Chapter 89

MARK

The evening was just perfect-almost. I was in the comfort of the romantic setting of our home, sitting some steps away from her, and basking in the joy she fed my soul by just being present.

Despite this, chaos ravaged me. The visitor. Our visitor, because Giulia was going to find out sooner or later. Pardon me, sooner than later. I still couldn't wrap my head around the events that led me to that point.

For fuck sake, I wasn't even going that fast. On numerous occasions, I'd gotten a speeding ticket from cops. And, I won't lie, it helped me regulate my speed. How was I so careless?

"Mark?"

I raised a brow at Giulia, then blinked. "Yes, baby? Are you enjoying the food?"

"The food is just perfect." She flashed me a smile over the rim of her glass. "But I am forced to wonder if there is another surprise you have in store for me."

"Why do you say that?"

She looked down, blushing to herself. "You have been kind of silent since we started dining. Like you're hiding something. What is it?"

Was it that obvious? I dropped my spoon and smiled at her to ease off her worries. When it came to her, I was always like an open book, vulnerable and pathetic.

"Trust me, I'm fine. Just stressed."

Luckily, she believed me. Partly though, because I could still see the questions in her eyes.

She wasn't putting on the dress Kenzo and I agreed on, so I already understood that it was part of his last-minute plan. Well, I wasn't putting on the suit I got, either. An order from Kenzo. He'd already cancelled the reservation I made, telling them that something urgent had come up.

The evening was supposed to go smoothly. I fucking had everything perfectly planned.

Giulia looked happy, and that was all that mattered to me.

The soft light cast a warm halo around her, accentuating the rich, vibrant hue of her beautiful hair. Each strand shimmered under the light, flowing like molten gold that danced with the breeze. Her hair framed her face in a way that made her brown eyes even more captivating, their depths gleaming with a mysterious allure.

Giulia's beauty was almost palpable, a magnetic presence that drew me in. It brought me a soothe that calmed me.

She said something funny. I didn't hear a word, but I joined in the laugh. She spoke so freely, her hands moving in the air with gestures meant to aid her speech. Beautiful. Just fucking stunning.

Her laughter, light and melodious, blended seamlessly with the sounds of the night, creating a symphony that played just for us. Every time she moved, her hair caught the light, sending shimmering reflections dancing across the table. I stared at her, mostly because it was bringing me an inner peace I couldn't explain.

Her features were delicate yet striking, with high cheekbones and a smile that could melt the coldest of hearts. The way she looked at me, with those deep, expressive eyes, stirred something inside me that I couldn't ignore.

As I ogled at her, the warmth of her presence became almost unbearable. I found myself craving the touch of her skin, the sensation of her lips brushing against mine. Her beauty was intoxicating, and I struggled to focus on anything but the desire to close the distance between us and fill her mouth with something better than food.

The allure of her succulent lips, so close yet tantalizingly out of reach, heightened the longing within me. It was as though the air itself crackled with an unspoken promise, urging me to bridge the gap and taste the sweetness that I so desperately desired.

"Stop looking at me with those eyes."

"Huh?" I blinked.

She dug into her plate, filling her spoon and munching on it, all this time staring at me with narrowed eyes. "You look hungry," she stated, a smooth tease seeping into her tone. I didn't understand, so my next reply was completely understandable.

"Oh, no. I am not hungry. Actually kind of full."

She knew I didn't understand her. And-fuck that fucking sexy smirk-she made great advantage of it. She picked up a chicken wing and licked off the sauce, her eyes fixed on mine the entire time.

I was well aware of the throbbing in my body, that carnal need to ravish her, taste her, fucking fill her with my seed.

When she wrapped her lips around the deep-fried stick and sucked the meat off with a plop, I decided to express my needs.

"Giulia, stop," I said absent-mindedly, my eyes settling on her lips. Rocking a smile, she wiped her fingers and lips, then took a sip of her drink.

I got up immediately.

"I thought you weren't hungry?" she taunted, gesturing to the swell in front of my crotch. I perfectly understood her now.

"I am hungry now," I said. She was just within reach now. Those lips. Those soft boobs. Sucking on them would surely push back this wave of mental fatigue.

I grabbed her neck and dived down for a kiss, the impatience pushing through my crotch, but she placed a palm on my chest and threw her head back in laughter.

"Jesus Christ, Mark, do you know you are so shameless?" she laughed, her eyes scanning the embarrassment in her pants. "Are you aware that everybody in the house can literally look out and see us right now?"

"I don't care about that," I grumbled. "Should we go inside?"

She was trying to torture me, and I didn't know why. She got up and pressed against my chest, her hands reaching down to caress the rock in my pants.

"Mhm," I grunted in approval, reaching for her lips and digging past them. We staggered for the house, hands all over each other, and our bodies dancing beneath the glow of the moon.

She pushed out of my grasp, a frown on her face. "Mark, did you hear that?"

Panting, I looked at the main house. "No, what did you hear?" I asked in confusion. She didn't reply, because there wasn't a need to. The sound came again. A scream.

We ran for the door, bursting in like thieves.

"Kenzo, what is-" Giulia stopped, blinking, as her eyes landed on someone shaking on the couch. "Kenzo, who is this?"

"I took her to the guest room. She refused." Kenzo looked at me with pleading in his eyes. "I even offered my room. She was adamant about staying in yours, and when I tried explaining, she started screaming and shivering, saying I was going to hurt her."

Now, the confusion in Giulia's face was so evident, that I could see questions in her eyes. "Mark, what the fuck is going on?" she asked, turning to me.

A part of my head started throbbing.