Marco was awake, but he refused to open his eyes. He already knew
where he was. Cazzo, sono condannato! The memories of the previous
night flooded his mind.
He had been in one of the clubs in Sicily, his hometown, enjoying the
view from the balcony of the building. He felt warmth in his heart and
marveled at how beautiful the city looked at night. The lights and the
calming effect of the sea awed him. He loved the scenery just as he had
as a child. He was surprised that he hadn't gotten used to the beauty
and warmth of the city.
As he was reveling in his surroundings, he inhaled a fragrance that felt
foreign yet relaxing and inviting. He sharply tore his gaze away from the
view he had been intent on capturing every night to the source of the
fragrance. He was spellbound by the woman standing a few meters
away from him. She was ethereal, breathtakingly beautiful in a way
different from what he was used to. Her skin shone in the dark like
bronze. She was curvy and plump, not slender like the women he was
usually attracted to, but hers was a different kind of allure. He was
irresistibly drawn to her.
She had an imposing height and regal demeanor. He knew she must be
African based on her physique, but unlike the Africans he had met
before—who were often timid and had low self-esteem—this lady was
the complete opposite. Dressed to the nines in a shiny yellow sequin
gown, she radiated confidence. Even though they were the only two on
the balcony, he was certain that, even in a room full of goddesses, she
would still stand out.
She was breathtakingly beautiful. His eyes traveled from her thick,
jet-black hair, taking in its richness. He looked at her full breasts and
immediately yearned to rest his head on them. When his gaze reached
her perfectly rounded hips, he felt a tightening in his groin. He grew hard
and was embarrassed, unable to stop ogling her or hide his reaction.
She smirked knowingly, as if accustomed to such responses from men.
That was when he realized how foolish he must have looked staring at
her. He quickly made an effort to regain his composure before making a
complete fool of himself.
"Hello, Bellissima," they said simultaneously.
She chuckled, revealing a perfect set of white teeth that contrasted
beautifully with her dark skin tone.
"I'm sorry. I thought you didn't understand English," she said in a sultry
tone, her accent heavy and unfamiliar, but it sent signals to both his mind
and body.
"Oh, don't be. I understand English. I was just surprised to see such
beauty before me," he countered, and they both laughed.
"I'm Marco, by the way," he introduced himself, looking into her deep
black eyes.
She smiled before replying, "Juliet."
He smiled. "That's a nice name for a breathtaking young lady like you."
She was still smiling when they shook hands, but then she stiffened.
ADANNA
She was shocked. One moment, she had set out to carry out the
assignment given to her, and the next, she was feeling guilty for lying to
her target about her name. He looked innocent and kind but also more
soft-hearted than she was. That made her feel an unexpected sense of
guilt and kinship, which puzzled her. They were far from being
related—not even the same race.
With his brown curly hair and athletic figure, though a bit older than he
looked, he could be anyone's fun uncle. His blue eyes portrayed an
innocence that seemed too pure for the world they found themselves in.
She tried to get a grip on herself as they shook hands, but she felt a
tightness in her chest. She became still, unable to decipher what she
was feeling at that moment. She averted her eyes from his before she made a fool of herself .." this man should not be the end of me " she prayed inwardly .
MARCO
"Is it the wine talking, Mr. Marco?" she sighed.
"Now I thought I was the tipsy one, but it seems like you're worse."
"Oh, don't say that. I'm very much in charge of my senses."
They walked toward the elevator, but as they made their way out, she
noticed men positioned strategically, their eyes on Marco. Oh, so these
are Mr. Marco's men? Seems like I'm saddled with a tough one, huh?
They entered the elevator, and his eyes kept roaming over her body. He
just couldn't help it. When their eyes met, she felt a sudden stab at her
heart, knowing what was bound to happen in a few minutes. Before she
could speak, the elevator doors opened to the floor of Marco's room.
He led the way, and as soon as they got inside, he let out all the pent-up
emotions he had been feeling throughout the night and grabbed her face
to kiss her. She stopped him.
"I think if we're going to do this, it will be on my terms, Marco."
"Wow, you're finally dropping the title. Haha, you're something else, you
know. Alright, we'll play by your rules. But first, I'll plead with you to taste
one of my exotic wines," he coaxed.
She chuckled in a sultry tone. "Oh, please, we can always do that later.
It's either my rules or no stress relief tonight."
He raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, I'll make an exception for you,
Bellissima."
He was eager for a taste of hers. She smiled and made a seductive show of stripping off her clothes and strutted to the bedside, then came back with a little parcel like substance, he didn't think much of it as he was so down to business, yearning in anticipation he made to remove his clothes but she stopped him" I said on my terms remember?" He nodded and say still till she gestured for him to come to her, " but first you have to be on the same vibe as I am" she gives him the substance to sniff , in his eagerness to please her he takes a large amount of it, she smiles at him" you're such a man Marco darling, now come to me and do all those thing you've envisaged doing to me....
He suddenly feels drowsy and as he strives to fight it he suddenly feels overwhelmed by the feeling and is soon met with darkness .