Music was blaring through the walls of Le Fantôme as men who dressed to look wealthier than they really were crowded the interior and girls who didn’t do anything but party, showed up in skirts that were clearly for decoration; considering the fact the pieces of material covered their lower half as much as a belt bag would. No man would dare keep his eyes to himself when one would pass his line of sight but Massimo had his eyes locked on one person and one person in particular. Sonja. She twirled around the dance floor like she had taken ecstasy, which was a norm for her when it came to her favorite music. In the 9 months they’ve been apart, she’s changed some features but slightly. Her usually dark brown tight curls, now jet black, looser, and pinned up romantically. Her dewy honey skin now, due to the summer’s sun, a toasted umber. But those dancers’ legs and arms of a yoga instructor (with the upper body strength to vouch) is what provided Massimo the realization that it was indeed her. He watched in amazement as she danced back and forth with two of her girlfriends, her Rubenesque figure rocked in the midi fire-red cowl strappy number which was also high slit on both sides but nothing too revealing. Just enough for you to hope you’d get a glimpse of whether or not she was wearing panties.
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Massimo took a swig of his bourbon, letting the room temperature liquid courage burn on the way down, and continued his watchful gaze. “It’s not a peelers joint. You can get out there and dance on them!” Massimo turned around to see the bartender eyeing him up and down like he was creep; as if he was the only guy standing and admiring the girls on the dance floor. “Thanks.” Massimo responded with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. He watched with great curiosity as a dirty looking man scooted his way towards Sonja’s backside. She turned around with a glare that softened only a little when she seemed to recognize him. She was the least excited amongst the girls she was previously having the time of her life with. He pulled out a small ziplock bag full of “white heaven” and shook it in front of them like dogs awaiting Beggin’ Strips. Massimo nostrils flared as his shoulders dropped with a do it if you’re bad demeanor. Sonja rolled her eyes as the dirty looking man arched his brows cartoonishly at her. “That’s right baby.” Massimo said to himself as he took another sip, watching her decline his offer. One of the girls snatched the bag from his hand, grabbed the back of his head and kissed him so hard on the mouth his lips flatten completely. He looked intoxicated and dazed, yet unsurprised, as if she did it all the time. Her friends made their way towards the bathroom, leaving Sonja on the dance floor with the eye-humping creep, which didn’t last long because she immediately but casually made her way to a bar opposite of the restrooms.
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He followed persistently and eagerly. Massimo watched.
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Whatever her responses were, they were dry and unenthusiastic and he seemed to be just fine with it. This guy looked like the type that would pay women to verbally and probably physically de-masculate him. She glared at him once again but this time with a smile, when he twirled one of her fallen curls at the end so he could accidentally brush down her shoulder. Massimo stared intently, neither seeing him since their backs were facing him. He downed the rest of his drink and just as he was about to walk over to the other bar, her friends appeared. And even more eager than before. They each grabbed one of her wrists and dragged her back onto the dance floor right as “Dale Papi” blasted through the speakers. Massimo grew agitated as he began to lose sight of Sonja in the growing crowd, despite standing 6’4 and her only 5 inches shorter.
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(European dialect )
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“Pas de chance cette fois frère?” Massimo heard the familiar voice of the bartender who was eyeing him down earlier, which he casually ignored. “Non. Pas cette fois. J'en ai assez d'essayer avec elle. Comme ... vraiment fatigué.” Responded a voice he didn’t recognize but he had a hunch. He stayed stock still, observing the conversation behind him but still staring towards the crowd. “I can help you out with that.” The bartender said now in English, with a smile in his voice. There was a brief silence between the two. “How much?” The other voice responded,now in English as well. Massimo bit his lip, beyond livid at this point. What the hell was he thinking? Why was it so hard to accept her rejections and leave her alone? Massimo’s racing thoughts distracted him for a second but what he heard next was enough for him to take action. “It’s a bit strong but it’s fruity like a cosmo. She won’t know.”
