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"I promised to you again, bambolina. Didn't I? So you see? I will do anything to see you again, even if it takes me to buy the whole fucking building. To see you each day, bambolina." - Giovanni Leone Santorini.

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Giovanni Leone Santorini's POV

I angled my head, and the warm, insistent tip of my tongue ran across the seam of her lips, tasting the sweetness of every bit of her small but full luscious lips that I have been dreaming of devouring since I first laid my eyes on her.

Biting her bottom lip briefly, then sucking it soothingly, making her moan softly, allowing my tongue to plunge into her mouth.

Her moan became louder as she tugged my head closer, grabbing a handful of my thick hair as she met my tongue. Thrust against thrust. Her soft, pliant tongue made love to mine, and I forgot everything. Forgot that we were inside her car.

She was lying on the back seat, and her eyes were closed, feeling my kisses, my hands all over her.

I ignored the pain that erupted from my scalp when her grip tightened around my hair, and I enjoyed her moans, grinning satisfactorily with the reaction I got.

Our tongue danced, and my cocked throbbed agonizingly, my balls heavy, begging for a release.

If I'd prolong this foreplay and not balls deep inside her tight heat in a few minutes, I'll explode like a rookie in my pants.

"Cazzo, Bambolina! You tasted so good ... So damn freaking good!" I grunted with heightening desires and deepened the kisses with my hands skimming on her lower back, slipping inside her pants and grabbing her toned rounded ass closer. Her tight assed felt so perfect in my big hands.

Soft against my calloused hands.

I almost came.

I knew she could not resist me. No matter how she denied it.

"Yes! Please!..."

Her voice was filled with thick desire that vibrated in my heated veins. My cock hardened more if that was even more possible.

She let go of my hair, and my lips trailed lower, sucking, nipping, and licking her, worshipping every part of her body with my lips and tongue.

And finally, I came face to face with my goal. My final destination.

Soft dark curls, barely covering her pink, soaked flesh. And I ate her like a starved man for years and years.

I drank her weeping core, lapped and sucked her essence until she bucked, whimpered, and then cried out loud as she climaxed in my mouth.

And while she rode away her climax, I crawled on top of her.

Her eyes were still glazed with desire.

I hovered over her, my sandwich in between her quivering thighs. My aching cock touched her warm, soaked slits. I almost burst into oblivion.

"You fucking look amazing, bambolina," I murmured gutturally and leaned down to kiss her. "You tasted like heaven," I drawled, intensely aroused. I looked at her, and she smiled.

"Thank you, Ed!"

Ed?

I jolted awake. Disorientedly, I looked around.

And then I heard the sexy voice of the newscaster. It echoed inside the room next. Still, with foggy vision and mind, I realized it was all but a dream.

Another wet dream of her. And another blue ball.

The fucking TV woke me during my lovemaking with Athena Guidici. The only time I had her in my arms and the only time it felt real, and the fucking TV ruined that moment. I was supposed to bury my cock inside her, balls deep.

FUCK!

I cursed whoever invented the Television.

Grunting frustratedly, I sat upright on the couch and found my cock as hard as the board, rubbing against the fabric. And it's not the most comfortable feeling ever.

Glancing at my sleek Rolex watch wrapped around my wrist, I realized it was already half past one in the afternoon.

I was waiting for a call. Instead, I fell asleep on the couch.

I haven't had any good sleep since I had that kiss with her. It had been haunting me, and every time I dreamed of it. I know my body is freaking craving her.

I had to taste her more.

God, this is fucking so frustrating. The crease in my forehead increased as I thought of the kisses we shared in her car.

It was so hot, and we almost had sex.

It's been three months since it happened, and for damn three months, I never got laid.

Her kisses had destroyed me for another woman.

Cazzo!

I knew it when I saw her. I was a goner. And my life will never be the same.

My attention was diverted back to the stunning lady on the screen. Her voice was sultry, and it matched the face of its owner. She is the kind of girl you want to drill in your bed. And will never get tired of her loud moan, which will only ignite the desire to pummel her wet core in every different position.

Dara Melvin.

The woman who once screamed my name with pleasure as she shattered into oblivion.

I scoffed.

That was before I met Athena Giudici.

