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"The proof of love is in the works. Where love exists, it works great things. But when it ceases to act, it ceases to exist." --Pope St. Gregory the Great

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[Demetrio's POV]

I woke up with a smile in my face, feeling refreshing. Waking up with Yvonne by my side is becoming a routine and I'm getting used to it. Loving the feeling of her beside me, with her face as the very first thing I see when I opened my eyes.

Her head was nestled under my underarm with her hand wrapped around my waist like a vine, and her legs was tangled on mine. I'm feeling sweaty, but I don't care if the prize is my woman's limbs is all over my body.

I glance the time on the table on her side and it's already seven in the morning. I was planning to take her shopping for her dress tonight. I wanted her to look glamorous and to boost her confidence.

I felt excited as the thought of her fitting dresses in front of me. It was very appealing and I want to see her in a glamorous dress. I bet she will look a million-dollar in every dresses and I can't wait to see it.

I slowly and gently untangled myself off her reluctantly, as I had a lot of phone calls to make before we leave.

She stirred for a second, but then she went back to sleep curled in a ball. I pulled the blanket up to her shoulder and kiss her hair before leaving her, making my way to the living room grabbing my phone from the side table.

As soon as I'm out I dialled Timothy. One of my best trackers of missing people.

"Timothy Speaking, how m-"

"Tim, it's Demetrio!" I began cutting him off.

"Yes, Demetrio. What can I do for you this time?" he inquired. His excitement is palpable on the other line.

Timothy was an ex-CIA and used to be a CIA tracker. He was one of the best tracker of the CIA ever exit. He never failed me, yet.

"I want you to find this man named, Lauro Blas. He's from Brazil. I have no other information other than his name, just yet. But, I will go sniff around the De Rossi's premises and see what I can get. He's of nowhere within Brasilia. Collect any Lauro Blas from Brazil and we will start dissecting from there." I ordered in my steel tone. As the thought of the merciless Flavio De Rossi killing Yvonne's dad just made me more determined to bring him to where he should be, behind bars.

Yvonne's dad needs justice. And, I will not stop until Yvonne's family will get that justice.

"Sure boss, working on it now. I'll get to you when I have informations." he replied too excitedly.

It's been several minutes passed since the call with Timothy. My head races with lots of speculations. I can't wait to meet the whole family. The family who bullied Yvonne and her family. I will let them pay what they did to her and to her family.

I settled myself on the couch and leaned my back on the back support as I dialled Nicolas. Not long, a groggy Nicolas voice rang in my ears.

"Nicolas, Speak!" he snapped. I guess someone just woke up in a foul mood.

Of course, It's Nicolas! The most bull-headed and hot-tempered among my friends. I've been with him long years and its still surprised me how much temperamental he is.

He's in Hawaii and Brasilia is approximately seven hours ahead of Hawaii. I guess I woke him up.

"It's Demetrio, Nick!" I chuckled softly.

"Hey. How's the meeting with De Rossi and Matheus?" he inquired, his drowsiness is gone and his voice sounding excited. I could hear a shuffling in the background and a sound of a girl, but I held my curiosity.

Same old times. Girls here and there. But, I knew one day, he will find his match as I found mine. I smiled at the thought of Yvonne sleeping in my room flashed through my mind.

"Yes. Matheus signed the deeds and it's under our name now. De Rossi will be going to start working within this month. They are just waiting for the permits to start the work." I explained briefly, stretching my legs.

"How's the new project in Hawaii?" I inquired lazily.

"It's going well. One-hundred and fifty bungalows over water, fifty of them were ensuite, with all the amenities any guest would need and make their stay comfortable and relaxing. Another thing is, we added few more bars-clubs of different countries to entertain the night party-goer vacationeers, depending on their moods. Since the number of the vacationeers in our list from the two past years had doubled and among the list of cons is the bars. We had only two bars and it's always pack." he explained further.

"Awesome!" I replied, my head was slipping off the topic. Yvonne was walking down to my direction with a shy smile. She was clutching the hem of my shirt she was wearing. Damn, I could see her delectable body beneath the white shirt. She's only wearing her lacy panty, with her hair tousled, untamed, hanging loosely around her shoulder.

She just rolled out of the bed, yet still she looks ravishing.

She walks to my side and I pulled her to my lap. She giggled and I completely forgot that Nicolas is on the other line. Yvonne curled on my chest and I wrapped my free hand on her.

"DEMI!" Nicolas exasperated tone interrupted me with my train of wayward thoughts.

"Yes. Go on?" I urged pretending that he had all my attention.

