Carrie
If this strange, good-looking man was taken aback in the slightest way, he didn’t show. His storm-coloured eyes were as calm as possible and his voice failed to show high surprise at my strange request.
I was expecting a little more reaction when I offered him to kiss me, but I am not backing down just yet. I can be weirdly persuasive when I want to be. And since I am letting loose tonight, things must work my way.
So, with a gentle wiggle of my exposed shoulders, I leaned just a little closer and made my breath graze his lips as I asked, “Well? What do you say?”
“Well?” His well-shaped thick brows quirked in question.
I moved even closer. His eyes shifted. He must have wondered why I was doing what I was doing. Funny story... I don’t know either. “Are you going to kiss me or not? Or don’t you find me attractive anymore?”
Our eyes met again and he huskily asked, “Are you drunk already? I see you have had a couple of mugs.”
I sighed.
This man is no fun. I was expecting a little action from him but it seems he can’t match my speed. So, I faced the front and grudgingly replied to his question with, “Maybe I am a little drunk. And, maybe I am about to do something stupid.”
After another audible sigh, I got up and made to go back to the seat I was in before but a firm grip on my right wrist held my back. Surprised, I slowly turned to face him, a little frown on my face.
The gorgeous, dark-haired man said nothing but he held my gaze in a way that made me thankful for using my eye drops. I could see every detail of his fineness and while I was interested in studying those details, I won’t deny that this stranger is one of those men mothers warn their daughters about. You know, those men that shift your pants just by their looks.
And, as though the man read my mind, his stare intensified and his line of sight slipped to my lips, then to the little swell on my chest.
Yes, I am proudly a small-breasted woman.
But the silence between us was getting weird. So I broke it. “Uh… You are still holding me.”
“You asked me if I find you attractive.” His heavy accent dropped and he refused to let go of me. At this point, with the insane proximity between us, I could already tell that something would happen.
I tilted my head a bit. “Yes?”
With a little tug on his lip, he said, “You have the kind of eyes I want to drown in.” My full attention was caught. “And these lips... These darn beautiful labbra… If someone were to ask my name at this moment, I am pretty sure I wouldn’t remember it because your lips are all I think of now.”
Wow. Oh wow.
While his words are a better fabrication of the many pick-up lines I have heard in the past, there was something about the way he spoke. His sentences flowed out easily but they were filled with some touch of emotion. And I could not help but drown in his words as he spoke to me.
And I think I am still drowning in them because now I can’t take my eyes off him. His words brought some sort of tranquillity to my soul and I forgot about the damned fate I was bound to face in two or three days.
“So, uh…” I cleared my throat and pushed the stool beneath me away so that I could stand closer to him. “You must use that line quite often. It sounded natural.”
“Signorina…” There was this gentle thing his eyes did whenever he talked. He did it again and I felt something change in my soul. “I have better things to do than keeping pick-up lines in my head.”
“Oh.” I chuckled. “God, you are good! My heart was almost racing for a moment.”
Somebody, please help me! I am almost gluing my chest to this man. I intended to play a quick game of seduction with him, but now that the tables have been turned. I am more attracted to him and I can’t get out of it.
“That’s funny. Because my friend told me this evening that I might have turned into a virgin already.”
I laughed even louder. “You are really good.”
Oh my God, that wasn’t funny. But yet I am laughing as though he told the joke of the century.
The man’s hold on my wrist, which I had forgotten about for a moment, loosened. And before I could utter a single word, his other hand found my waist and he drew me closer to his chest, enclosing my lower body between the thickness of his thighs.
“Wh...what are you doing now?”
“I am thinking of kissing you,” he replied, his voice huskier in a sexy way.
And, to worsen the situation, the live song playing changed to a very romantic tune. It sounded like the kind of melody that sets the mood before couples get down to business.
And truth be told, I am already imagining being naked with this strange man.
In fact, if it were in the past, I would have already given him a chance to kiss me. But, as much as I loved to entertain that thought, the fact that I am engaged to be married soon seeped into my mind and I forced myself to put a pause to the intensity between us.
I could tell that I would want more than a kiss once I act on my needs.
So, with a gentle pat on his shoulders which felt nice to touch beneath his coat, I withdrew my steps and said, “I should err... Go back to my seat.”
He released me without hassle. But he asked with a smirk, “Why? Don’t you find me attractive?”
I chuckled. “I do. You are a very attractive man.”
“So, we are both attractive. And luckily, some kind of attraction is going on between us.”
“So?”
He gave a little laugh in response and my ears went through a little orgasmic moment. And with the way he slightly threw his head back as he laughed…
Oh Lord, have mercy.
“I can see you are making the game a bit harder,” he commented.
Step by step, I walked back to my seat. When I had sat down I faced him. “Well?”
“Let me pour you another drink.”
He got up, walked past me, and soon he was behind the bar.
“Should you be doing that?” I asked as he got rid of the mug in front of me.
“Don’t ask so many questions.”
“I asked just one.” He looked up at me and I gave him a silly smile. But I had to wonder if he was a staff there because the lady from earlier just glanced our way and she did not wear anger as my Dad would if someone did as much as touch his laptop.
