"Sorry baby, but the day I kissed you, you turn me into a dog. I wanted to hump you all the time ..." - Giovanni Leone Santorini

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Giovanni Leone Santorini's POV

So this is what they call lovers quarrel. They say it will make the relationship long lasting, but damn whoever thought this is good for a relationship because at this moment, I curse whoever thought of it.

I hate it.

I hate the thought of her mad at me.

I just only want to please her. I tried my very best to make her happy and hoping she would appreciate what I'm doing, but damn pussy!

Why is it so hard?

What's so maddening about taking her to a trip?

It's a grand vacation in my own Island. I have my own yacht to explore the connecting islands, sailboats if she prefer just dawdling along the water, and jet skis. A secluded island at the pacific ocean in Cayo Sta. Maria Cuba.

If I invited one of my mistresses before, she would surely be bouncing up and down on her feet with excitement. Eyes sparkles like a diamond in happiness, but my Bambolina is completely different. And I never exert an effort to please anyone other than her.

It's a ducking trip, a grand vacation to my own island. A paradise to just relax, but heck she made it like its very unappealing.

Why can't she just shut her mouth and thank me instead. Probably giving me a kiss and make out would surely compensate my effort, but I kept that nagging thought inside my head otherwise, I would screw up everything.

We just gotten good and she said I love you already, and now this trip just ruined everything.

Oh Fuck it!

"Please Bambolina, let me in ..." I beg. I was outside her bedroom door since an hour ago.

Could you imagine that? I've been standing here for an hour?

Alright, this is not me. I don't beg for goodness sake, but screw it! "Please baby, let me in. I promise I will not do it again." I groaned inaudibly trying to kick the anger and frustrations out, swirling in my system. Maybe I could melt her down when I use this trick.

Begging.

Fuck it!

"Shut up, Santorini!" She snaps behind the door. I could feel the anger in her tone and it really didn't suit me well, but it's fine. She responded, that's all that matters.

Gosh, why is it so hard and why it really bothers me this much?

Shitty love!

"Dammit Enna. I was trying to make you happy? What's so hard with that?" I grit out unable to contain my irritation anymore.

Why do I have a very short patience when it comes to her? My control always crashes down.

"You don't really understand do you?" she yanks the door opens and she glares at me with venom. Her nose is flaring with vivid vexation. Her eyes was sharp and her cheeks were so red and she's really pissed.

Small but terrible indeed.

"I already said sorry, bambolina. It bothers me a lot when you're angry at me." My voice softens and gave her my puppy dog eyes I could muster.

She just crossed her arms on her chest and rolled her eyes.

She looks really hot when she is mad and when she rolls her eyes. Such a spitfire.

"Am I forgiven?" I asked when she just stared at me hotly. I felt like I was a little bug under a microscope, being dissected with the way she gaze at me. And it really makes me feel discomfort.

"You can't decide for me, Gio. You make me feel like you control my life." She explains after a long heavy sigh. "Don't make me feel suffocated. It scares me when you do that." Her eyes softens after.

I got her point, but I don't see any wrong with what I did, or controlling her life. I just ask permission to her dad to take her on a vacation for a week, but I kept that again in my head.

"Fine. Now, are we okay?" I close our gap and pulled her close to me, nuzzling my nose on her head- when her earthy yet fruity scent assaulted my senses- drowning myself with her addicting fruity smell.

She really smells good and so soft in my arms.

"Fine, but no more possessiveness please." She mumbles as she wraps her hands around my waist and nuzzled her head in my chest. I could feel her hot breath fanning through my shirt and my friend is stirring back to life.

I can't get enough of her.

"I'm not possessive, Bambolina. I'm just claiming what's mine and I hate to share. Maybe call me selfish." I explained and she just looks up to meet my eyes and she stared at me in disbelief.

