WHAT DID SHE JUST CALL ME?’
Rome froze while staring at the door. He wasn’t the type to be easily surprised by anything. But then, Margaux has been proving herself exceptional at it since last night.
Smirking, he shook his head bemusedly and laughed. ‘Crazy woman.’
He didn’t lie to her when he said that she was still a virgin. The truth is, she was still technically a virgin until now.
Thinking about what happened between them, he rested his back on the couch and closed his eyes. Then he cursed her name over and over inside his head after everything came rushing back to him like a tidal wave.
At thirty, Rome had already seen and bedded more than enough beautiful women. None of them ever made him as hungry for sex as Margaux did, though.
Women were nothing but cheap, disposable items to him. He used them once, and then he trashed them. But Margaux was like an expensive wine that not many people could afford. She was the perfect mix of innocence and wildness.
Her lips tasted divine. The memory of her body arching in delight under him had been torturing his mind. She might have been heavily drunk last night, but her soft body wasn’t. She responded to each of his touches excitedly and with equal hunger. She was even eager to learn new things when she unwittingly pushed her down between her thighs.
He could still remember every soft moan she made while he was kissing her against the wall. How she looked when he cupped her pussy and how she drunkenly smiled at him when he took one of her breasts inside his mouth.
"Shit!" Rome’s breath started getting heavier. He might not have had any sex lately, but he was never sex-starved either.
He was frowning when he stood and walked towards the bathroom. Although Margaux was a stunner, he should have remembered his mission and just left her in the corridor last night.
He regretted carrying her to his room. More so, cleaning her after she puked. That was when every restraint in his body broke loose. He wasn’t ready for how his body responded to her. He was overwhelmed.
Shaking his head, he stepped into the bathroom and quickly stripped off his clothes. He threw them carelessly on the tile floor and then reached for the shower switch.
He set the temperature to the lowest it could get and then turned the water to maximum pressure. The water was biting on his skin, but he couldn’t care less about it. He raised his face towards the showerhead and let the harsh water drench him.
‘Be advised that you have been thoroughly fucked inside my mind since last night and are still being roughly fucked until now, Margaux...’ he thought.
After half an hour of a freezing shower, he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. The cold shower helped. His body felt a lot more comfortable, and his mind was clearer now.
He was casual when he walked to his closet and opened it. There were dozens and dozens of expensive clothes neatly folded there. They were all brand new, and some still had price tags on them.
From what he could remember, it was Alejandro who ordered Alberta to shop for his clothes. He must admit that the old woman had style and expensive taste. She completed his needs, from underwear to belts, shoes to watches, and everything else. She even bought him a couple of designer watches, including a Chopard.
It was funny and ironic at the same time. He hadn't expected such generosity from someone he was supposed to kill. Alejandro had been very hospitable so far— food, clothes, and a new doctor, whom he ended up shutting the door on after knocking.
How was he supposed to entertain the doctor in the first place if he was busy making out with Margaux back then?
Chuckling, Rome reached down to the lower part of his closet and blindly searched for something under the pile of clothes. He then pulled out a pink Hello Kitty printed mobile phone from it.
It was Margaux’s phone. He stole it from her last night while she was drunk and being stripped naked.
Rome pressed some buttons on the phone quickly. However, his actions were immediately halted as soon as the phone screen lit up and showed Margaux’s picture.
She was wearing a flowing white dress that ended just below her knees. Her thick, straight, jet-black hair was studded with tiny flowers and put into a bun. Her arms were arched gracefully, as if she had just finished making a turn. She was smiling.
Although the picture wasn’t sensual and was far from the Margaux, he remembered last night, its effect on him was just the same. ‘
Chill it. You can’t do what you’re thinking, and you’re supposed to remember that she is Alejandro’s daughter. Focus on finishing the mission. Kill Alejandro, get the Amati, and then go back home. You’ll get all the sex you need once you’re back at ‘The House.’
"Damn mission!" Rome felt a bit frustrated with his thoughts. His fingers were heavy when he started pressing number combinations on the phone to bypass the lock. He waited for the phone to reset and then scrolled straight to the messaging app.
Then he typed:
..***From: 09---------To: 09---------Lucille, hack this phone at once. Find my coordinates and send my guns and tools to this location. Tell Father that I'll report to him as soon as I get any clues about the Amati. Don't party too much, thinking that I'm dead. I'm still alive.
– R.M.S.
***
..He pressed the send button on her phone and then set the device into silent mode. Then he threw the gadget back into his closet carelessly and closed its door.
He coldly smirked. He could just imagine how Margaux would cry the whole day trying to find her mobile phone.