But then, the man in front of me was dressed too well to be a bartender. His suited appearance bore a resemblance to a rich man. And I would dare say he might be a stinkingly rich man because the Prada suit he was putting on is one that I know to be extremely expensive.
“So, do I get to know your name?” The thick accent in his voice reached my ears again.
“No.” He directed a filled mug of beer in my direction. “I don’t think so.”
“It is probably for the best.”
“Yes.” I took a large gulp of my drink and used that opportunity to stop staring at the man.
But when I set my mug down, I noticed that he was still watching me. With an indecipherable look in his eyes, he watched me while I picked up my mug again.
“So, signorina, do you think you and I would have sex tonight?”
The drink in my mouth spat out onto the counter. I don’t know why I am so shocked. Sleeping with him is all I have been picturing since I realised how crazily good-looking he was.
But there’s something about the way he abruptly dropped that question…
It makes me want to… Uh… Give in.
Okay… I know I was going to be a good person and respect my approaching wedding ceremony, but I think I am going to fuck that thought.
This time next week, I will be married to a nerd I know nothing about. I deserve to gift myself an unforgettable memory, don’t I?
One fun night with an unknown, gorgeous, and attractive man can certainly not hurt.
Oh… God help my soul so I don’t get kidnapped. Because I could get kidnapped!
But then, if that happens, I would not have to get married. And if this gorgeous man who might be a cold-blooded kidnapper doesn’t kill me, my father would gladly call off the bloody marriage arrangement.
And voila! No grand, stupid wedding. And, no marriage to a man I hardly know.
Oh my… I am certainly tempted. I am very, very tempted.
Should I ask this man to kidnap me?
A light touch settled on my chin and I was instantly brought out of my thoughts.
I had made a mess on my lips when I spat my drink out and the man, with seriousness, was getting rid of the wet trail my outburst caused.
As the silence grew between us, I became more aware of his touch.
His strokes felt good in the best way possible.
“You haven’t answered my question, amore.”
“Well...” His eyes met mine and I decided that I would just stick with sleeping with him. Asking him to kidnap me might be a little extreme. “I-I guess it could happen.”
“No. You know it will happen,” he whispered.
He stopped the cleaning but still held my gaze. Then, a strand of his sleek-looking dark hair fell to the front of his head as he leaned in further in my direction. He held my chin gently and smiled.
“I am glad you feel the same way,” he said.
“I didn’t even say anything.” I wasn’t so sure, but I think I was leaning in too.
“Your beautiful eyes told me everything.”
“I see...”
Despite the barrier between us, we managed to close the distance and as we did before, we teased each other with intense looks and hot breaths.
“Yes. And now… I get to do this.”
Without hesitation, he fulfilled my earlier request, and once our lips met my entire being felt like it had been subjected to a huge change.
Mushy things started to happen to my insides and I gave in to his kiss.
His kiss was different. It was like none I have had in the past. It wasn’t rough or sloppy. It wasn’t too gentle. It was crazily just right.
It was so good. He was so good. He smelt and felt so good. I wanted more.
So, I broke the kiss.
With my eyes telling him things I could not bring myself to say, I asked, “Your place or mine?”
“Uh...”
“Your place then. My father will kill me if we go to my place.”
~
Translation
Signorina - Miss
Amore- Love
Labbra- Lips
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Alessandro“Spit it out,” I ordered while I tried hard to stay calm in the midst of chaos.“Mm…Mmm Mmm…” The bastard kneeling in front of me uttered incoherent words and I lost it. He has been hoarding something important inside his mouth and since it was something he would be unable to swallow, he made sure to keep his mouth.But I don’t have time for such games.So, I faced the butler beside me and reached for the gun he deliciously presented on his gold tray.With charisma in my action, I toyed with the weapon for some minutes. My eyes tinged with joy as I ran my fingers through the blackness of the gun and I began to feel the rush I hadn’t felt in weeks.My impatient self faced the bastard and the fear in his eyes told me that I was already torturing him.Of course, in the face of a deadly weapon, fear is only normal.But you know what? I consider fear an annoying reaction.People tremble in the worst ways when they are caught doing things they shouldn’t be doing and I find that h
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CarrieWithout stopping to look back, I stormed into my room. But beyond my anger were the tears I have been trying to hold back since I realised Alessandro Valante would never reply to my messages.So, by the time I was standing in front of my dresser, my hands had become shaky and my eyes were very red.“Carrie! What exactly is wrong with you?” My father barged in after, and my mom followed quietly.“I don’t know, Dad.” Before I faced him, I managed to tuck my feebleness to the side. “Everything?”“Carrie, I will not have you act this way.”“What way? What?” I tendered my palms in question. “Is it so wrong to throw up? Is it wrong that I was sorry for throwing up? I shouldn’t be sorry for throwing up, I am pregnant!”“Don’t you raise your-”“You know what Dad, since you want to support Frank so much, since he wasn’t wrong to shout at me because of some cheap shoe, why don’t you get married to him? I am sure Mom won’t mind having a man as a rival just like she did not years ago.”“Ca