"You don't see it do you?" She curled up her lips starting to get annoyed again. "I swear Gio, I'm going to hit your face one day." She pulled herself away and steps back a little, then crosses her hands against her chest, shooting me an incredulous gaze.

Women indeed was like a microscope.

Every little thing you do, it was subjected to dissection and then criticize. Can they smile and thank us instead?

Instead of meeting fire with fire, I just tease her. "Just make sure when you hit me, Bambolina. Not my face. I don't want you to fall out of love because I'm ugly." I grinned.

She rolled her eyes. "You're stinking rich, Gio. You can pay any surgeon to fix your broken face, or even altered your face like the face of Matt Bomer, or Henry Caville-"

"Oh no, Bambolina. Neither one of them. I'm too handsome to be compared to any of them .." I proudly said and she snorted. "Come on, I'll help you pack." I led her inside her room and she didn't object.

"You're so damn cocky, Gio." She drops her hands on her side and walk on one of her closets and pulled a black luggage.

"Handsome cocky right I am!" I grinned cockily as I walk to her drawers and pulled the top open and ventured inside the drawer. Picking one at a time checking the thin fabric made of lace, silk, cotton ... sexy and not so sexy laid before my eyes.

I took one of her G-strings and hold it up and admire the sexiness of the thong, when she suddenly grabs it  away from me, then pushes the drawer close with a huffed.

"Just sit, and stop meddling with my stuffs." Her cheeks were deep shade of red. She walks back to the luggage lying on the floor, and stuff the thin fabric on one pocket, still looking flustered, but frustrations radiating off her.

"Hey, I was checking on that?" I chuckled, and she just spare me a grim glance before she started packing.

I walk on her bed, and lie on on my back with the back of my head resting on my palm while watching her with a grin playing on the corner of my lips.

But after a while, I got so bored. She was now intently finishing packing- sometimes she stops and stared in her luggage for a moment to think then she'll walk to her closet or washroom periodically.

I decided to tease her again. I like it when she blushes or she's furious.

"So you think Henry or Matt Boner is prettier than me?" I asked.

Matt Boner seriously. Of all the hollywood actor. She has to compare me to a gay? No offense meant.

She stops while holding some clothes in her hand and look at me for a moment. Her eyes is just gorgeous and stormy when she's irritated. "Handsome, Gio. Handsome, not pretty!"

Then she was about to continue when she turns again to face me.. "And oh.. It's Bomer! Not boner." She corrected, widening her eyes at me.

"Whatever!" I shrugged. "Matt Bomer is a gay." I pointed out. I don't mean to offend anyone. I just want to tease her more. He's handsome alright.

"He is still with a man's face and not just ordinary face." She stressed out with emphasis at every word. "Extremely Handsome." She proclaimed sarcastically in a mocking tone.

I rolled my eyes.

There I felt that kick again in my gut. I hate it when she's admiring someone else. It should just be me.

She continues packing.

"So I'm ugly?" I felt the jealousy rising. "Do I have to change my face so I'm the only handsome man in your eyes?" I asked with a knitted brow and pursed lips.

She gave me a jarring face, then she suddenly burst into a bit of laughters.

When her laughters died down, however smudges of her laughters still along the sides of her eyes, she spoke and even her voice is brimming with mirth. "Babe, where is the confident Giovanni Santorini, oozing with smoking confidence and sexiness the people dubbed?" She rested her hands on her hips as she stared at me with amusement in her pearl gray eyes.

She's just beautiful and she's mine. I can't believe she's mine.

Again, I'm lost when I stared into her eyes. I felt like I was being held captive in that stormy gray depth.  I tried to quell the captivating effect of her eyes, and subdue my urges to take her again, otherwise she will never get done packing.

"Don't I look handsome to you?" I ignored her words. I wanted to hear it.

I got out of the bed a bit frustrated and close our gap. Our closeness seems to be a chill pill to me. It relaxes me and made me feel content and extremely happy.

