(…) “I want you out of my room because I despise you. The only thing I could possibly feel for you is hate.”Such a terrible liar.Giovanni is in his office, drinking a strong, bitter cup of coffee. He's thinking straight for the first time since he got on the plane and came to Eleonor as if the world were about to end. When did he become so impulsive? He can hardly recognize himself.He knows he shouldn't have spent the night with her, but he needed this. A single time was enough to make him long for her in his arms for the rest of his life. He would probably give anything to make it possible.Giovanni is scratching his unshaven beard when he hears a knock at the door. He doesn't feel any hope in his chest because he knows that Eleonor won't come to find him any soon. When the door opens without waiting for an answer, he knows who it is. He doesn't have to look away from the blue sky and the forest at the back of the property to know that Asher is approaching.“Did you know, Asher? T
The sun rose as expected, and she awoke in her usual empty bed… which brought an inevitable hollowness to her chest. Giovanni had already left the room. She was ashamed to admit it, but it was the first time in those three weeks that she had truly slept well. Giovanni's warmth during the night was really comforting… even better than the first time she had fallen asleep in his arms.She could get used to this feeling. She could snuggle into his chest every night, listening to his breathing become deep when sleep hit him. For a brief moment, she imagined what her life would be like if the paths weren't so twisted and tortuous… if they were different people under normal circumstances.But they're not in different circumstances. They're still the same people, with the same flaws and faults and pains.She refused to eat breakfast at the table, fearing she would run into Giovanni again. So, Francesca prepared eggs with bacon and brought them to her room. But honestly, she doesn't feel much
To put the newest plan into action, Eleonor dressed in a long silk dress and made sure to wear the most provocative lingerie that Lisette bought for her some time ago. It's a piece that has no fabric at all. It has just very thin straps at the top that cover the nipples with only a black, shiny ribbon bow. The panties also have no cloth, being made only of leather straps. It's something that even causes a certain arousal, as one of the straps rubs against her clit. She also has a dark make-up and black diamond jewelry that add a mysterious aura to her appearance. Eleonor takes a deep breath as she attempts to find the courage to approach the office that now belongs to Giovanni. She doesn't knock on the door; just slowly opens it. Inside the room, Giovanni is sitting in his chair, smoking a cigar and drinking his usual drink. This is the first time she has seen him smoking a cigar… usually it's just cigarettes. The characteristic smell isn't riddling the air just because of the open w
Eleonor attracts everyone's attention as she walks on stage. The blue light shines through her, making her body glow. She begins to move slowly, with an engaging rhythm. The sensual music makes Eleonor remove her mask and throw it across the stage. Another neon light passes through her, illuminating her face and golden hair, which she throws back behind her shoulders, showing off her collarbones.She stretches her hips slowly on her back. Her hands are sliding down her curves, pulling at the silk and showing off her ankles. The feeling of so many eyes on her body is bringing both a shyness and an empowerment because she's feeling Giovanni's gaze becoming more and more rigid. She can see from his expression that he's serious, but he's still watching the show, as if there's no one else in the club.Her hands go to the straps of her dress, and it goes down her left shoulder. Eleonor listens to the public reaction and smiles at Giovanni, still moving her body in an extremely sensual manne
For the past week, Eleonor has been locked in the bedroom of the mansion in Denver. Just as Giovanni said that night, he has kept everyone from seeing her. Even her meals are taken in the room and brought in by himself. At first, she thought this was just a tantrum… a casual punishment. But as the days go by, and she finds herself in complete boredom, having her phone confiscated, and her social circle reduced to nothing, it has become a real torture. In some ways, every punishment brought it a small amount of pleasure. She ended up enjoying it, even a little. But there's no pleasure in fronting the ceiling, except imagining a thousand ways to repay Giovanni for everything he has done to her. Damn Reviello. She's on the eighth day of her imprisonment. Her body is immersed in the tub with hot water, lotions and rose petals sticking to her body. She thought it would be nice to relax and forget about her current circumstances, but her mind is an object of anguish itself. Worse than bei
Eleonor is lying in bed, staring at the ceiling with so much intent that she wouldn't be surprised if it made holes in it. Since the last meeting, Giovanni has not brought her dinner or breakfast for the next day. Apparently, this is a new way to punish her. Not that she really cares, since her stomach refuses to ingest anything.When Eleonor hears the door being unlocked and finally opened, she decides it's time to put her plan into action.Giovanni is leaning on the table, arms crossed. This is the first time she has seen him in a casual shirt, which looks surprisingly tight on his muscles. His disheveled hair and unshaven beard bring a dangerously sexy aura, especially the way his eyes shine penetratingly, how he locks his angled jaw when he's angry.There's no denying that he's incredibly handsome. And that makes her even more angry.“When will you let me out of here?” Eleonor asks, sitting up in bed.“Not anytime soon.” He tilts his head and gives a sarcastic smile. “What? My com
Eleonor can't stand to be locked in that room anymore. Two more days have passed since she confessed to being in love with Giovanni, and since then, he has been bringing meals in complete silence and withdrawing quickly. She could swear that he's becoming restless in her presence, and his face seemed slightly flushing too. However, this lack of breaches is only delaying the plan she has so carefully planned.That's why she has prepared herself for the next time Giovanni enters the room.When he finally arrives, Eleonor welcomes him with an almost transparent dress and no underwear. The way his eyes travel down her body and sighs deeply shows that it doesn't matter if he's angry, or giving her the cold shoulder… he simply can't ignore her. Even if he doesn't want to, his body reacts to her.“You really like playing with fire, don't you?” He sets the tray with delicious Italian dishes on the table, and approaches the bed with slow steps, without taking his eyes off her. “Are you trying
Giovanni is smoking a cigarette in silence. Eleonor is lying on his chest, with her legs wrapped around him. An intimate moment so rare that it wouldn't happen if they weren't both simply too tired. The sun has long since set, and the soft spring breeze coming in through the open balcony doors is refreshing to the bodies that are still slightly sweaty. “You know… I haven’t been in this house for two years.” He finally breaks the silence, letting out the smoke through his nose. “I don't like being here.” Two years? … I wonder if Giovanni was in Denver at the time of the wedding. The thought makes her uncomfortable, but she tries to push it away. “You were right… this used to be Charlotte's home.” He feels old memories flood his mind as he stares at the ceiling, thoughtfully. “Being here is like torture.” Eleonor closes her eyes, trying not to be shaken by those words. “Why are you here then?” “Because you are.” He brings the cigarette to his lips again to take a drag. His other han