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The dirty looking guy from earlier walked pass Massimo, as he hoped, with a cocktail glass full of something pink. Massimo looked over his shoulder to see the bartender servicing someone else, then made his way towards the dance floor. At the perfect opportunity of the crowd closing in, he bumped into the creep’s arm spilling majority of the potion. The guy turned around angrily, bumping into someone else, knocking the glass completely out of his hand. “Hey. Watch where the fuck you’re going.” The guy, he bumped mid-turn, said very aggressively. Massimo casually walked away as the man stared at the ground angrily, obviously in utter disbelief. He pushed his way through the crowd, leading back towards the bar. As he was doing so, a commotion ignited on the dance floor. It was hard to tell exactly who was fighting and who was trying to break them up . He grew agitated when he saw Sonja being bumped and shoved against her friends. Her friends started pushing back before they eventually got swallowed into the crowd. “Fanculo.” He said under his breath as he quickly moved towards to dance floor once again. He turned and bent, looking between the staggering legs and flying punches. As the crowd began moving about, he unintentionally looked over his shoulder and saw Sonja shuffling out of the club with her friends.
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He rushed through the door as the commotion continued outside. Girls standing around crying, obviously cold. Men yelling with their clothes tousled and bodyguards dragging people by their belts and shirt collars like a dog. Across the street walking past an alleyway were Sonja’s girlfriends but she was nowhere in sight. He crossed the street and headed towards the alleyway but not before involuntarily making eye contact with the dirty creep from earlier. Massimo stood still, glaring at him, his body language challenging. The guy wasted no time rolling his eyes childishly and turning away from him. Right as he made it just through the opening of the alley, he seen Sonja turning the corner down the other end. He briskly but quietly as possible made his way down the cobblestone, his long legs providing enough stride to cover a moderate amount of distance in a short amount of time. He felt a vibration in his pocket. “Yes?” “She just walked into Bristol Outlook Villas.” Massimo’s right hand man said on the other end. “Perfect. She still lives in the area.”
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He walked in and saw a man behind the front desk, his arms folded and head down. He continued to snore soundly as Massimo began to walk down the hall but the screen behind the desk caught his attention. It had all the cameras throughout the building displayed. He saw Sonja using her key to open a door and walk inside. He squinted, walking closer to see the apartment number she entered.
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Massimo stood in front of apartment #312, feeling his emotions going up and down; unsure how to feel. He cleared his throat and knocked, rather heavily on the door. Every second that passed that the door wasn’t open seemed excruciating. He straightened back into his in-charge posture as the locks sounded on the other side and the door opened as far as the chain lock would allow it. Sonja stood there, surprisingly unsurprised as she looked Massimo right in his face with an obvious what do you want expression. “Hi baby girl .” He spoke in that husky but soft tone . “What’re doing here?” She gripped the door and narrowed her eyes at him. “May I come in please?” “What for?” He looked down with flared nostrils and then back up. He lifted up his hand to reveal the personal sized cake. “I have tiramisu.” He smiled with hopeful eyes. “I don’t like tiramisu.” His smile plummeted right to the ground as his eyebrows creased. Sonja’s smile couldn’t be stifled. “What are you saying? You ate tiramisu all the time.” “Yes but only when Mr. Lombardi made it. He’s been kicked the bucket for quite some time now so I’m not sure where that’s from but I don’t want it. Maybe get an Opèra cake and we’ll talk.” She smiled, beginning to close the door but it was stopped by Massimo’s foot. “Sonja, now’s not the time. I need to come in.” They stood there staring at each other intently, no words. She sighed, closing the door once he removed his foot. Just for kicks, she waited 5 seconds before unhooking the chain and walking away from the door. He let himself in and locked it back. “Must you make everything a game?” He asked sliding the cake across the marble island, watching her turn back to him, her robe falling open just a bit to reveal tan lines. She folded her arms and stared at him. “What?” He asked, obviously annoyed. “How long you’ve been following me?” He stayed silent. Her head tilted in a “well?” gesture. “Not long.” He gulped. “Just in the past week. Honest.” His eyes told the truth, but he never lied to her so she took his word for it. “Oh Massimo...” she dropped her arms and walked over to him, their body temperatures mingling straightaway. “...you’ve almost made it a year. You should be over me by now. “ her face no longer smiling or grinning mischievously. He was silent again. Just staring down at her with a hard expression and struggling body language. “You traveled hours equivalent to an entire day just to slide inside me once again...” his breathe caught in his throat as he felt her fingernails grazing his stomach and tugging upward on his shirt. “...you’re like a junkie failing your rehabilitation period.” She couldn’t help but giggle, seeing how turned on he was. “Stop playing with me.” He whispered sternly, holding eye contact with her. “Who’s playing?” Her smile fading. She reached up to graze his stubble but was immediately grasped by the wrist. The sweet smell of peonies and almonds were radiating from her skin as he continued holding her arm in place, causing the opposite side of the robe to fall off her shoulder to reveal no other article of clothing. His attention was immediately drawn to this. “Do what you want...” she tilted her head further back, making her gaze deeper. “...I won’t tell you to stop.”
