"In love there are no friends everywhere where there is a pretty woman hostility is open." ― Victor Hugo

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[Demetrio's POV]

The trip to Brazil was exhausting, but knowing that my girl friend is beside me, the exhaustion is miraculously treated, with just one of her smile and kiss. Yes, I can't stop kissing her, until we embark and disembark from the plane.

Her full lips was just like a drug to me. I'm addicted to it.

We arrived at Brasilia, the capital city of Brazil. My chauffeur pick us up and drove us to one of our hotel. The doorman took our luggages and followed us as we walked to the receptionist.

"Welcome back to Brazil, Mr. Pallos. Here's the key for the penthouse, Sir and please let me know if you need anything." The blonde receptionist batted her eyelashes and her last words rolled on her tongue sensually, sending a sexual meaning to my ears.

I look at her impassively not biting on her open invitation and just nod my head, grabbing the card key and walked to where Yvonne is. She looks busy, with her eyes skimming the elegant hotel interior and I saw awe in her eyes and I felt so proud.

She looks sinfully sexy in her tight fitting jeans and a tank top with a army green cardigan. He hair was loosely hang around her shoulders, looking simple yet ravishing.

I wrap my hand around her waist and she smiled. "Let's go." I murmured and she nods. I led her to the awaiting elevator with a tall guy not farther from my height, standing beside the elevator door frame as he waited for us to board in.

"Everything is in your room, Mr. Pallos." he smiled and nods his head before punching the button and the elevator door closes.

As soon as the door close, I stepped in front of Yvonne trapping her on the elevator wall and grind my arousal teasingly. I've been holding it since while ago and I was hardly keeping it hidden underneath, but with the sheer length, I doubted if nobody notice it.

Yvonne's cheek reddened as the realization hits her.

"We are in the elevator, babe." she replied embarrasingly, but her eyes says different. Her endearment even made it hard to control not ravishing her.

I can't explain how happy I am with her. I felt so contented and so overwhelmingly happy.

"I can stop it." I whispered, but even if I could I wouldn't make her feel awkward and embarrass more.

"You're so full of yourself Mr. Pallos. I know you could do it. You're are one of the owner of this damn building, so sure you can!" she replied raising her eyebrow, not impressed at all. And, that frown formed in her forehead, with her eyes shining with fiery-ness just made it all worst. My thoughts gone haywire.

I grinned.

God, I'm so drawn to her.

"You're so beautiful and I can't help it, moro mou!" I whispered and once again claimed her full lips, biting the bottom lip as I tug it gently. Her eyes grew wide as a soft moaned escape her lips.

I grinned wolfishly and pulled her on my chest and she wrapped her hands around my waist, as I wrapped my hands around her, kissing her hair gently, drowning myself with her sweet tantalizing scent.

She looks up on me and I grinned mischievously. Her eyes was dancing with joy and I can't help but smile. Since she became my girl, my smile had been plastered in my face making my securities looks surprised to see me smiling minus the brooding face.

"I'll leave you for just couple hours, you can walk around and I'll leave my credit card. You can also go shopping. I can order someone to drive you around while I'm gone." I said, worry written in my face as I explained briefly.

She smiled. "It's alright. I can wait. I feel so exhausted. Nap is tempting. I'd rather sleep until you come back then walking around." she replied. I saw a flash of worry in her eyes, but disperse promptly. She smiled reassuringly.

"Are you sure?" I asked, not believing her. It still surprise me how simple she is and how she's not even bedazzled with all the opportunities I'm giving her.

"I want you to enjoy every opportunities, moro." I said huskily. I want her to enjoy the luxurious around her.

"I'm fine, babe! I'll take a nap while you're gone." she replied pushing me as she pulled herself off me and smiled sweetly.

I had dated glamorous models, celebrities, women from elite societies and none of them had made me feel how special a girl could be. Yvonne was totally different from them.

I remember how those girls swooned and smiled widely whenever I gave them expensive presents, taking them shopping and they don't stop until they got into all the expensive branded stores. The only thing that made them smiles. Either sex, money, materials and fame.

Yvonne can be happy with just a simple thing and I felt so grateful that I met her. The girl definitely I would like to spend the rest of my life with.

Wait, what? Am I considering marriage? Of course not. We can live together without the marriage, of course. Silly thought.

"Ok. Well, I will leave you my card incase you change my mind and I'll order one of the employees here to drive you incase." I responded and stole a kiss once more.