The girl who gave me this feeling of wantonness just by her stare. She awakened the sexual beast sleeping within me.

I thought I would never feel this strong connection with a woman. I never thought I could love and care for someone.

I knew I found it when I saw that unique darkest gray eyes that seem like to bring storm in my life.

And she did.

The feeling was so strong. It drove me crazy. I was just hit by a typhoon. It is called love.

Ever since that day, I couldn't think straight, and my life would never be at peace until I had her to where she should be.

At my side. In my life.

Yes, she's going to be mine!

The ringing of the phone dragged me out of my train of thought.

I shifted my eyes to my phone, sitting on the coffee table, and checked the caller before connecting it.

"Any update?" I grinned as I waited for my very close buddy Devito 'Vito' Luttrelli's report since this morning. I'm so elated.

"I have the deeds and the contracts, Gio." Vito's boasting voice reached my ears, and my whole system beamed at him. He deserved a pat on the back for this job well done.

I know my friends and buddies never disappoint.

I'm not gonna ask how he managed to get that stubborn owner of the Eliton Grand Condominium at Fifth Avenue to agree. I have a hunch, knowing how we deal with resolute people.

I grinned.

"You can see your girl anytime, Gio!" He clucked his tongue, dragging me back out of my oblivion.

"You know when I want something, I get it, Vito." I boasted, grinning from ear to ear, with my fingers tapping my thigh, imagining her reaction when she faced me. When she smirked, trying to deny my presence.

My friends were surprised when they first saw me smile genuinely, like a kid who received his favorite presents from Santa Claus.

I noticed how weird I must look.

And smiling so often since I met my bambolina (my little doll) was really an odd occurrence.

She brightened my dark days and replaced that broodiness stuck on my appearance at all times with a smile.

"I don't know if I know you anymore, Gio. You've gone mad." I could sense him shaking his head while clucking his tongue. And I can't blame him. But don't care.

I want Athena Guidici. And she's going to be mine.

My first step to breaking them up and her boyfriend has been done. Too easy, with no hassles. His ass of a boyfriend has been cheating on her anyway. All I have to do is get them caught.

"Thanks, Vito. Is there anyone occupying the penthouse?"

"Yes, but he's gone by now. I had it covered. He was tough at first, but nothing can't be done ..." I could feel him grinning like a madman.

"Thanks, amigo. I'll be moving in today." I exclaimed, too giddy that I didn't notice my timbre. I'm almost giggling like a stupid man.

I heard him laughing on the other end.

"The place should be ready to be occupied in a couple hours."

"Well, maybe I can hang out in her condo while waiting," I mumbled inaudibly, but he heard it, eliciting another roar of laughter from Vito. He was enjoying it immensely.

"Giovanni Leone Santorini. What had Cupid done unto our Lord of hatred? Love really does miraculous things." He clucked his tongue, and I ended the line, not wanting to hear more of his mockery. Though I was grinning like a fool, not a bit perturbed by my friend's teasing.

Devito Luttrelli, Isaias Vitale, and I have been best friends since I can remember. Devito and Isaias' foster family worked with my family, and we all grew up in the same compound until we reached eighteen.

My family had treated them as our family when they moved to New York.

Dad had to relocate them when our company was expanding in the US.

We all went to the same school until university. We established our own brotherhood. And we were more than brothers. We live and die for each other.

I stuffed the phone in my gray jeans pocket, grabbed the remote control, and turned off the TV. Tossing the remote on the couch, I grabbed my black leather coat and shrugged it on carelessly as I strode to the door. Grabbed the keys from the table, sitting in one corner close to the door on my way out.

Locking my penthouse securely, I walked to the elevator while tapping on my phone's screen.

I made a reservation at the Puezzo De Pizzeria, an Italian restaurant. A few blocks from my newly bought building.

I stuffed my phone back in my pocket, my eyes trained on the pixilated screen changing, relaying every floor as it descended.

Finally, it jolted to stop, and I stepped closer to the door, too impatient for the door to slide open.

As soon as the metal door slid open, I stepped out and headed to the exit door.

One of the most fancy buildings at the upperside of New York. High rise, glass-walled, and it's beaming ostentatiously on the horizon. I spent eight years here in New York, on the top floor.

