "Yes, everything’s fine. Just needed a moment."

He hesitated, then nodded. "If there's anything you need, sir, please let me know."

I gave him a curt nod, and he left, closing the door behind him. I took another sip of my whiskey, savoring the burn. The club's muffled beat was a distant echo, a reminder of the world that awaited me outside this room. A world where I was Luca Rossi, the ruthless billionaire, the enigmatic figure everyone wanted a piece of.

But here, in this quiet sanctuary, I was just a son grieving the loss of his mother. The dichotomy of my existence was stark, the public persona clashing with the private pain. I knew that I would have to step back into that world soon, to don the mask that had become so second nature to me. But for now, I allowed myself this moment of vulnerability.

The hours slipped by, and the club continued to thrum with life. I stayed in the lounge, nursing my drink, lost in thought. My mother’s death had left a gaping hole in my life, one that I wasn’t sure how to fill. She had been my guiding star, and without her, I felt unmoored.

Eventually, the sounds of the club began to fade as the night wore on. I stood, straightening my suit and squaring my shoulders. It was time to face the world again, to be the Luca Rossi everyone expected. I left the lounge, reentering the main area of the club. Heads turned as I passed, whispers trailing in my wake. I acknowledged a few nods, exchanged a few words, but my heart wasn’t in it.

As I stepped outside, the cool night air hit me, a welcome contrast to the warmth of the club. The city stretched out before me, a sprawling testament to my achievements. But tonight, it felt less like a triumph and more like a reminder of what I had lost.

The chauffeur was waiting, and I slid into the back seat of the car, leaning my head against the cool glass. As we drove through the city streets, I thought about the future, about how I would navigate this new reality without my mother. I knew that I would continue to build my empire, to expand my influence and wealth. It was what she would have wanted.

But I also knew that I needed to find a way to honor her memory, to keep her spirit alive within me. It wouldn’t be easy, but then, nothing worth doing ever was. As the city lights blurred past, I felt a renewed sense of determination. My mother had given me the strength to become who I was, and I owed it to her to keep moving forward.

The car pulled up to my penthouse, and I stepped out, the weight of the day pressing down on me. I looked up at the towering building, a symbol of my success, and felt a flicker of resolve. I would mourn my mother, but I would also honor her by continuing to live the life she had believed in.

With that thought, I entered the building, ready to face whatever came next. The world would see Luca Rossi, the enigmatic billionaire, but I would always carry a piece of my mother with me, a quiet strength that would guide me through the darkest of times.

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