IT WAS ALREADY PAST EIGHT IN THE EVENING when Margaux stepped out of their villa. She had been grumpy the whole day. Her phone was missing, and she couldn't find it no matter how hard she looked.To be honest, losing the phone was nothing. She could always ask Alberta or any of their guards to get her a replacement whenever she wanted.However, she was waiting for a critical phone call. What if Alejandro suddenly remembered that he had a daughter who was waiting for him to explain everything he was up to?'Dream on!' She rolled her eyes.Soon enough, she reached the hilltop where her treehouse was. She was still frowning when she dropped her bag on the ground and gave the whole place a slow once-over. She wanted to make sure that there wouldn't be anyone present when she vented her frustrations.She then knelt in front of her bag and pulled out a bottle of chardonnay. She opened it and drank straight from the bottle, like a superb drunkard.Getting her fill, she slipped the wine back
MARGAUX'S BACK BOUNCED against her bed after she made a free fall. She remained to stare at the ceiling for a while, as if waiting for something to appear there. Letting out a breath, she then pursed her lips while thinking, ‘Who the hell are you?’She had wasted her whole day surfing all the social sites she knew about: Facebook, WeChat, Instagram, etc.Her curiosity about Rome was ticking inside her like a time bomb. Still, she didn’t have the guts to ask him questions directly either. Instead, she opted to stalk him online, hoping that there was any information about him readily available. Her efforts ended up being useless. Finding anything about Rome was like finding a needle in a stack of hay— it was like the man didn’t exist at all.Rolling to her belly, Margaux reached for her laptop and started typing again. She badly wanted to know him. Moreover, find out about his connection to her father.She typed his name on the search engine for the nth time and waited for a few seconds
A FEW MINUTES AFTER she argued with Rome, Margaux found herself sitting in their living room. Her mind was a mess. She thought that both Rome’s and Alberta’s reactions were weird. However, she didn’t want to deal with them now that Greg was here."What are you doing here?" She spat, giving the man before her a disdained look.She had always known Greg to be a neat-to-the-dot type of guy. Thus, she almost didn’t recognize him when she came into their living room. He was outright messy today— a wrinkled shirt, a tired face, and unruly hair. No wonder Rome called him garbage."I came for you." Greg’s voice was low when he answered. He then pushed the box of roses across the coffee table toward her.Following the box with her eyes, Margaux faked a laugh and then turned back at him. "Aren’t you supposed to save those for my burial?""What the hell are you saying?! You’re my girlfriend, Margaux!" Greg’s fist banged on the table between them. Then he stood up and started pacing back and fort
ROME WAS ALREADY ON HIS WAY BACK when his body stopped pacing in the air vent. He then shook his head a couple of times when Margaux's name started ringing in his head... again.He was still annoyed with the woman, and he was trying to minimize his contact with her. However, how could he do that if he couldn't even think of anything else but her?Just a glimpse of Margaux shouldn't be that bad, right? He has no plan to do anything more than just look at her anyway. He should be okay— he better be. 'Darn.’ Rome was still frowning when he turned to his cara's room. He had no words to describe the need taking over him, but it was more than enough to keep him moving through that tunnel.He was eerily quiet when he stopped by the mesh-covered opening just above Margaux’s room. It had been forty minutes since he last checked on her. Trying to sense what she was doing, he closed his eyes and focused all his attention on what was going on inside her room.'Holy fuck?’ Rome’s eyes fluttered i
"SO WHATS THIS GAME CALLED? Who Wants to Be the Next Corpse?" What Alberta said made Margaux briefly pause from sipping her coffee. Shifting her attention to the older woman occupying the main seat of their table, she frowned, then turned to the man who was silently eating breakfast across from her.Romes calmness about the situation was unnerving. How could he act so casually while Alberta was pulverizing them both?Margaux raised an eyebrow and stared at him even more sternly. It was never in her wildest expectations that Rome would suddenly look up at her and catch her glaring at him.'Shit!' She quickly bowed her head and went back to drinking her coffee. Then, covering the embarrassment that made her blush, she straightened her back and continued eating her meal."What’s wrong with you two?!"Margaux’s and Rome’s plates shook when Alberta hit the table with her hand. And as if it wasn’t enough, the old woman began banging the table successively, causing their utensils to dance t
MARGAUX'S MOVEMENTS WENT WILDER as the music continued. The club was having a rave party tonight, and everybody's emotions were on fire!The lights were blinking, and the smoke covering the place felt like boring holes in her lungs. The floor was swaying, and she could smell the mixed scent of different bodies squeezing with her while dancing through the ear-deafening music.It was dizzying to the hilt, but she wanted it! She needed it!After a few more minutes of power dancing, Margaux started feeling tired. Drunk and a bit high on trip, she pushed whoever was blocking her way. She didn't care about who or how big the body was or if what she did hurt anyone.She was half-witted when she managed to reach the bar and sluggishly hang herself on the smooth table. She gave a sluggish smile to the bartender, then raised four of her fingers. "I nyid my third shot.""Madam, that's your fourth.""My third!" she snapped, with a sudden change in her tone. Her eyes were droopy when she raised on
ROME SIGHED before pulling out the keys from Margaux's bra. He was clenching his jaw painfully as he stopped himself from dipping his fingers back into the soft place where they were.He was trying to be cool when he scooped her from the car's hood and dumped her carelessly on the shotgun seat. She flinched with a slurred cuss, but he deadpanned her and slammed the door on her beautiful face.'God, she's torture, he thought before marching around the car and slumping into the driver's seat. His feet weren't even heating up on the gas yet when he forcefully stepped on it and made the car jet out of the parking lot.He drove like a madman. Everything he saw that night was red. The veins on his wrist were even warning him to burst with how he had been controlling himself. ‘I'll do a killing spree next time you dance in public like that—’"Pull oveh.""Shut up.""Pull oveh Sheven Eleven!"He kicked the brakes without warning and heard a loud thud on the dashboard. His frustration was writ
OPEN FIRE. That was how it was as soon as the hotel door closed. Margaux's grunt was halted when the man before her immediately kissed her mouth. Not a scream, nor even a word. Nothing at all. Just..."Ohh..." she moaned inside his mouth when he bit her lower lips. He was kissing her so aggressively, and all she could do was hold on to the arms caging her.He was a mad kisser—a goddamn expert. And even if he was painfully crushing her lips, she couldn't help but want him more.Her body was reacting to him like iron filings to a magnet. She couldn't help but glue herself to him and mimic how wild he was claiming her. When his bare palm crawled from her waist up to her breast, her body instantly arched to give him more of her, unquestioning and unashamed.He grinned against her mouth, and she drunkenly smiled back with her eyes closed. She pressed her breast harder against his palm. 'Damn! This feels so good...'"Who owns this breast, woman?""My husband." she moaned when he began rolli