"Whatever. But, I tell you, you'll just waste your time." she warned but I ignored it. I grinned and she just lifted her eyebrow.

"We will go dinner after my meeting. I know a nice restaurant with good food at the downtown." I whispered and wrapped my hand around her waist as I stood behind her back.

"Ok." she replied and I felt her smiled as she leaned her back against my chest. I rested my chin on her shoulder and kissed the crook of her neck once in a while.

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[Yvonne's POV]

The time we disembark the plane until we arrived at the hotel, my eyes was very vigilant hoping none of those people I hate would come across my path.

I'm just hoping I won't see anyone as long as I am in Brazil.

The whole time I was with Demetrio, his sweetness never ceased. He was definitely a guy with a soft heart and as sweet as a candy. His looks definitely deceiving.

Who would have thought that the cold, rude billionaire as Demetrio Pallos was a softie and a sweet caring boyfriend.

Before we flew with his own private plane to Brazil, I woke up with a breakfast in bed, and was cook by him. The scrambled eggs was a bit burned, but not bad. I ate it with a smile in my face. He looks worried, forgetting to take the apron off. I almost burst into laughters, but I stifled it. He looks embarrassed when he realized he was still wearing it.

That conversation with him that morning put a big smile in my face.

"So how do you like it, moro?" he asked with his forehead frowning. He looks edgy, holding the hem of the apron. He looks so devilishly handsome with the pink apron. It looks like he struggled whisking the eggs.

The apron was smeared with egg yolks.

I stifled the laughters that's threatening to escape my mouth.

I took a bite of the scrambled eggs and it wasn't bad. The taste was bearable, bland but good enough to swallow it.

"It's good." I lied as I forced a wide smile to reassure him that's it is good. He looks relieved and his eyes shined with mirth.

"After you ravish your food, I'll ravish you next!" he grinned deviously, with his eyes dancing with mischief.

I grinned widely. I would love to. The looks of him with the apron is too hard to resist. I almost didn't finish the food and willingly be relish with the hot adonis standing in front of me.

"If you stared at me like that, and with that apron on you, I am definitely a willing sacrifice for you my hot captor!!" I grinned and he looks down on his body where the apron still proudly covering his chest and only reach his waist. Obviously, the apron is only for a short people like me and Sera.

He grinned sheepishly as he took the garments off him and tossed it on the armchair.

That morning, we made love again and again before preparing for our next flight.

"What are you thinking, moro? You're blushing profusely." Demi's teasing voice dragged me back to reality and I didn't notice we were already in the penthouse bedroom and he's holding me closely.

I felt my cheeks burned with embarrassment.

"Whatever you're thinking, I think I'm liking it." he whispered. His minty breath fanning against my lips, sending a shiver down my spine. I could feel my body starting to shake. Again, I could feel my body melting and feeling hazy just by his touch and our closeness.

I wrap my hands around his neck before I drop on the floor.

"Flirty, aren't we?" I teased and boldly kissed his lips, earning a broad grin from him.

"Very bold, Ms. De Rossi. I like it!" he grinned wolfishly and tugged my bottom lip with his teeth gingerly.

We stayed on that position teasing each other until he got a call. Reluctantly, he left me. I decided to have a shower and nap.

After giving me a mind-blowing and breathless kiss, he left.

I took a quick shower and just wore one of his shirt with my undies on and crawled on the humongous bed.

Not long, exhaustion kicked in and sleep engulfed me.

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[Demetrio's POV]

Three hours passed talking with the contractor and the previously owner of the private resort beach, the contract is signed, with the ownership transferred in our name, Pallos-Petropoulis Holdings.

"It's our pleasure to finally meet you Mr. Pallos." Flavio De Rossi, CEO of the De Rossi Engineering Construction based in Brasilia, Brazil, one of the largest construction in Brazil. "Our pleasure to be working with you." he added on as he gave me his wide smile.

"Same here, Mr. De Rossi." I replied with my stoic cold tone as I nod lightly, back on my business mood. Yvonne's thought was temporarily set aside.

The dangerous and intimidating businessman Demetrio Pallos was back. The other gentleman was inwardly relaxing themselves fighting the intimidation his presence is radiating around the fine restaurant.

Mr. De Rossi discreetly texted his daughter, thinking to set the young businessman with his wayward daughter. He thought maybe the young business man Pallos would tamed his daughter.

