"This costume makes me feel like a middle eastern bride about to be sold into a marriage of convenience." Lorena hissed, tempted to yank the veil off her face. For her, very few things were worse than being made to wear a veil. A stupid veil that served no purpose to her personally."I'm sorry gorgeous. You said you didn't want to wear a mask, so the veil was the other alternative." Marcelo responded."Still hate it, though." She muttered under her breath."Here, take my hands." He said, stretching out his hands, and she reluctantly accepted it.As they entered the building, her heart began to beat faster. It wasn't enough that the whole environment was creepy but then they had to get into an escalator that took them down. Further down they went until it suddenly came to a stop."Where exactly are we going to, Marci?" She asked, with panic in her voice.He smiled and held her hands firmly in his. "It's an underground party. Kinda extremely exclusive." He explained vaguely.This did no
"Put me down, Markris. We'll not escape without being noticed if you're carrying me."He moved his lips to argue but saw reason in her point. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips as he put her down. "Okay, we need a plan before we burst out of this room," He snapped his fingers, his feet tapping against the floor. "Got it!" He slapped his palm against his thigh. "Take off the veil." He ordered, and she quickly did what he said. The sight, from her face down to her stomach, momentarily took his breath away. She looked even prettier, and he couldn't help the barrel of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him."Markris?" She waved a hand across his stunned face. "Markris!" She snapped her fingers, and he jerked up."Yeah, as I was saying. I'll call Jorginho to round up the car to the door of the room we came in through. We have to pass through the chaos without being spotted.""The door you came in through? I came in through an escalator. Is there a separate exit?" She asked, already t
A gentle breeze triggered rustling leaves beneath the feet of the somber crowd as they gathered in numbers to pay their respect to the dead. It looked like the sky was in cahoots with the mourners, with the cloud covered in hues of dull grey. The circle formed by the one percent of Milan had a freshly dug grave in the middle and a casket adorned with the finest golden ensemble carefully lowered into it.By the side of the cemetery filled with the remains of historical, unimaginable wealth stood a choir band. Their voices, backed by the wind, spurred the deepest sadness even in the hearts of a crowd like this. A gathering filled with a bunch of people with questionable wealth. These people had their heads bowed and their souls in a temporal state of disarray.As the priest stood beside the casket to give an eulogy, a black Jeep Wrangler pulled over at the cemetery entrance, and the car doors flew open. The little distraction drew everyone's attention to the arrival. A woman dressed i
I have given the quest for love. Because hopefully, love will find me one day. Unexpected, astonishing, and breathtaking._Unknown_Lorena's POVI glanced at my slender waist, evident in my Emerald silky nightwear. Again. It's dark already here in Via del Babuino, and I’m feeling so tipsy from washing down the predicaments of my soul with a bottle of champagne. The door to my hotel room opened - finally - a tall, attractive man stepped into the room and walked closer to my sitting position, which was the bed. I squinted at the dark-haired man standing in front of me."Hello, " I smiled at him, wanting to understand why he looked so much like Andreas and what he was doing in my room.I don't know what I was expecting, but I wasn't hoping he would ignore me completely. He looked deeply at me; then, I realized how dark his eyes were. They are blue, blue eyes. Suddenly, he sits closer to me. I turned to take a peek at his face, but this time -closer- he smiled at me. I blink numerousl
"Life is full of surprises, and one of them is finding the one for you, most unexpectedly."_Unknown_Makris Andino's POV I glanced at my wristwatch. Again.Where am I? My eyes widened in shock, looking around at the elegant room surrounded by white and brown. The paint on the wall was all white with brown furniture. This is a hotel. And it's not my room. Why am I even here? My brain started to process how I got to the hotel. I was drinking downstairs with Ajax and Christos. We celebrated our success of gaining a vast contracted deal with the Alas Werke shipping company from Germany. Ajax received a call from his soon-to-be bride, while Christos's mama called him too. They left even without waiting for the hookers we hired online. They left, knowing that I had already booked three rooms for our comfort, and also booked an appointment for hookers to come to entertain us.A few minutes later, I stumbled into a bright room and found a lovely lady with Emerald eyes. She wore Silky em
The best solutions are often simple yet unexpected._Julian Casablancas_Lorena's POVArriving home early in the morning, I slowly emerge through the brick wall that leads to the kitchen window with the help of our family cook, Francesca Oriano, a Thirty-one-year-old cook that turns into my best friend and comfort companion. She assists me in climbing up into the kitchen with a tight frown. "Lady Cicero, What made you stay out the whole night?" she frowned. "I had to pretend last night to be you by laying on your bed when your father came in to check up on you." She grimaces even more as she continues. "You'll put me in big trouble very soon." she raised a question."C'mon, Francesca. No one is putting anyone in trouble here. Where is my father?" "In his old study!" she says. "He has been furious since last night after receiving a call from some strange number," she says. "Hmmm. Who dares to anger the king himself." I giggle. "C'mon, you must change before he steps out to see yo
There are always going to be circumstances you can't plan for. There's always the unexpected relevance and the fate._Jason Silva_Lorena Cicero's POV "Can I come in?" I ask from the small opening of the door. Two minutes later."No response?" I open the door gradually. "I am in." I notify whosoever is inside.Where is he? I thought that man said he was inside this office.Suddenly, I started hearing smooching sounds. —wait a minute, is that kissing sound that I'm hearing? I walked in exclusively. "Buon Cielo–" I screamed with my bag falling from my shoulders in uncertainty. "Who's there?" The Voice was rigid and eclectic with irritation. Is he having sex in the office? Is this man? My eyes are still fixed on my catnapped nemesis. Is he a lovemaking maniac? He turned to glare at me with a frown, and it was quickly replaced with a smirk on his corner lips. His eyes are acceptable. But familiarly, he's a perverted man. "Makris. Get her out of here; she's spoiling the fun. Please,
Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.~ Friedrich Nietzsche~Lorena Ciecro POVIt's not every day that my father, Paolo De'Longhi Cicero, called for me in his old custom traditional book library; it is known by everyone that is connected to the Cicero. It's an old stately home for a chat —And I bet that you won't like to be called into the chat room because it gives chills and unwanted fatherly advice and decision—a place where frustrating choices are made and stamped.My elder sister, Verona, and I knocked on the old thick wooden door to find out. On the second knock, an ancient roman voice was heard."You may enter!" Said the commanding voice in the old roman dialect.Verona looks at me with eyes full of panic, praying to Go