"Hello, Mr. Santorini. How are you?" The guard greeted.

I nodded slightly and greeted him back. "Never been better, Tony." The surprised look on the guard's face almost burst me into laughter. He gawked at me as I patted his shoulder lightly before walking past him.

I ignored his response.

Sawyer was looking at me like I just grew another head.

I smiled at him.

He frantically stood upright and bowed lightly. "Mr. Santorini." He acknowledged me stiffly, and I grinned.

"Now, now Sawyer, that is one stiff smile. Have you ever been laid, Sawyer?" I asked good-naturedly, and he coughed, almost choking.

"You must be joking, Mr. Santorini." He responded, still stunned by my light mood. And the smile I wore more often than they had ever seen.

They are used to a brooding Santorini, always wearing a dark, dangerous scowl.

A smile is too priceless. I understand all the surprised looks on my employees.

"No, Sawyer. I think... you deserve a woman who can pleasure you and will make you smile genuinely." I teased as I settled in the back of my car.

Sawyer closed the door with a puzzled look. He slid into the driver's side, his poker face back in place.

"To Eliton Grand Condominium, Fifth Avenue."

I crossed my legs, gaze trained outside the window, watching the busy street. While my other hand unconsciously fiddled with my phone on my thigh.

Today was Saturday. The sunlight was like a blanket covering everything under it. It was the end of fall, yet the sun was still beaming at everyone, not ready to leave yet.

The weather was gorgeous. And the New Yorkers were taking advantage of it, strolling around before the crazy winter arrived.

The large metal sign "Eliton Grand Condominium" came into view when my armored car turned into the street of Fifth Avenue. The traffic was making my patience slip away.

Finally, the car pulled in front of the condominium.

I excitedly climbed out of the car without waiting for Sawyer to open the door for me and fix my leather coat.

Showing my hands inside my pockets, I headed to the entrance door, ignoring the guard greeting me as I walked past him.

Inside me, I was giddy. A strange emotion, yet I welcomed it.

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Athena Giudici's POV

The annoying sounds of the vacuum echoed inside my room, consistently cursing my cleaner after giving me such a sudden notice of her leaving to visit her family back in Mexico.

It's so hard to find such trustworthy cleaners these days.

Zen was recommended by my friend Fatima, and this is the only time she had a vacation since she worked with me.

She comes in twice a week.

And most of the time, it was Bell that was cleaning my condo.

Now, she's living in an estate outside the city, at Hampton, with her husband, Rafael Valiente.

I missed her, but she has her own life now. I'm happy for her.

I hate to clean.

I like to cook. Ask me to do anything except cleaning.

I crouched down as I grunted and grumbled. I pushed the vacuum wand to the corner under my bed, trying to clean the bottom part, which I bet had never been cleaned since Bell left.

After some struggles fitting under the bed, and lying on my chest on the carpet, finally, I'm done.

I was soaked with sweat by the time I was done. It was satisfying to know I've done one thing I always procrastinate doing.

I could smell myself, and it was starting to give me a bad vibe.

I unplugged the vacuum and kept the vacuum back in my storage room. I decided to have a shower.

For fall weather, it sure is hot.

I quickly had a quick shower and chose to wear my gray knitted cotton vest shorts paired with a pink cotton tank top that hugged my body like a second skin.

I just let my damp hair hang loosely around my shoulder. The damped hair felt refreshing around my bare shoulders.

Before I left my room, my eyes drifted to the small Barbie alarm clock on the other wooden bedside table. It says eleven thirty.

I decided to do some work.

I walked to my small bar, grabbed a chardonnay white wine bottle from the shelves, and poured some into the empty glass.

Holding the wine glass with one hand and the wine bottle in the other hand, I walked over to my couch in the living room. A few meters away, just opposite my kitchen, and bar with an island counter in between.

I sat on one corner of the couch, placed the glass on the end table on my side, then grabbed my mac pro laptop, sitting on the glass coffee table since this morning. I sat horizontally, laptop on my lap.

I fired up the laptop, and while waiting for the screen to turn on, I enjoyed my wine. Occasionally sipped the wine while my eyes pinned on the screen, slowly accessing.