"I was waiting for your explanation regarding the project there. If there's a plan already set up?" he explained in vexation. I could hear him breathing harshly. My friend is obviously pissed. "Looks like you are busy with something else. Call me next time. And call me, when I'm up. I just went to bed an hour ago!" he complained exasperatedly and before I could retort, he ended the call.

I threw the phone on the other side of the couch and carried Yvonne back to bed. She squealed when I got up with her, and giggled after. Her one hand was curled around my neck in support, nestling her head on my chest as I was carrying her bridal style.

"Is your friend pissed?" Yvonne asked. Her breath was tickling me and tingling sensations was like a wildfire spreading all over my body.

"A bit. He's fine. He's always temperamental!" I remarked nonchalantly. My head is on other things, what to do on her.

I grinned as I walked into the bedroom, kicking the door shut. I lay her on the bed gently and rolled on top of her.

"Did I ever tell you that you look beautiful even if you just rolled out of the bed?" I said hovering over her, with my elbow resting on the bed either of her side. My index finger was trailing the bridges of her cute upturned nose.

"No ..." she replied unsure staring at me shyly. She looks so beautiful and ravishing.

Since I met her, my libido seems insatiable. All I wanted is cuddle her, kiss and make love to her. I can't get enough of her and it's getting scary.

Am I falling into what this hopeless romantic people called 'love'? I shook off the thoughts.

"So, obviously we can't fly back to Greece today because you promise to attend the party.. Is tomorrow fine?" I asked her. Her eyes was skimming my face with a dash of adoration laced in her brown orbs.

"Yes. I need to call mom too. The last time I talk to them was when we arrived in Australia." she replied. 

"Call them in the afternoon, moro. Greece is six hours ahead of Brasilia. They are probably be sleeping by now." I stated matter-of-factly and I kiss her nose tenderly.

"You better get ready and we will have breakfast somewhere, then hit the mall." I continued on and let my eyes feasted on her beautiful face, with my fingers brushing the stray of hair covering her cheeks, tucking it behind her ears.

"Why do we need to go to the mall?" she asked, running her palm on my shoulder. I wanted to take her then and there, but we need more time. Since, I have to bring her to spa, for her manicure and pedicure, maybe to the salon as well. But first and for all, we need her to find her a dress and some jewelries.

I'm getting excited to bring her shopping. I know it's funny, because one thing I hate is shopping. But, I wanted to be there to see which dress she's going to pick.

"We need to get you a dress, jewelry, and your nails should be perfectly done as well." I ranted on. She grimaced and I chuckled.

"Get used to it, moro. Because this is just the beginning. One day, I will take you to London, Paris and Milan for shopping." I whispered to her. I love to shower her with all this luxurious things in the world every woman desires.

"I don't need all this luxurious things Demi. As long as you're mine, you are my luxury, my great possession!" she whispered back, with her eyes staring at mine deeply. Curling her hands around my neck, she kissed me chastely.

My heart melted, and I knew I had pick the right girl! She's all mine and I intend to keep her forever.. Even if I need to marry her!

"I want you to enjoy all this luxury, moro mou. Whatever is mine will be yours." I replied, and I mean it. I kissed her back and deepened the kiss.

I felt my whole body got so excited especially the lower part.

I groaned in frustrations as I remember, we had to head out soon.

"As much as I want to make love with you right now moro, but we need to head out. We only have half day to prepare for tonight." I grinned and claimed her lips once more, before reluctantly left it and I got off her.

"We can have shower together." she grinned batting her lashes. God, she's flirting with me and I love it! What have I done to her?

I help her up on her feet and we headed to the washroom. She was giggling as I swept her off her feet and carried her all the way to the washroom and put her back down on her feet.

I tug off my boxers and step into the shower and waited for her until she's all naked and I watch her walk into the shower joining me in. Her flawless creamy skin, slender body, with small waist, rounded ass, everything seems to be made so perfectly that it clogged my head and in an instant, I was pinning her to the wall, kissing her voraciously.

She moaned nonstop as she kissed me back, sparring her tongue with mine, trying to take control of the kisses. I left her mouth and kiss the corner of her lips and licking, kissing the contour of her lips, then I tug her bottom lip with my teeth gently and briefly, then darted my tongue back inside her mouth leaving her gasping and moaning loudly.

My arousal is raging and I'm at the edge of squirting my juices everywhere. Damn! I felt so hot and my body feels electrified. Her searing stare only fuelled the intense desires I felt at the moment.

I turned her back to me and entered her swiftly from behind. She gasped and whimpered. I kissed and licked her shoulders and her spine, while thrusting into her deep and hard.

"Harder please.." she begs and I did.