Demetrio wasn't aware of the smirk formed on the corner of the mouth of the old De Rossi.

Demetrio shook the hands of the old owner, Matheus Oliveira of the 'Oliveira paraíso refúgio beach resort'.

Just as he was about to retreat back to his car, he saw Vanessa sashaying in from the entrance of the restaurant, earning a lot of stares from the other customers.

I frowned and my irritations  starting to grow. I just realized my contractor a De Rossi. The uncle of Yvonne and of course, Vanessa's dad. I was too occupied with Yvonne's thought that I completely forget about Yvonne's kins.

"Oh my god, Demetrio you're here in Brazil?" she exclaimed looking surprised. My eyebrows lifted up and watched her in dismay as she kissed her dads cheeks and pulled me and kissed my cheeks too.

I force a smile just for politeness.

"You know him, filha?" he asked looking surprised, but the joy in his eyes didn't hide it.

"Yes, dad. We actually dated." she grinned broadly, making the old man smiled widely. Obviously, he was happy with the news.

"That was before, Sir." I replied trying to clear it to him that I'm not dating her daughter anymore.

"Well, who knows you two could rekindle the fire." he teased. My forehead furrowed not hiding my distaste. But, it seems he didn't get it.

"I'm taking my girl friend out for dinner tonight Vanessa and Mr. De Rossi. I hate to say, but I need to leave." I said coldly, without smiling as I shifted my eyes back and forth on them impassively.

He just nods and Vanessa's eyes flickered angrily for a seconds, but I ignored it. She just nods and watch me left, grabbing the suitcase sitting on the table.

I quickly walked to the limo waiting for me. Three paparazzi's were taking photos of me and two other reporters trying to get some words from me, but I just walk past them while my securities pulled them to the side. I quickly climbed into the limo and ordered the driver to leave the place and head back to the hotel.

I leaned my back on the seat support and felt the exhaustion kicking in. I can't wait to see Yvonne. Her smiling face made me feel so exuberant and I missed her already.

Not long, the limo pulled in the spacious entrance of the hotel and the valet opened the door for me. I grab the suitcase and climbed out as I nod at the valet.

I walked straight into the entrance door with the guard tipping his head lightly as he smiled in acknowledgement, holding the door. I walked in without looking to the guard too eager to hit the elevator to the penthouse.

I walked into the awaiting elevator and push the penthouse button and the elevator door closes. Seconds later, the elevator jerked up and slowly moving up.

After like a decade as I kept shifting the suitcase with my both hands, the elevator finally stops. I walked out as soon as the door slides and walked to the door. I slide the card keys and the door unlocked. I push the lever knob down and push it open.

The room was cold and silent. I closed the door behind me and walked to the coffee table and placed my suitcase down. Then, I made my way to the master bedroom.

I saw Yvonne curled up in fetal position and my smile widened. I pulled the cover up to her shoulder as I sat on the edge of the bed and bend awkwardly and kiss her cheeks. She looks sounds asleep.

I walked to the washroom and decided to take a shower. I smelled the soap she used. I could smell her around the washroom.

I undress myself, tossing the suits on the armchair and walked in the shower. I turned the water on and waited till the water adjusted to the right temperature.

I turned the shower head nuzzle on and I stepped under. It felt refreshing and relaxing. After a long shower, I decided to stepped out of the shower and dried myself.

Just as I'm done changing, with my gray jeans and black v-neck top, Yvonne was up.

"You're back." She uttered hoarsely, as she sat upright, propping her back against the headboard.

"Yes. Did you had a good nap?" I asked as I smiled.

I walked and sat on the edge and shifted my body facing her.

"Yes. That was the longest nap I ever had." She smiled back as she ran her palm on my well pressed shirt on my chest with her eyes following every trail of her palm.

"I'm glad. Would you like to get ready?" I asked, running my finger on her jaw then she leaned her face a little.

I tilted her chin up and captured her lips and automatically she wrapped her hand around my neck pulling me closer.

I grinned broadly. My innocent fiery girl is becoming bold and it's turning me deeply aroused.

"You have to start getting ready moro before I completely forget that my baby needs to eat!" I grinned as I gave her another peck on her sweet lips, holding back my arousal.

He grinned and she pulled her hands off my neck and pulled the cover off her.

I groaned loudly when she got up. She was wearing only my white shirt not hiding what beneath the transparent shirt.