Then suddenly, Giovanni's face flashed through my head.

As soon as the screen lit up and was ready to use, I placed my glass on the table, and my fingers typed away, but I froze midway as I read the letters on the search engine.

Giovanni San—

What am I doing?

No one is watching.

Besides, he has been a constant memory since that make-out session in my car.

Why not search for him? I couldn't bring my mind to work. And I'm off. I should be relaxing.

I shook my head and redirected my thoughts to my work. Check out what is the new trend. Browse the trending news. What do people want to read these days? What's going on with society?

And then, I veered back to the thought of that billionaire playboy.

Giovanni Santorini, I mumbled as I tapped unconsciously on the search engine, mindlessly grinning from ear to ear.

I saw a bunch of links of him with different girls in his arms. They aren't just ordinary women. Mostly models, celebrities, and from elite circles, looking classy and glamorous.

Nothing like me, but I belong in that society.

My heart sinks as the realization hits me hard.

I may belong in their circle, yet I can never be like them.

Of course, I am not like them. I don't hit any man I fancy.

I glowered at the photos smiling at me.

And that's the kind of woman Giovanni Santorini dates.

I read some of the articles about him and his dates. How he changed his woman every week, discarding them like he discarded used condoms.

Yes, I'm delusional to think that someone like Giovanni Santorini would even think of getting serious with someone as two-goody-shoes as me.

"Why are you sulking, Enna?" I inwardly chastised myself.

Last year, he got the title Playboy of the Year, so what do I expect. He is, of course, Rafael Valiente's best friend. Both are known as New York Man-whore. Walking testosterones.

No doubt, he's only going to use you and then dump you when he's done, I chastised myself as I grabbed the wine glass, a little too vicious. Good thing it was almost done. The liquid sloshed, and I tossed it back bitterly. It must be the bitter taste of the wine that caused these feelings.

I shook the jealousy off, grabbed the wine bottle, and poured more into my glass.

I gulped some more, wanting to drown the unpleasant feelings.

"Boys will always be boys," I mumbled as I shook my head.

But my fingers can't stop scrolling all his pictures down.

Why would I feel envious or bitter? It's not like I'm considering him to be my next relationship. As of now, I'm not ready for any relationship, especially not with him.

I find my eyes again staring at every picture of him on the screen. No matter what angle. Whether it was stolen or not, he still looks gorgeous. He was made to perfection. I thought Rafael Valiente was perfect, but Giovanni seemed to surpass his gorgeousness.

Damn, this man is so lucky.

He has everything. All in one package, and he knows how to use it to his advantage.

They didn't care how many hearts they would break. As long as they get what they want.

I shut my eyes and tried to shake off the hollow feelings slowly blossoming in my heart. I never felt this when I caught Brittany and Zander fucking in his penthouse. He has been cheating on me for a while.

I trusted him so much.

I thought he was really loyal to me, but as they say, "Boys will always be boys."

Once you turn your back, they are single.

I clenched my jaw as the picture of Brittany naked and riding my fucking boyfriend, both lost while chasing their climax that they didn't notice two pairs of gray eyes staring at them, shocked and enraged.

I could still see Zander's flushed face turning into a white sheet when he finally noticed me, standing in the doorway with a clenched jaw. He hastily pushed Brittany off him, shoving her on the corner of his bed, and stumbled as he rushed towards me. He didn't care if he was naked, his wandering dick glistening with Brittany's cum, and it only ignited my anger, my hatred against them.

"Babe, it's not what you think. She came here, and she seduces me!" He pointed at Brittany, trying to fool me again.

"Son of a bitch! We have been cheating on her for three years, Zander! Who are you trying to fool?" She yelled at him hysterically, but Zander ignored her. He reached for my shoulders and stepped back.

I don't know how I rein myself. Deep within me, I was like a boiling lava. Just one poke, and I'll explode. My head was spinning, but I controlled my anger.

With a calm demeanor, and eyes as cold as their hearts, I left them without a word.

I ignored Zander's pleas. I turned my back on them, walking and running towards the elevator. And since he was naked, he stopped following me. Calling my name, and it echoed across the long hallway.

Zander pleaded with me to come back and forgive him, but I left his penthouse, not looking back.