Her body heated though she's ignoring it. "Of course you are." She chuckles as she snakes her hands around my waist and my hands automatically wrap around her. The sweet gesture melted the irritation rising within me.

She looks up and I was hovering over her. "If I ask you to copy Matt Bomer's face will you do it?" She looks serious, but seconds later, she giggled when she saw how my face looks horrified.

I realized she was making fun of me.

My face turns grim. I'm hating that Matt Bomer already. "I'm not going to change my face to any of them. I want a natural one. And you have to deal with it, Bambolina. You are stuck with this face for life!" I stated grimly, intently pointing at my face.

She just chuckled, beaming at me.

"What's wrong with plastic surgery?" She continued teasing me on. "I'm one of the product?" She exclaims nonchalantly and pulls herself away, then walk to her drawers and starting to rummage through it, but surreptitiously glancing at me.

My face suddenly disgruntled, caught off guard of her remark. I know she's just fooling around but I felt like I was kick in the gut.

"You are not, Bambolina. Besides, as long as your p**sy is natural, I don't care." I grinned.

She looks at me flustered. Cheeks were the color of a ripe tomatoes. If she's having a good time at my expense, then I could.

I chuckled. "You see Bambolina, as long as you have womb to carry our pups, then it's all the matters to me." As I walk closer and hug her from behind, kissing the crook of her neck. "I need to make sure my breed is multiplied. This society needs more handsome and pretty, to make the world looking better." I grinned salaciously.

"You are really is a pervert Gio, and how dare you refer me as a dog. Really?" She tries to pushes me away, but I held her waist firmly.

My laughters then roared inside her room.

She's already huffing in irritation, I bet her nose flaring in annoyance.

"Sorry baby, but the day I kissed you, you had turned me into a dog. I wanted to hump you all the time ..." I said playfully though it was true.

She just burst in laughters, shaking her head after in disbelief.

"You are crazy, Giovanni." She shook her head and pulled herself away from my hold and walk to her luggage and stuff the fabric in the side pockets.

"Yes, I'm so crazy about you bambolina." Then I walk to her and scooped her without ceremony and she squeals in surprise, but then giggles after when I laid her down on her bed and I lay on top of her. "And a Handsome Wicked!" I grinned salaciously.

"I love you," I said momentarily and kiss her cute nose, then her lips.

Her eyes sparkled with joy. "I love you too." She responded then kissed me back with fervor.

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The SL Air, my private plane is already an hour airborne and Enna was still sleeping beside me like a baby.

Her head is resting on my shoulder and she's snoring softly.

Vito and Isaias or Sai, was sitting across us.

"I can't believe I'm seeing this day," Sai commented as he stared at my sleeping doll.

"Tear your eyes of her or I'll poke it off its socket!" I hissed and Sai just shot me a cold unfazed look.

"Really, Leone?" He mocks in a bored tone.

"Another drink, gentleman?" Kenlyn ask, one of my flight attendant holding a romanee-conti, interrupting us both.

"I would love some more .." Vito winks at the twenty-six years old copper haired beauty.

Her cheeks flush as she tries to remain compose while pouring some wine on Vito's glass. Vito nodded his thank you and gave her his panty-dropper kind of smile that's girls swooning over.

Typical flirty Vito. The opposite of Sai.

Kenlyn is occasionally giving Sai a surreptitious glance. "You Sir?" She looks at Sai and the latter just nods his head in approval, giving her a brief glance.

And there's the typical Isaias.

Cold and emotionless.

"Thanks," was all he said and Kenlyn just gave him a small sheepish smile.

"I'm fine, Ms. Clark." I said when she looks at me, not wanting to move too much and wakes up my Bambolina.

When she left, Isaias spoke.

"Everything is move to Santa Maria. The underground lab in Monaco is temporarily closed and we will start brewing the beer."

An Illegal beer.

Yes, I'm selling illegal beers around the world. One of my dirty business.