"God, you're so sleek and sweet, moro mou." I breathed as I nuzzled my nose on her head, thrusting deeply and fast. I could feel her walls contracting around my length and I thrusted it harder and faster, hitting her sweet spot, and I thrusted more and fast with the same spot and her walls clenched more, feeling like my shaft was stuck, with the walls contracting tightly around it.

"Let it go, moro!" I breathed gutturally with my nose still nuzzling on her nape. Then she let go, spasming around my shaft, while I thrusted more and met hers releasing all my seeds inside her. Her legs was still shaking and I wrapped my hands around her waist holding her in place, as she slowly recovered from the intense orgasms. I kissed her head, her shoulders, nuzzling my nose on the crook of her neck.

"God, you're so amazing, moro!" I whispered, planting kisses on the crook of her neck, while I pulled myself off her. It felt so good and always amazing.

She turned around and curled her hands around my neck. "You were perfect!" she responded with hazy tone.

"No, you were!" I replied, staring deeply into her eyes. She smiled with satisfaction.

"Let's start cleaning ourselves, and leave." she chuckled softly and then she turned the water on.

Not long, we are drying ourselves and got ourselves ready. I had to look away most of the time, since my testosterone is out of control. It's so hard to get my hands off her. Her body is like an ice cream I can't get enough with.

"Let's go, babe!" her loud tone snaps me back to reality. She looks so gorgeous even without trying. With her silky thick hair hanging loosely around her back and shoulder, she looks simply stunning, a tight skinny jeans, plain white top that has a small print of a New York and completed it with a black flat shoes. She didn't wear any jewelries.

Still, she's absolutely gorgeous, with no paint in her face.

"Are you coming?" she asked. Her eyebrows puckered, looking a bit dismayed.

"Sure, let's go." I uttered swiftly and walked to her direction, to the door.

Soon enough, the limo is moving with the traffic and she is comfortably sitting beside me, with her head leaning on my shoulder.

I snaked my hand around her waist and leaned my head against her head comfortably. I was smiling like a fool. I felt so contented and genuinely happy.

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[Yvonne's POV]

We had been to too many different branded stores and I felt overwhelmingly out of place. It's so not for me. The staffs of the Channel store was pacing with urgency as they assists me and I felt so embarrassed. Demetrio was sitting on the luxurious leathered armchair while waiting, holding a magazines and only look at me and nod if the dress looks nice or shake his head if it doesn't pleases him.

I'm feeling tired and felt like a robot. I had tried multiple dresses and I thought they look nice, none had approve his standards yet.

I'm getting exasperated each seconds and my foot is starting to get sore from the sky high stiletto. My face I bet is as sour as the tamarind. My eyebrows are squeezed together tightly forming a crease, with my lids tight and straight. Occasionally, my head lightly lowered as I looked at him through a lowered brow, especially when he shake his head in disapproval.

I can't believe the three staffs assisting me still could afford to smile, after like bunches of dresses was piled up on the table that was disapproved by the great and mighty Pallos, who was comfortably sitting on the armchair, with no pain at all.

God, he's a pain in the butt!

"This is a gilded cut-out dress. This will look stunning to you..." the auburn young lady chanted as she sashayed with the red floor dress with her, smiling broadly.

She hang the dress in the hook inside the fitting room and urge me to change. I heaved a frustrated sighed as I shot Demetrio a glance and the bastard was busy reading the magazine not really caring how I am feeling right now.

Oh, I am so going to strangle his neck later! I huffed inwardly as I nod my head to the staff and followed her feeling sorry for the three of them.

I swore this is the last dress I'm going to try.

I unzip the side of the dress and let it slide off my body pooling on my sides and I stepped out. I pick up the dress and hang it back with the hanger, hanging it on the hook. I took the red gilded dress and struggled to put it on. After a long strenuous trials of fitting it, finally, I stepped out of the fitting room and stood atop a big size circular podium where I was a few minutes ago.

Demetrio looked at me while putting the magazines down on the coffee table, then crossing his legs. With his two fingers stroking his chin.

He better say yes to this one, because I'm done!! I thought, gritting my teeth inwardly as I raised my eyebrow waiting for his response.

He motioned the staff to turn the podium so he could see my back. The girl use the remote control again and the podium started to rotate slowly until my back is facing him, feeling like a mannequin. I rested my hands on my hips to show him I'm mad.

Demetrio grinned and nodded to the staff. He mouthed the staff to pack all the dresses she tried on.

"It is stunning. You will wear that tonight. It looks gorgeous on you, moro mou!" I heard him said and the podium was slowly turning again and stops until I was facing him. I heaved an exaggerated sighed as I shot him a deathly glare which he just brushes it off.