Then as soon as I got into my car, I drove off like a maniac. Bitterness and hatred whirled in my system. I let the tears freely cascade down my cheeks as I cruised along the busy road, turning here and there onto unfamiliar streets.

When my vision became blurry from the incessant tears, I decided to pull over to a not-busy street. And parked on the side of the road.

I let the anger, frustrations, and hurt out through crying.

As I cried my heart out, out of nowhere, Giovanni showed up.

I lifted my blurry eyes to the window when I heard someone knocking. And I quickly dried my tears, feeling another overwhelming pity for myself, knowing that Giovanni Santorini, of all people, had to witness me on my worst moment, how I wailed for an undeserving guy. I wanted to crawl under the car. Wishing the car floor to open up and swallow me in.

I was embarrassed.

However, he made me feel differently.

Cared?

He was so tender.

He tried to comfort me. And since I was desperate for comfort, I cried on his chest, soaking his crisp white shirt, but he didn't care.

His strong hands stroked my back with so much tenderness, it was startling to know, knowing he was like a wall of brick, hard in all areas, and it didn't match his personality. I wept more.

I don't know how he found me, but I was glad with his presence. It was surprisingly a comfort.

He consoled me, and I don't know what happened. How we ended up kissing, that led to hot make out. My soft cries became moans. And I almost gave up the only thing I didn't give to Zander. A reason why he wandered.

Was it my fault?

He knows before we even begin that I'm not ready. He didn't push me. And all the more, I trusted him and cared for him deeply.

I should have known that no man ever be that patient. A priest, perhaps?

If he didn't call me a little doll, I would have given him my v, and worst, in my car.

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to erase that incident as I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks with embarrassment.

I felt so dirty and desperate every time that scene crosses my mind.

Suddenly, my doorbell rang, then followed by a loud knock on the door.

Who could it be?

Groaning loudly, I lazily place the laptop on the coffee table without turning it off, with Giovanni's pictures still boasting on the screen, taunting me.

I dragged myself to the door and opened it, forgetting to check the peephole first, which I usually do.

I yanked the door open, and I was surprised to see Giovanni standing in my doorway, looking a billion dollar in his leather coat jacket, towering over me.

His grin was too annoying yet giving me tingles all over my body, and the kisses we shared flashed through my head.

Involuntarily, my eyes landed on his not-so-full lips that tasted so sexy, intoxicatingly irresistible.

"Misses my kiss, Bambolina?" he drawled. His low, deep husky tone brought warm sensations and rushed low to my belly.

Suddenly, the excitement I felt morphed into irritation, and before he could step back, I slammed the door in his face.

I heard his loud groan, and I snorted. "Serves you right!" as I crossed my hands on my chest.

I felt giddy, terrified, and all other emotions I dared not entertain.

Then after a few seconds, the groaning and grunting sound dissipated. I let out the breathe I didn't realize I was holding.

I thought he left, but then a loud bang on my door, startling me. I jumped back, fumbling over my feet, trying to regain my balance.

Clutching my chest, I cursed him behind the door.

The loud banging didn't stop, then followed his demanding menacing voice.

"Open the goddamn door, or I will break this fucking thing!"

Fear suddenly crept into my gut when his threat reached my ears.

I know he isn't joking, and the darkness in his voice, dripping with menace, didn't escape my sharp senses.

He's truly mad.

I controlled the shakiness of my hands, held the knob firmly, then heaved a loud breath before I opened the door, pasting an annoyed look.

His angry face suddenly morphed into a soft heart-melting look, and again, my heart beat faster, and my stomach was in knots at the sight of him.

I felt like someone is chasing me, and my chest is burning from the intensity of my heart beating.

His eyes, the color of amethyst, which I never had a chance to look at it before, were filled with mirth.

The color was strange yet mesmerizing.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't feel his hands encircled around my waist, and a bit possessive.

And then, he guided me inside, acting so comfortable as he invited himself in. That's when I was pulled out of my trance.

"Wait," I pushed myself away from his hold and glared at him.

Standing close to him, I felt so short and small.

He was like a giant wall made of pure muscles.

