All Chapters of Masquerade: His Forbidden Obsession: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Ruggerio We settle back into our lounge, and I pull her close as soon as she let go of my hand to sit down next to me. I can’t remember ever being this touchy. Also, I love how close she gets to me. Smelling her perfume has my brain skipping his services, having me behave like a little boy. I could have her cling on to me all evening and would do anything to have her remove her mask. “So where does a royal princess usually go clubbing in this plebeian city?” She looks at me skeptically as I hold my cigarette pack out to her. “I’d like to meet you in another life.” Even if rolling her eyes, she can’t prevent the smile stretching on her luscious lips. “This isn’t a good idea, Ron.” “Don’t you want to let destiny decide that?” She laughs as she shakes her head. “It’s not exactly destiny if you look for me where I tell you I’ll be.” “It’s destiny that I’m so set on finding you in real life.” I light her cigarette and she takes a long pull, freeing the smoke back out slowly. “M

Ruggerio I know I’m addicted the moment I discover that she tastes even better than she smells. After I had her against the wall, we kept making out until we landed on the big bed, throning in the middle of the room. The many mirrors in the room were giving me creepy vibes at first, but by the time I got her off for the second time, I grew particularly fond of them. The incredible picture of our reflection while she was riding me will be enough to keep my thoughts dirty for a happy while. As we lay next to each other, still catching our breaths, I move my hand to take hers. I press a short kiss on her knuckles before I pull myself up to my side. I had to fight the urge to tell her my real name and nearly failed. The sole consolation was that at least the fake name I gave her resembled the beginning of mine. Well, if you were to apply a lot of imagination. She lifts her hand, caressing my side and draws little circles on my birthmark. “This is cute. And it will be your tell if I had

Ginevra I’m the most dramatic person in the world, I know. That’s all because I was brought up with narrations of miracles, tales about curses and utterly drastic telenovela-storylines. Naturally, the fact that the one narrating it were also dramatic and hot-tempered characters surely wasn’t helpful either. No wonder I felt like nothing even mattered anymore. The night I spent with my mysterious masked man was so wholesome that everything just feels flavorless. God, I miss someone I don’t even know. I’m quite sure he doesn’t even waste a minute thinking of me. Going on with his fabulous and successful life. I sigh deeply and Nina looks up at me from her magazine. “That was a hella deep sigh, love?! What’s wrong?” “Nothing.” I take another deep sigh. Even knowing exactly how my grandmother would hate to see me propping my head up on my head while leaning on the counter, I still don’t have the strength to move. As I stare at the door of the boutique, I pout as I talk to Nina. “I h

Ginevra “Oh. My. God! You won’t believe it!” I look up from my magazine to face my best friend barging into the room. She walks straight to my armchair and plops down on the footrest standing before me. She grins happily and her eyes sparkle, making me giggle in anticipation. “What?!” “I hope you are ready for something spicy, because I have all the sauce!” I grin back at her, letting my magazine fall into my lap, “Spill it!” She clears her throat, expanding her hands theatrically in front of her. “Apparently, Mr. I’m-the-boss-of-the-world was at the party too.” My eyes widen at her. “Really?” She nods repeatedly, her sly grin growing. “Yes. Yes. And the best part is that he got stood up by a girl apparently. And now he is looking for her!” She burst into a loud laugh, and I laugh maliciously. “What an idiot.” “He posted it on i***a. He is looking for her. Apparently, they made a deal, and he says he wants to break it.” I push out a now forced laugh while my heart skips a

Ginevra I don’t even feel the cold air blowing on this chilly summer evening, as we are in line to get into the club. My heart is beating so fast that it seems to warm myself with my anxiety painfully. Not even the buzzing streets of the city that never sleeps has me getting distracted from my sorrow. My breathing gets labored, and I try to regulate it, fearing I will suffocate soon. Nina and Hissy are standing in line with me and while Hissy is clinging to me, telling me how her week was, Nina is already flirting with a guy waiting in another line. As the bouncer finally lets us pass to enter into the club, I straighten my spine and take a deep breath. Sheltered by the loud music, Nina turns to squeeze my arm. “It’s going to be alright, breathe.” I nod with a forced smile even if I would give everything to just turn around and leave. I’ve made up plenty of scenarios of how Ruggerio would recognize me in the crowd and not even one turned out in a good way. It was disastrous. Alway