Chapter 6

Chapter 06.

Francesca's POV

My eyes popped open just before sunrise, but I was too tired to even move.

My head trailed to the memories of last night, and I sighed as a smile crawled up on my face.

Never in my entire had been fucked so good before.

Was it weird to say my best sex experience was from a stranger I didn't even know?

The other men who'd entered me entered with only one mission on their mind - to satisfy themselves.

He on the other hand... His mission was to make me feel things I didn't even know could be felt in my lifetime.

I caught myself smiling sheepishly and rebuked myself immediately.

Surely I wasn't falling for a stranger who just had a one night stand with me, was I?

I knew he had the most beautiful eyes I'd ever seen in my life.

I knew he had the body of a Greek god.

I knew he had the biggest cock and knew how to use it.

I knew his mysterious aura made me succumb to him without him...

But he was a client and that was it.

It was against the market code and detrimental to my own self to fall in love with a customer who I didn't even know.

My right arm aimlessly traveled to the other side of the bed, hoping to feel his built biceps, but I felt nothing.

I turned to see that he had gotten out of bed. What replaced his body were some wads of cash that was meant to be payment for my service.

If I was still up in my head about this man, this woke me up to the harsh reality that I was nothing but a prostitute to him.

I heard a working shower in the bathroom, and I knew I had to get out before he finished taking his bath.

It was then I remembered.

He tore my bra last night. I had nothing to wear back home.

I saw a shirt lying by the corner of the room and put it on, putting my money in the pocket.

Surely, he wouldn't notice that one shirt was missing.

I was about to leave when I heard a buzz on the bedside drawer.

It was none of my business since it was his phone, but I didn't know why it caught my interest, and at some point, I couldn't help myself anymore.

I went to check the phone and saw that it was a message from Stefano, the guy he was with last night.

"I DON'T KNOW WHY YOU NEEDED TO TAKE THAT GIRL HOME WHEN YOU KNOW YOU HAVE **LUNA** WHO YOU NEED TO MARRY. YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST GIRL YOU TOOK HOME. I HAD TO EXPLAIN TO MR. ALFRED THAT YOU WEREN'T A RITUALIST OR SOMETHING. SHE'S STILL SUFFERING IN THE HOSPITAL AS WE SPEAK. RETURN THIS ONE IN ONE PIECE. WE CAN'T AFFORD ANY MORE BLOOD ON OUR HANDS, ENZO!"

What the fuck was going on?

Who was Luna?

What happened to the last girl?

What did he mean by blood on his hands?

My chest began to tighten. What the hell had I gotten myself into?

Was I going to make it out of this place alive?

"What are you doing-"

"Ah!", I shrieked in fear, startled by the sudden voice behind me.

I turned to see Enzo, with a towel wrapped over his waist.

The way water dripped all over his body got my head dizzy for a second, but his dark glaring eyes put me in my place.

"You... You had someone blowing your phone, so I decided to silence it for you. I... I hope you're not angry-"

He loosened his towel and immediately fell, exposing his rock hard seven inches shaft hanging in between his athletic legs.

"I need you to tame this beast for me before you leave", he said with a smirk on his face.

This was tempting, but I knew what he was doing. He was trying to lure me to stay longer so he would finally destroy my life

I turned to head for the door. "I'm... I'm sorry, but I need to go. Mr. Alfred needs me now-"

I felt a grip on my arm before I could get out of the room.

"I know you want this beast in you, Francesca."

How the fuck did he know my name?!

Who the hell was this man?

"Let me fuck your head out this morning...", He whispered into my ear, but my body was shivering badly, scared to death that he was going to end my life here and now.

"Let me go."

"What?"

"Let me go!!", I flared up suddenly and it took him aback. "Let go of me, your murderer!! I'm not one of those girls you kill silently!! You won't add me to your damn list!! Let me go right now!!", I yelled at the top of my voice and struggled to free myself, but he still had his hands on me.

"Wh... What is going on? What are you talking about-"

Before he could finish his sentence, an evil thought got into my head, and with the force I could muster, I aimed for his balls and kicked him very hard.

"Fuckk!!", He whimpered as he fell to the ground immediately.

Without thinking, I turned and ran out of the house as fast as I could.

I didn't stop for ten minutes until my legs got too weak to carry me.

I told myself as I slowed down that this would be the last time I'd follow a stranger home.

My phone rang and it was Mr. Alfred.

"Sir", I panted over the phone immediately I picked it. "You won't believe what just happened-"

"You stupid bitch!!!", He cussed hard at me.

"Sir?"

"How dare you?!! How dare you hit a customer hard in the ball for trying to fuck you?!! Do you know you just cost me my most important client?!!", He questioned furiously.

"But sir, don't you want to hear what he did at least-"

"Fuck what he did, and fuck you too! You know what?! When I see you, you're going to pay back every dime I've on your godforsaken life!! You will pay with your dear life!!"

The line went dead, and I just realized I was fucked.

The small apartment I stayed in was Mr. Alfred's and I would be walking into my death if I decided to get to that house to even pack my things.

I had nowhere to stay or hide.

I was left with only one choice.

I had to go back to Italy.