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Massimo dropped Sonja on the bed and pulled her towards him by the ankles, and pushed her knees forward making her womanhood his for the taking. She began to shudder immensely, feeling his coarse prickly hairs against her soft bareness. He wasted no time sliding his tongue between her corpulent lips and finding The Devil’s Doorbell. She shot up nearly sitting on her bottom completely as she felt him suctioning on her like a vacuum. He scooped his big hands underneath her low back and propped her hips up, using his elbows for support. Her legs twitched uncontrollably as her fingers gripped the roots of his hair simultaneously with her contracting thighs around his head. Her hands moved forward and pushed the back of his head down causing his manhood to harden even more. A moan rumbled in his throat as she began using his face as her personal wash cloth, still holding onto his head with both hands. When he came up for a breathe she pulled him up into a deep kiss as he unbuttoned his pants, slipping right inside as soon as he got them open. She gasped, instinctively lifting her hips for a deeper penetration. Their lips only grazed as he motioned in a slow and steady rhythm, sighing like he had just taken the first sip of freshly brewed coffee at the crack of dawn. She wrapped her arms and legs around him like a koala bear on a tree, pressing their bodies together as if to merge as one person. Feeling her legs constrict around him and her walls following suit, he began dropping down on her aggressively, now moving his mouth to her neck. He pounded her deep and hard, grunting with each thrusts as his teeth pinched her flesh. Tears formed in her eyes as her acrylics went deeper and deeper into his back. She pushed him off and mounted him, watching his face as she grabbed him and slid down onto his slippery shaft. He inhaled sharply,keeping his breathe in his chest, his eyes flickering as they closed. She rose up and down slowly, giving him a feel of what he missed most, being sure to graze every nook and cranny of her lubricious canal. His groggy moans made her walls involuntarily clench tighter causing his hips to mechanically jerk upward against the electric sensation. “Aspetta, piccola.” Massimo barely grabbed her hips when they were abruptly pushed away. “Don’t touch me.” Sonja said placing her hands on his chest and clenched her walls as tight as she could, sliding down unbearably slow. “Fuu-...” his whisper faded as his closed eyes tightened. She leaned forward, planting soft kisses on his perfect lips, which he gladly parted to enter her mouth. She placed her feet on the bed and her hands around his throat and started crashing down on his pelvis like he was a sit and bounce ball. His eyes were now open but hooded with immense disbelief but full of arousal. He laid there still as a dead fish, raspy moans instinctively pushed from his body with each connection she made. His toes clenched as the sheet began to stick to his back, feeling the heat from their chemistry as well as the true coldness of the room. His teeth embedded in his bottom lip as her nails dug into the side of his neck, his hands itching to touch her but he knew they’d be pushed away again. Her squats became more aggressive and heavier as her hands clawed down his chest and pressed down on his lower abdomen. He felt the pressure immediately begin to rise, grabbing her hips and throwing her back off. She laughed, yet, her eyes still full of desire; knowing very well what was about to happen. “What’s the matter Massimo?” She teased as he pushed his pants further down. He didn’t answer, using one hand to grab her entire chin, as he shoved himself back inside. She nearly shrieked, her claws piercing his wrist almost instantaneously. He stared down at her begging face as he pumped damn near angrily inside her. “Deeper.” She whimpered out as his hand tightened around her jaw.
