Large wrought iron gates were pulled open and Giovanni's skeel jaguar drove in, rounding the fountain that sat in the middle of the yard before cruising to a halt in the parking lot. He killed the engine of his car, stepping out and sighing as soft breeze kissed his skin. It felt good to be back home with a woman waiting to be fucked by him. It was what he lived for right now; a way to finally get her off his mind. Cenzia was waiting by the door when he climbed the porch steps. A short silk dress that barely covered her thighs swished against her slender body as she leaned away from the door with a smirk. Her lip was smeared with gloss and she had two flutes of champagne in her hand. Walking over to him, she stopped, handed one over before wrapping her arms around his lithe body. "Oh, I miss you." She cooed, pressing her wet lips on his shirt and inhaling his scent. "You smell edible, as usual. I almost forgot how perfect you are, Hudson." Giovanni pulled slightly

Serafina leaned against the wall, one arm folded over the other as she counted down from thirty seconds. It felt like thirty minutes and she was starting to become paranoid. She knew fully well that Harvey's bouncers weren't going to disturb in hours and Harvey wasn't going to be awake until tomorrow but she was still afraid. This was her first time doing this and she already made up her mind to confront Giovanni about it after tonight if she got out alive. She wasn't built for taking this type of risk. Just then, her phone chimed with a message again. Downstairs. Someone is waiting. She immediately pulled away from the wall and grabbed the briefcase, peering down to see a man dressed in a jumpsuit as the first message has described. He waved at her and gestured for her to throw it down and she did, watching as he followed after it until he caught it in his hands and reeled backwards. "Hey!" She called after him. "How the hell am I supposed to get out

Serafina woke up to her phone ringing loudly. At first, she pulled her pillow and covered it over her head, wondering if she had been sleep walking— a very rare occurrence —when she set the fucking alarm. She rarely had alarms waking her up because she worked only at night. That was when it hit her. Her eyes flew open and she flung the pillow over to the other side before scooting over and snatching her phone off the bedside table. An unknown number. She stared at it for a long time until the call ended. Seconds later, the call returned again and she swiped the screen to pick it. "This is Serafina speaking." "Hey, beautiful," She recognised the voice immediately and her lips spread into a smile as she leaned back into the bed. "This is Xavier but I am sure you already recognised my voice from the moment I spoke." "I did." She laughed. "It's so early. Why are you calling though?" "You're too straightforward. If I didn't know you, I wouldn't have taken offence that you asked

"I'll see you tomorrow night?" Xavier asked as he slipped into his draws. Serafina lay on the bed, half of the sheets thrown over her body as she watched him with careless abandon. He was one fine specimen. Sex with him had been great. It would have even been better if Giovanni wasn't all that filled her mind. And she didn't really like how hard he was coming onto her. She felt like she was being love bombed and this was her first time of experiencing it. It creeped the hell out of her. "Why don't we give each other some space?" She asked as she sat up in her bed and pushed herself against the headboard. "I need some alone time after my near death experience last night." He sighed. "You still don't like me, do you? Or didn't you enjoy the sex?" Sighing, she threw back her covers and slipped out of the bed, walking over to him before cupping his face in her hand. "I enjoyed having sex with you, Xavier. And I see myself doing it a few more times in the future but this is

"I have always hated espresso. I believe Italians enjoy it only because they want to have a taste of bitterness. I mean, why would you want to drink black coffee with no creamer or sugar?" Serafina shrugged and lifted the cup coffee to her lips, blowing air into the cup and watching as steam danced into the air and dissipated into the atmosphere. "In our genetic baggage lies a gene that influences the daily need for caffeine, Sigrid. It's just something that comes naturally to us." "And if it doesn't taste awful?" She contorted her face like she had just thrown a ball of sour candy into her mouth. "It does taste awful but like I said, it is in our genetic make-up to always crave for it." After taking a sip from her cup, she raised the cup to Sigrid. "Un caffè." Her ears perked at the sound of a car honking in front of the house. Sigrid went over to the window overlooking the front of the house and her eyes widened slightly before she turned to look at her. "Mr