My eyebrows was knitted tightly and I wasn't smiling. He close our gaps and swept me off my feet and put me back down on the ground.

"I'm sorry, I know you're pissed." He uttered apologetically, while he's stifling his laughters.

"You are too enjoying yourself, aren't you?" I spat, lifting my eyebrow in exasperation.

He chuckled lightly and his eyes was shining with mirth. Indeed he is!

I rolled my eyes in exasperation. He kissed my nose, then my lips briefly. I heard a soft gasp and 'oohss' from the crowd before he let me go.

I looked around and I felt embarrassed when I realized that everyone was staring at us, either in jealousy, or with smiles.

I quickly left Demetrio and head back to the fitting room and slip off the dress. I wonder why it was so easy to slip it off rather than putting it on.

While Yvonne was in the fitting room, Demetrio paid all the dresses she tried on, clutches, purses, bunches of shoes and let it all delivered to his penthouse. Some of them were to be delivered in Athens, Greece, to Yvonne's house.

The Channel staffs were so overwhelmed and their eyes was shining with envy to Yvonne, wishing they were in her shoes.

Demetrio ignored all the flirtations most of the staffs sending him. He was happy that he could shower her girlfriend with all these luxuries.

Yvonne walked to where Demetrio is and he was standing on the door way with a phone close to his ear. When he saw me, his eyes never left me as I walked to his direction.

"I'll call you later Timothy." I heard him said before ending the call. He was smiling widely and I can't seem to stay mad at him.

A smile broke on my face and he snake his hand around my waist leading me out of the store.

"Let's get you to the jewelry store." he exclaimed exuberantly, as his smile widened.

"I don't think I needed it, Demi." I objected, as I looked around and saw girls stopping by just to give Demetrio a glance. Obviously, they are drooling over the man beside me. I felt so proud. Some of them shot me a disgusted look, others, envy.

"Yes, moro mou. You will need it, since this party is the beginning of your social life." he asserted confidently as he gave me a mischievous grin.

I was about to retort when he led me to a luxurious store. I looked up to see the sign and it says, 'Peoples Diamond'. I stopped and looked at him in disbelief.

He's not going to buy me a diamond, no way!

"Let's go in!" he uttered shortly and then push my waist gently leading me to the counter.

"Welcome back to Brazil, Mr. Pallos. How may I help you?" says the guy in an expensive suit. He was smiling brightly to Demetrio and judging how he treated him, the old man new him well. Probably, Demetrio is a frequent customer.

The thought of him buying jewelries for every woman he dated made me feel nauseous.

The two shook hands briefly and exchange pleasantries. Demetrio introduced me to the guy named, Alberto, owner of the store.

"I want your best diamond sets for my girl friend, Alberto." he smiled. Alberto motioned one of the staffs to bring all the new arrival design that was designed by the famous jewelry designers in Brazil.

Few seconds later, the lady in her body hugging suit was walking with a tray, with a diamond set in it.

As soon as she put the tray on the glass counter, my eyes widened in awe. The sexy drop diamond jewelry set was simply stunning.

"We will take that." Demetrio nodded as he smiled. He saw how Yvonne was mesmerized with the diamond drop necklace, with small cuts of diamond around the neck. Demetrio thought it was gorgeous and he was happy she likes it.

The manager smiled broadly and ask his staff to pack the jewelry. Demetrio walked around the jewelry glass display and pointed for few more earrings, bracelets, and more necklace.

Seriously?

"I think, you pick enough." I said stopping him from moving to the other glass display.

"Pick whatever you want, moro. Since, we are here!" he grinned lopsidedly. I stared at him in my serious face, and he stop.

"Fine." he reluctantly agreed and walked to the manager and said to take it in his credit card. It seems like he had an account from the store that the manager just nods his head.

Demetrio gave them the address of his penthouse and we left. I felt so exhausted and he seems like not. He still wanted to walked into the Dior store, but I stopped him.

After a few minutes bantering, finally, I led him out of the mall and saw the limo awaiting not farther from the entrance door.

"Are you sure we have everything you need?" he asked looking amused. I stopped and face him.

"Seriously? You just bought the whole damn store!" I spat exasperatedly. He just shrugged as he chuckled and then led me back to the limo.

"I can't wait to be back at the hotel." He whispered as he nuzzled his nose on the crook of my neck, then he buckled my seatbelt. I furrowed my forehead before I realized what he meant, my face furiously blushed.

He chuckled and grinned mischievously as he settled beside me, snaking his hand on my waist pulling me closer to him.

I rolled my eyes, but my body got so excited.

God, he really drives me nuts, but at the same time, he could make me really excited.

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