"I miss you. Don't you miss me too, Bambolina?" He asked with his smirk plastered on his lips, making my temper drop dangerously low. His eyes danced with mischief, and I dreaded the feeling like butterflies were set free in my belly. And now, they are partying.

I knew he was up to something, and I don't know if I trusted myself around him, especially in a confined room.

"I told you to steer clear of me. I don't want to see you again, Giovanni." I brushed past him, ignoring the sullen look on his face after openly rejecting his presence.

The same look he gave me after I warned him to leave me alone after that kiss we shared. I was too scared that he would see through me, and all my defenses against him and the attraction I felt would crumble, and he'll take advantage of my weaknesses.

I felt his arm grabbing me in an iron grip and dragging me back in front of him.

He looked appalled, and yet his voice was still calm. As calm as the sea in the summer.

"I promised to you again, bambolina. Didn't I? So you see? I will do anything to see you again, even if it takes me to buy the whole fucking building. To see you each day, bambolina." He smirked, and I stepped back, but he just pulled me back, slamming me against his rock-hard chest. And this time, the gap between us is non-existent, with his other arm snaking around my waist, holding me in place.

I gasped at the sudden electrifying sensations that erupted within me as our bodies pressed against each other. I felt suddenly hot and aching, especially the lower part of my belly.

I squeezed my thighs unconsciously as delicious sensations rushed through my veins downward and pooled between my thighs. I felt damped and aching.

I briskly squashed those strange yet exciting sensations and narrowed my eyes at him.

"Yeah, right! As if Mr. Frankling Eliton would sell this to anyone, especially you." I scoffed, cocking up one eyebrow in mockery.

"You forgot who I am, Bambolina." He clucked his tongue, which only pissed me off. And in addition to that, he kept calling me a little doll!

Screw this man, who had such a big ego.

"Stop calling me your doll. I'm not a little doll!" I stomped on his feet, and he just chuckled. I rolled my eyes heavenward in frustration. Ignoring the carnal air that's suffocating me, radiating off my body.

Am I the only one feeling it?

"Yes, you are, my bambolina. And I intend you to be mine.." He grinned like a devil at his pawn, and I felt infuriated.

"I'm not a toy. Definitely not an object! You can't just decide to own someone whenever you want, Santorini!" I snapped and pushed him off me.

I was glad he didn't expect that, and I took that opportunity to walk away, heading back to the couch.

"I know you like me too, Bambolina, as much as I like you!" He declared haughtily, to my annoyance. I abruptly halted, standing between the couch and the coffee table, and whirled to face him, eyes narrowing in indignation.

He was so presumptuous, and it just antagonized me to no end.

He followed me with his hands resting in his pockets, which only made him look freaking delicious and dangerously hot.

His smirk widened. It only heightened that irritation and bubbling up in my system.

"I don't like you, Santorini!" I spat in disdain. I almost patted my shoulder for keeping such coolness, but deep within me, my belly was in knots.

"Really?" He drawled teasingly, and I frowned. My hands balled into a fist. One more word, I'm going to wipe that wide grin off his face.

He didn't respond, but his twinkling eyes fixed on something behind me.

And I realized what he was staring at.

My eyes landed on the laptop, shamelessly putting me in a very embarrassing situation.

I felt all the blood rush over my cheeks, and I bet I looked like a deep red cherry. At that moment, for the second time, I begged the ground to open and swallow me in. And for the love of God, not spit me out.

I tentatively averted my eyes from the screen to his, and he looked so damn proud. His eyes held amusement at the same time, mocking me.

My cheeks burned, and my whole body felt like I was burning inside.

This is the worst moment of my life.

"I won't judge you, I promise." He lifted his one hand like making an oath, and all I could do is rolled my eyes, trying to conceal the embarrassment.

I held the urge to run to my room and not face him. I hastily folded the laptop shut as if it would save me from embarrassment.

"I know I'm irresistible, Bambolina, and it makes me happy if you just accept it. I promised this gorgeous guy here," he added with his long, thick index finger pointing to his chest. His eyes held so much arrogance, and he continued on to my chagrin. "It is all yours, and you're mine!" He declared on, and I gritted my teeth.

"It's going to be fair. I'm yours, and you're mine." He repeated to me like he was talking to a toddler.

Then, he steps ped closer ... and closer.

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