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He used his free hand to bend her leg and held the side of her knee against the bed, leaving her more open as he pushed deeper inside. “Please.” She whimpered out again, followed by a sharp gasp; their groins colliding with serrated force. His stomach stirred as he felt her shuddering around his manhood in unrhythmical spasms. Perspiration dripped from his face as if he had just finished showering. He watched her beautiful eyes open and look at him, making his body involuntarily twitch. When his breathing became heavy and irregular, so did his strokes. Sonja stuck out her tongue, unhooking her claws from his wrist. Based on her eye contact and her now relaxed body language he knew precisely what she wanted. And he gladly obliged. He pulled out, grabbed the back of her hair, and came on her tongue. She closed her mouth around the tip and sucked the rest out of him like a gogurt tube as he shook. Instantly, his body went limp and he dropped himself on the bed beside her. “Fanculo.” He muttered exhaustedly, trying to catch his breath.
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Massimo stirred about, flicking his eyes open. It was actually freezing in the room.
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“Jesus.” He rose his head from the pillow and looked around confused. The room was different. Not familiar to him at all but it was clear it belonged to a female. Then he realized where he was and why he was there. He turned to speak to Sonja but she wasn’t next to him. “Sonja.” He said aloud, waiting for her to exit the bathroom. Nothing. He called out to her again but nothing. He located his pants in the middle of the floor. As he bent to pick them up he saw light through the split curtain. “What th-...” he shoved the curtains apart, the sun nearly blinding him. “...shit!” He threw on his bottoms and rushed to the bathroom, then down the hall to an extra room that was filled with plants, a work desk, and other recreational things. “Sonja!” He continued throughout the tiny apartment that suddenly seemed too big. As he was pulling his phone from his pocket he saw a note on the kitchen counter.
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“When I arrive back home.
I expect you to have let yourself out.”
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He scoffed.
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The lock on the front door turned and opened. Sonja walked in with a woven basket full of fresh and dried fruit. She paused “Oh...” she shut the door. “...you’re still here.” “Mhm.” He nodded, staring at her significantly high cut yellow sundress, obviously in disapproval. “Why?” “Because I didn’t tell you why I showed up in the first place.” She looked only a little concerned as she unloaded the basket, sitting a baby cactus on the counter. “There’s uh...” he sighed “...there’s a hit out on you.” he saw the terror illuminate her face. “I suspect.” He added, not-so convincingly. “Who?” She stared intensely. “I don’t know. It’s not even a sure thing, Sonja. I don’t have 100 percent confirmation.” She walked over to him, her eyes unblinking and glaring. “Is it a putain?” He stared back, his expression soft. “I don’t know.” He responded nearly in a whisper. She stared for what seemed like an eternity but turning back to her groceries. “Okay so what are you going to do about this situation?” She looked annoyed and dazed all at the same time. Like her body was being controlled by something while her mind was elsewhere. “I’m going to protect you. You know that. That’s why I need you to pack a bag.” She stopped abruptly. “What?” “I’m taking you back to Italy with me. It’s the only way I can protect you like I need to. To know you’re safe.” “W-when?” “Now.” He spoke sternly. “What?! I can’t just pack up and leave. I have a job and rent to pay here. My apartment. Where I live my life.” she emphasized. “And about my plants?” “Are you fucking kidding me, Sonja?” He started over to her, intensity emitting off his body. “There’s a target on your head and you’re worried about fucking plants.” “You have no idea how long it took me to grow those.” She pouted, glaring up at him but her stance, submitted. His lips curled as his eyes burned with anxiousness. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be. Pack your things. Now.”
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(End of Chapter 1)
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