She just smiled teasingly and sashayed sexily to the washroom and I growled and groaned loudly. I lay on the bed frustratedly holding the urge to follow her to the washroom.

I had to use all my willpower to hold myself. I can't believe she's turning me into a sex starved.

God, what had she done to me?

After like a decade, she came out with just a skimpy towel wrapped around her.

My control had reach its limit.

"Fuck!" I hissed and she looks at me with her eyes teasing me to no end, feigning innocence.

"Don't look at me like that, moro mou!" I warned frustratedly as I bit my inner cheeks watching how sexily she moves around.

When she bended down to dry her hair with the towel, my clouded brain just black out and before I knew it, I was on my feet and scooped her back to the bed naked.

She squealed loudly then she giggled. I captured her mouth and grind my raging arousal against her v-shape. She moaned and I felt her body shivered with excitement matching mine.

Soon enough, our body exploded with the same desires being satisfied, screaming with our names as we both reach the peak of bliss.

"You are insatiable Mr. Pallos!" She grinned with her hazy tone as I lay on top of her.

"And only for you, moro!" I replied huskily kissing her before I rolled on her side and off the bed.

She got up and started getting dress while I put my clothes back on.

Not long, we are both heading out to my awaiting limo.

She looks radiant on her yellow three-fourth sleeve mid thigh dress, completed with a black pump heels.

"You look stunning, moro." I smiled as I hold her waist possessively, leading her to the awaiting limo.

"Thanks, babe!" She smiled beaming at me.

I hold her hand as she climbed into the limo carefully. I climbed in and settled beside her. The limo soon move with the traffic to Gazebo restaurant by the lake.

We arrived to the restaurant and a host ushered us to the second floor by the window, a table reserved for us.

Just as she sat, Vanessa with a tall guy about 6' was walking to our direction.

My mood turned sour, not liking her presence.

"Hey Demetrio." She smiled walking briskly to our table. Then, she looked to Yvonne comfortably sitting next to me. "Yvonne is your girl friend?" she looks displeased for a second, but then concealed it promptly.

I noticed the guy who looks at Yvonne with regret in his eyes. I looked at Yvonne and her face shows nothing.

I ignored Vanessa's surprised tone with a tinge of accused. She suddenly smiled as she remembered her company.

"By the way, this is Ferdinand Silva, Yvonne's ex-boyfriend. A close friend of mine." she smiled triumphantly. The guy was still looking at Yvonne before he shifted his eyes on me. He looks angry.

"Demetrio Pallos." I introduced, gripping my teeth discreetly, hiding the distaste in my tone.

"Ferdinand Silva." he replied shaking my hands. He grip my hand tightly and I returned it with the same intensity.

The tension was growing palpable.

"Great. It's nice to see you cousin." Vanessa said, sounding happy, as she pulled the chair and sat across me. I was too focused trying not to hit Ferdinand face with my fist when I realized he was the guy who cheated on Yvonne, that I missed the conversation between Vanessa and the host.

I just realized the host agreed and Yvonne, to let the two morons sharing the same table with us.

I move the chair closer to Yvonne's chair and rested my hand on the top of Yvonne's chair back support. I ran my fingers on her shoulder blade.

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[Yvonne's POV]

My temper grew tremendously when Ferdinand, looking so handsome was walking to our direction with my cousin Vanessa in tow.

I can't believe he has the audacity to approached me with Vanessa tugging along with him.

Those two son of a bitch.

I showed no emotion as he stared at me with regrets in his eyes. When Demetrio and Ferdinand shook hands, I felt the tension growing and Vanessa was acting nonchalantly and its making me piss its seconds.

When she decided to share table with us, I felt like I had to agree or I would look like I'm still affected with our break ups and Ferdinand.

I felt Demetrio's hand running on my shoulder making me feel relax. I smiled at him sweetly and he smiled back as we waited for the waiter to attend to us.

"I didn't know you are dating my cousin, Demi!" Vanessa asked smiling too sweetly, but I knew those smiles was dripping with hate. I felt a little bit remorseful, feeling like I'm no difference of her. I'm dating now her ex.

"Yes, finally, she fell on my charm." Demi smiled and look at me with adoration as I stared at his eyes earnestly feeling so proud. He kissed my head tenderly.

I saw the hate flickered on my cousins eyes and dispersed quickly before Demetrio sees it.

"Cadela!" I hissed inwardly.

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