Chapter 2 Night at the suite

"I don't think it's safe for you to drive little girl," he said concernedly with his deep Italian accent.

"I'm fine, I just need to find my keys," she said smiling at the man as she fumbled with her bag, trying to find her car keys.

If she ever gets in trouble what's in it for him anyway? It's not like he knows the girl. He questioned himself, but seeing her trying to act sober and the thought that this rare beauty might get wiped out from the face of the Earth didn't sit well with him. And when she stared up to see who this hot masculine voice was, he completely lost it staring at her ocean blue eyes. So different from his dark brown orbs that holds his deep darkest thoughts.

Her face was doll-like. She looked like an angel who fell from Heaven for him to corrupt with his darkness.

Olive was about to pass out when Guissepi carried her over his shoulders and went straight to the hotel where the nightclub was. "Ready my suite," he ordered his subordinates.

He owns the place and this is where he'd usually take his conquest and fuck them like there's no tomorrow.

Olive reeked of alcohol and vomit, putting her down on the bed wouldn't be hygienic, so he brought him to the bathroom and straight to the shower where the hot water blasted from above like little raindrops, immediately getting them both wet.

"I'm going to leave you to shower," he said but the moment he took off her support she stumbled behind only to be caught by his huge strong arms again.

"Mia Cara," he whispered in her ear.

"It's so cold," she shivered while taking her clothes off. Seeing that she could stand on her own, Guissepi took the initiative to leave and shower in the other bathroom.

Once finished, he got out with only a towel wrapped around his waist, and a smaller one on his neck, to check on Olive, she was sleeping in the tub with only a towel wrapped around her tiny figure. Her nipples were almost exposing and her thighs looked smooth, he wondered what it would feel like pressed on his cheeks. "Cazzo."

This woman was like a little trojan horse sent to poke all his weak spots. A temptress and she didn't even know how her innocence was charming him in a way he never thought was possible. He wanted to take her, feel her and taste her but not like this, not when she's vulnerable. If he were to fuck a woman, he wants them conscious to feel him, pounding into them.

He then took the woman out of the bath and into his huge round bed. He turned off all the lights in fear of getting tempted upon seeing what could be under her damp towel. "Put this on," he ordered as he handed her a shirt from his closet. Olive would jump in and out of her conscious state. In the dark, she obediently put on white button-down long sleeves that went just below her underwear.

There was something about this voice that attracted her and turned her own, stammering in the dark, she fell on the bed just right in front of Guissepi. "Get on the bed and rest. I don't think I'd be able to control myself further if you keep this up," Guissepi said, trying to suppress the lust that she was steering within him. Being with this girl was too dangerous, the attraction was too much even for him.

But what she did next surprised him. She placed her lips on his and instantly got engaged in a hot steamy make-out session with him. Her inexperience made her lose the fight for dominance. The kiss awakened the heated desire, but before it was too late.

"No!" He sneered pushing her away. "You don't know who I am," he reasoned, oh and how he hated himself for pushing her away.

She wanted more of his mouth on hers and she hated the distance he put up. "What's your name then?" Olive asked. Her soft drunken voice sounded like an angel to his ears.

"Moretti. Guissepi Moretti," he answered but poor Olive was feeling nauseous and restless already, that the name didn't register in her earring. She fell on her back. She was just worrying about where to sleep for tonight and didn't expect to be sleeping on the softest mattress in the world, with a tall muscular man beside her. Too bad she was too drunk to appreciate.

Guiseppi went to occupy the space beside her. He can't make love to her, so he might as well just cuddle her.

She felt so soft and looked like a little girl in his arms.

Unfortunately, the sun rose and the room was lit by its radiance. Guissepi hasn't had a good sleep in ages, ever since his brother was killed. And he'd give up anything just to stay for a few minutes, but his right-hand man Flavio came in to wake him up.

"Boss, we need to go now," Flavio coolly said. Guissepi never oversleeps and was always awake, but this time he looked like a sleeping wolf, hugging his mate. Guissepi wanted to strangle him to death for disturbing him, but he knows Flavio only meant well. They have a few stuff they need to do for the day.

Guissepi, untangled his arms from the woman and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his eyes awake. It was better anyways for him to wake up before her and startle her, "Tell Mauro to stay behind and wait for her to wake up. Buy her breakfast and tell him to bring her wherever she wants," he ordered in Italian.

Flavio was curious but didn't dare intrude. On a normal day, he would've asked someone to take out the woman on his bed even before dawn breaks.

Once he was ready, wearing trousers and a black shirt, the two left elegantly.