Beer brewed with weeds. Then distributed to my partners who owns chains or bars around the world.

I have expertise who took all his time to study the recipe and wouldn't leave a traces of dopes mixed with finished product once it undergoes product test.

It's safer than selling guns or drugs. We are done with that. During the time of my dad, it was rampant. 

Authorities had been very watchful and most of our laboratories that I owned had been frequently visited or inspected especially the one in Monaco.

I know they had sniffed something or someone tip them, and I'm going to find out.

The beer were only sell discreetly to every loyal and valued customers of these bars- those who are member of the club, mostly rich people.

A special kind of beer usually consumed by the millionaires and billionaires who wants to get themselves wasted and high.

We have been doing this for almost a decade and so far my group of employees in the lab/brewery does this special job to maintain the confidential information inside.

And they are paid really well to keep everything in order and left things unsuspicious to the prying eyes.

When a sudden raid or inspection comes, the weeds that's stored in a certain machine that was programmed is completely hidden, untraceable.

And a group of machine programmers are also paid to monitor every movements outside and inside the laboratory.

"Are you sure she's sleeping?" Vito wriggled his eyebrow with his eyes stuck on her face.

"She is, and stop staring at her!" I grit out.

"It's not like my eyes would take her away from you, Gio." Vito shrugs. He looks at me and sigh dramatically. "You've been shackled!" he remarked.

Yes. Shackled to this so called Love.

Suddenly, Isaias guffawed like a maniac.

I ignored what Vito said and stared at the sight of Sai laughing. For the first time in history, Sai laugh like that. Vito seemed to be shock as well. Mouth hanging open, gawking at him.

"What?" Sai inquired after subduing his laughters.

Cold and Detach eyes was back and shifting periodically at us. Two prominent crease line plastered in his forehead and eyes that could froze if you stare longer.

"You just laughed?" More like a statement.

His brows knitted further and gave me this and-so look.

"He meant you never laughed, Sai." Vito cleared it for me and Sai just shrugs his shoulders when he got it.

"What's so jarring with that?" He looks at Vito. "Leone is worst than me, and look at him now?" He cocked his head to my direction and Vito smiles.

"That's why I was shock Sai." Vito stared at him intently. "Is there someone who inspires you and the cold, detach Isaias learns to laugh like that now?" Vito pressed.

Isaias just gave him a bored look.

"I just find it funny. The king of HATER OF LOVE is now swimming in the sea of love. The irony of life." His eyes shows no emotions as he spoke those words.

Vito laugh.

These two was lucky I was holding my Bambolina, otherwise I would be wiping that grin in their faces.

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"Dammit Gio! Have some decency please ..." I turned the stove off and look away with my cheeks flushed.

Guess why?

Since the day we arrived here in his island, he's always in his boxers, and today was no difference but worst.

He's completely naked with his amigo proudly pointing forward.

He looks so innocent as he looks down on his protruding friend while drinking his glass half full of papaya juice.

Right now, I'm completely flustered but he seems too comfortable.

I march to our room and grab the white cotton robe and march back in the kitchen where my shameless boyfriend parading his stiffed board-like sausage.

Thanks God, we are alone in this huge beach house in the middle of the island.

"Here," I hand him the robe.

I watch him took it and place the glass on the table and then put on the robe sexily.

He tied the belt, but then he didn't bother tucking his friend inside, so its head is still peeking out of the slit opening...

"Well, that?" When he saw my reaction. "I can't do anything about it..." He said shrugging as he took the glass, with his hooded eyes still on me.

I wanted to look away and continue making breakfast, but I can't tear my eyes off his friend.

"I need help on this?" He looks down briefly on his friend, then back to me. "He looks furious." He said calmly without any malicious in his tone though his dark searing eyes held salacity.

His salacious grin widens.

I felt excited and flustered at the same time.

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A/N: sorry it was late.

This is all I can write for now...
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