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Althaia “And why exactly can’t Michael come and get me?” I asked again. I was in his office, trying to knock some sense into that thick head of his. “I don’t like him.” Damiano gave a curt reply and resumed sifting through the scattered papers on his desk. “Well, I do!” His eyes snapped to mine, looking at me sharply. “Antonio will drive you.” “Why bother the poor man by going back and forth? I’m just going to my dad’s house.” I had made myself comfortable on his desk, watching him go over a list of numbers. “He will stay with you. For protection.” Damiano’s eyes narrowed on something written on the paper. I hadn’t wanted to disturb him and tried to leave earlier, but he wanted me in here. Besides, he had his hand on my thigh and I couldn't bring myself to move away. “That’s dumb… Protect me from what? My own father?” I wondered. He sighed and put the paper in his hand down to look at me. “I have something I need to take care of and won’t be there with you. With Antonio, it wil
Althaia “Mmhh, this is so good!” I beamed as I stuffed pieces of meat in my mouth, savoring each bite. Michael’s surprise was to take me to his favorite Korean restaurant, and we were having the best Korean barbecue I have ever had in my life. “Damn, it’s like listening to live porn with the sounds you’re making.” Michael flashed a cheeky smile. “Why would you even say that?” I hissed at him. We got a look from the couple sitting next to us, so I gave them an awkward smile. “It’s hot though. Keep going.” He grinned, completely unaware they heard him. “Stop it.” I gave him a death stare, and he just laughed while chowing down his food. “You know what, let’s get Soju Bombs.” Michael said and quickly placed an order. “Did you forget you’re driving?” I asked. After that little stunt of mine, I wasn’t allowed to drive his car anymore. Actually, he said he would never get in any car if I was the one driving. Such a big baby. “We’re just getting one. Besides, we’re not going back rig
Althaia I woke up when the car came to a stop. I peered out of the window to see where he took me, but all I could see was an underground parking lot. “Where are we?” I asked when he opened the car door for me. “You’ll see.” He pulled me to his side, providing me with some of his warmth as we made our way into the elevator. “We are in a hotel.” I stated as we stepped out of the elevator. I could tell this was a private floor as there was only one room. “I have an event to attend, and I want you to join me.” Did that mean we would share a bed? My question got answered when we stepped inside the hotel room. We are definitely sharing. And that may have made me feel excited about the possibilities. “So, what kind of event?” I asked and looked around. The room was large and much fancier than the hotel I had stayed in. Everything was super neat. It made me scared to even breathe in case I would dirty the air. I shouldn’t have expected anything less. He was, after all, a man of luxu
Damiano I watched her sleep peacefully next to me. Her plump lips were slightly parted as she let out a light snore. It made me smile just watching her how peaceful and so innocent looking she was, despite her looking thoroughly fucked. Althaia got knocked out almost instantly once we finished, and just like I had fantasized, she let me do whatever I wanted with her. Althaia stirred in her sleep and moved until her head rested on my chest with an arm across my torso. I stilled. It wasn’t something I wasn’t used to, but I let her stay. She curled up entirely into my side and I made sure not to move so I wouldn’t disturb her while I watched her get comfortable. Her lips went into a small pout; I wanted to chuckle how endearing it was but refrained myself. Instead, I brushed some hair out of her face and lightly caressed her cheek. She let out a small sigh, snuggling her face into my neck, and continued to sleep soundly. I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes. For the past
Althaia “So, why are we going to an auction?” I asked and sipped my latte. We found a cute, small restaurant, having a croissant sandwich for breakfast. “Why do you think people go to auctions?” My question entertained Damiano, and I rolled my eyes at his answer. “I know why people go to auctions. I’m just curious why we are going.” I elaborated. Damiano looked at me with a slight tilt of his head with a playful gleam in his eyes. “See it as a get-together.” “A get-together? Like with normal people, or…” I looked around to make sure no one could hear me. “With a bunch of Mafia people?” I whispered in complete seriousness. I watched Damiano sip his coffee, but it looked more like he was trying to hide a laugh. “Businessmen. Let’s say auctions are a way to show off your power and wealth.” He explained, and I raised my brows in surprise. “So, Mafia people.” I corrected with a teasing smile. He shrugged but didn’t deny it. “And why do you do that?” “To make a statement that you hav
Althaia “You really don’t know the meaning of a break, do you?” I playfully shook my head at him. “It’s your fault for being sexy.” Damiano shot me a wink. “Ah, right, blaming it on women when it’s the men who can’t control themselves.” I retorted. “I didn’t hear you complain earlier. In fact, it sounded like you were very much enjoying it.” A satisfied look crossed his face as his eyes roamed down my body. “It wasn’t too bad.” I shrugged, pretending as if it didn’t turn me on when I watched him take me from behind. “So, what’s the plan for today?” I asked, hoping I wouldn’t have to do more shopping after spending hours in a fitting room. “Whatever your heart desires.” “Really?” “I’m all yours.” Damiano smiled, and the world around seemed to blur into insignificance. A beautiful smile on his lips had my heart quickened its pace, and a surge of warmth enveloped me. There was no question that he was beautiful. “You better not regret your words.” I chuckled started walking towar
Althaia We spent the whole day at the amusement park, trying out different foods and playing games. I was a competitive person and would challenge Damiano at any chance. “I don’t lose, Althaia.” He would say every time I lost to him, and it annoyed me to no end. “I don’t like you.” I scowled and he would chuckle at me, but then he would soften the blow by winning me so many teddy bears that my arms were full. It had me smiling like crazy. “My feet are hurting.” I winced, staring at the flats I was wearing. They weren’t exactly comfortable to wear after so many hours. “Want to head back?” Damiano asked, and I nodded tiredly. All I could think about was getting off my feet and soaking in a hot bath. We changed direction to get to the exit, and that was when I noticed a man changed his direction as well and followed us. The same man we have walked by a few times already. My heart pumped faster. Something about it wasn’t right. I tried to tell myself it was coincidental, but he had
Althaia I sank into the bathtub, feeling the warmth of the water and the tickle of bubbles on my skin. The water enveloped me, and I let out a contented sigh, feeling the knots in my muscles start to loosen. I made a mental note that I would never again wear flats to an amusement park. I felt the weight of exhaustion settling over me, lulling me toward slumber. The previous night had been sleepless, leaving an undeniable imprint on my features. Every time I shut my eyes, I would hear sounds of gunshots in my mind, and I would wake up, startled. In the end, I gave up and spent the night tracing the curves and lines of Damiano's tattoos with my fingers, finding comfort in the steady rhythm of his breathing. Damiano didn’t sleep either, but I doubt he was awake for the same reasons. He was awake, comforting me by tracing smooth circles on my back. It was so calming that, under normal circumstances, I would have been asleep in seconds. What happened played repeatedly in my mind, and t