Giovanni once again teased her, leaving her empty and without a kiss. It annoyed and fuelled her desire for him. How could one man incite two different feelings in her? Just when she thought he was going to kiss her, he backed away from her, his eyes still filled with lust as he told her to go upstairs so she could get dressed. She had walked back to her room, angry and in a hot, needy mess, hating that she had allowed him to even get close to her. He was toying with her and no, she had no feelings for him. It was all lust and desire, one she believed would have faded after their night of explosive sex but it was still there, like a fire, inextinguishable and Giovanni kept fuelling that fire. She had thought of masturbating to satisfaction but thinking about it was frustrating. She knew masturbating to the idea of a man she so wanted was going to leave her wanting more and make her a frustrated mess. So she ditched that idea and decided that she was going to pay
Unlike Drake's, Serafina hadn't expected to see a brightly lit driveway. She had expected a dark alleyway and a warehouse with an underground club but this building looked like it was frequented by people of class, people who belonged to the glitz and glamor of life. At first, she didn't believe that this was where they were attending the so-called party but when he swerved into the lot, Serafina was sure that this was it. She slipped out of the car, right after him and watched as he handed his keys over to a valet who bowed with so much respect and slipped into his car. No way. Giovanni wasn't just a Pimp. He had to come from wealth. There was a contrasting difference between him and Drake. While Drake had so much money, he was a ratchet man, spending on extravagant luxury and keeping it to himself only. But Giovanni, there was something about him that screamed generational wealth. It was in the way his stance reeked of self confidence and arrogance. It was in the
Serafina made a huge discovery tonight. Not only did Giovanni have women working over him, men also did too. They were dancers and male strippers who worked at his club and their main purpose was to entertain women and men alike. A lot of secrets were being withheld but she knew a lot of government officials were homosexuals, wanting men to satisfy their desires in the secret while they came in the open to speak against the LGBT community and pushing a propaganda against their own individuality. Even women were frequenters of their expertise, secretly having them over at secret penthouses hidden away from public eyes and resorts and islands in far away countries. Fuck. This was a bigger organisation that she believed. Serafina was speechless by the time Xavier narrated it all to her. "That is crazy!" She exclaimed and took another drink from his hand. She had downed over five glasses now and she was glad that she had at least made a good companion while Giov
The party went by in a blur for Serafina as she stood to the side, watching everyone have fun. She tried not to get involved with the ladies even after she'd been introduced into the organisation by Giovanni. Few women had been nice to her but she had taken a step back into her cocoon. She wasn't used to having friends so it was easy for her to decline their invites to dates. Before the party was over, she ordered an Uber, handed her contact details to Xavier who promised to give her a call. Her Uber arrived minutes later and she slipped out of the party, glad that Giovanni was too busy to notice. The drive home was silent and all she could think about was how this evening had been for her. From being gossiped about to meeting two ladies who had given her unsolicited advice to being glared at by Xavier's lady and Daneesha. She was thankful at least. She was sure not to set eyes on either of them for a long time. Finally, she arrived at her penthouse apartment.
Bright lights. A five star hotel, sprawling over several acres of land. Gilded walls and sleek cars. Everything in this place was state of the art. Serafina stepped out of her car, her booted feet hitting the clean, smooth cobblestone walk. A man dressed in black suede suit stepped out from where he stood by a post. "Your card, ma'am." Serafina handed over a scarlet card with a golden embossing on it. He nodded at her and took her keys before he slid into her car. Serafina took her time to take this place in. It was the famous RYSWELL ORIENTALS, one of the world's accredited five star hotels and she'd only ever heard it from the mouths of ladies she used to work with back at Drake's. This hotel had restaurants, a large golf course, an Olympic sized pool, a casino, a large club, bars, spas and even salons. Literally anything you could ever ask for in the world of luxury. She looked up at the seven storey building of a hotel, a large, brightly lit inscript
It had taken several mental reprimands to make Giovanni immune to Serafina but seeing her tonight had broken down his walls again. He had almost been forced to cancel her duty tonight, pick her up from the floor and take her to his car so he could pull that stupidly sexy dress off her body and fuck her silly. But he had to remind himself that she was on an important duty. One which meant a lot to him, one that drew him close to exposing the evil men that had a hand in his father's death. It was enough to jolt him back to consciousness. Serafina was a distraction and he had to cut her off before it was too late. It was going to be really hard but he had to. Sliding into his car, he revved up his engine and picked up his phone, dialling Geraldo's number as he swerved out into the boulevard. "Make sure she's under thorough surveillance. You know he's with his bouncers. Do your job." "This is her first time, Giovanni. Have you forgotten? She's to do this on
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
"It's really cold here." Serafina muttered as she crossed over to the southern side of the room where a floor to ceiling window sprawled out, showing off the city and its environs. Her hips swayed as she moved. Harvey's eyes followed her movements, shifting from the corner where he stood drinking from a tin. "That's only going to be for a short while, baby. In no time, we both will be hot enough to warm this place up." Serafina grimaced but she concealed her expression right before she placed her purse on the mantelpiece close to her. The suite was large. Really large. It could contain over twenty people if possible and the decorations were top notch. Not too modern. Classic. Extremely luxurious with paintings, gilded mirrors and door handles. Basically every metal piece here was coated in gold or platinum. A king size bed, neatly made, stood on the eastern part of the room with pristine white sheets and cotton grey covers. But the man standing right before her