"Remember, Bambolina. I once saved your life. I'm here to collect your debt. You owed me your life, and I want a lifetime payment ..." -- Giovanni Leone Santorini

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Giovanni Leone Santirini's POV (Unedited Version)

It was worth while watching her cheeks stained with deep shade of red. My body reacts as she blushes, and when her hazy dark gray eyes trailed down to my crotch, my body heated scorchingly.

Gosh, what is she fucking doing with me? I'm turning into a sex-starved beast.

I've never felt this to any women before.

With her, I always finds myself turning on. The temperature rises swiftly and my body feels so hot and so hungry to touch her, ravish her. When she looks at me, when her eyes morphs darker, I couldn't think rationally. Something about her that makes me feels so needy and crave to fill her.

The air I breath in and breath out is carnal, suffocating me and it takes all my willpower not to yank her and take her there and then.

"Can't we just eat here?" Suddenly her sweet angelic voice reach my ears. She sheepishly stared at my eyes, crossing her hands on her chest.

She looks so damn arousing in her maxi dress. She had to wear a blazer to cover her shoulder with all my hickeys. She had to put make up to cover her neck, but it is still visible.

She looks so embarrassed.

So innocent.

I can't believe she's still innocent with her age and with a beauty like that, she should be as experienced as these girls nowadays.

"Next time, Bambolina. I already made a reservation." I stated firmly, closing our gap. My hands automatically wrap around her slim waist.

"Of course." She rolled her eyes. "You decided first before asking me. What's so surprising." She said mockingly, not bothering to pull her body away from me.

I chuckled.

I put my finger on her lips and I felt her body shuddered. An electric sensations shoots in my every nerve endings, spreading all over my body. Ignoring it, I trailed my finger down to the hollow of her neck to her chest.

"Remember, Bambolina. I once saved your life. I'm here to collect your debt. You owed me your life, and I want a lifetime payment ..." I uttered firmly and her eyes turned into slits.

Smacking my hands away from her shoulder and yanking herself away from me, she shot me a dagger look. "I didn't ask you to come save me!" She glared at me and turned on her heels and stomped away grabbing her purse sitting on her dresser and headed out of the door.

I involuntarily shook my head and followed her amusingly.

              Outside, Sawyer was waiting beside the car, a sleek black Mercedes S-600 armoured car. 

Sawyer's eyes lingered at my Bambolina. My blood ticks and I made a fake cough, making his head turns to my direction and I gave him a grim and grave stare and he got the message. Red suddenly swirled around my eyes and death seems to shadowed in my head.

"To Puezzo de Pizzeria, Sawyer." I barked gravely in my calculated tone.

He looks at me with fear in his eyes. My mood changes didn't escape his senses. "Ye- yes.. Sir." He stammered sheepishly and turns his eyes away, not wanting to meet my deathly eyes.

Fuck it! He better keep his eyes off my girl or he will meet his death too soon.

Wait. Since when I became murderer to my to employees?

For the love of God, what is happening to me?

I shook the thoughts off and  help her climbed in the car and buckled her up even if she sends me deathly glares, then I closed the door beside her and walk around to the opposite rear door and settled myself inside next to her.

She looks tense and I reach for her hand and clasp it with both hands and rested it on my lap, giving her a reassuring smile.

I know she will like the place. Rafaelli Puezzo, a dear friend who owns chains of Pizzeria in the whole US, and they served the most authentic Italian cuisine like wood-fired pizzas to delicious pastas. In addition to that, the restaurant's exterior and interior is very fancy yet has a relaxed cozy ambience with an old-fashioned charm, and walls decorated with frames of their arts, filled with Italian history.

I felt like I was back in Italy, though I was only there twice in my whole 32 years of existence, but I felt home.

When I look at her, she looks comfortable again. Her eyes trained outside the tinted window, watching the occupied streets with walkers, venturing around the street, taking advantage of the last days of fall.

The sun rays kissing the trees, making the different hues of the leaves looks vibrant, and enchanting.

Shortly, the car park along the curb right in front of the restaurant.

Sawyer opens the door for me, and I walk around the car to her door and opens it for her, then helping her out almost carrying her out.

"I can get out, you know!" She snaps though smiling, I can feel her irritation.

"I know, Bambolina. You need more energy for tonight." I teased with my eyes held mischief so as my voice.

"Excuse me?" She glared at me, and I chuckled. Her cheeks slowly blushing.

Oh God, why did you create someone as beautiful as her?

I curled my hand on the small of her back and led her to the door. Sawyer opens the door for us and I just nod at him. She thank him and Sawyer knew not to look at her longer.

"Gio, it's nice-" Amanda pause a bit and her eyes scans my Bambolina, before looking back at me. The smile is back. "Nice to see you again." She purred and then she clung on my neck. I pulled her hands away from my neck and gave her a grave stare.

"Call me Mr. Santorini, Miss Myers." I stated sternly and she steps back with her smile unaltered. I look at Bambolina warily and she has this poker face.

Worries curled in my gut.

She bowed lightly. "So formal, Mr. Santorini," with her mischievous smile and I knew what she meant.

Amanda has a dark hair, heart shape face, with a dimple, small pointy nose and a bit chubby cheeks. Her boob is like a melon, that even their round neck black top uniform didn't hide the bulging chest and was restraining underneath.

And those lips and mouth could pleasure any man, wakes up even an impotent soldier.

I bedded her once and that's all. I never bed a woman twice or multiple times. Once is enough. There are more women who are begging for an experience with me, and I'm not selfish to give them a taste of me.

"Give us the corner cubicle," I snap at her and she just nodded and grab two menus and led us to the corner cubicle  lounge. It was cozy and a bit hidden from the other customers.

This is one thing I like it here. You have a privacy.

Just as we get to the corner, my phone rang.

I grunted and curse whoever called me. I look at her and she just nodded as she slides in and sit at the corner. I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my coat and I saw Vito's call.

"I'll be back. I'll just take this, important." I smiled at her and she just nodded her head.

I walk to an empty corner, where two washrooms for men and women are connected the call.

"Santorini!" I snap.

"The penthouse is all set up and it's ready for you." Vito announced with satisfaction in his deep rich voice and I grunted.

"Take the bed away. Hide it wherever until I say so. Break the shower too." I ordered, as my mind is working like a clock on how to blackmail Athena to let me sleep in her condo tonight and maybe the next coming days.

"WHY?" Vito snarled at me, sounding confused. I know he had work so much and did a lot of threatening to do as I please.

"Just do as I say!" I snarled back, now ensnared with menace, unimpressed tone.

I heard him sigh and then he said, okay before ending the call.

I grinned wickedly.

Placing the phone back in my pocket, I made my way back to our lounge and I saw a back of  a guy which I believe our waiter.

My blood ticks as I saw how the two talks animatedly.

I made a fake cough and the young handsome waiter looks at me and apologize. I motioned him to move aside as I slide in beside Enna.

She looks unimpressed, but I ignored it. My temper is already boiling at about to explode.

"Don't you have anymore women's waitress available?" I growled shooting the young man a dangerous look and his eyes flickered with fear, but managed to give us a tight smile.

"T-there's.. one f-for s-sure.. Mr. Santorini." He stammered and stuff his notes on his apron. "Teisha will be here shortly, Sir." Then he scurries away.

"What is that?" Athena jab my side with her elbow and I grunted with pain.

Well, not really painful, but I didn't expect it.

Her eyes doesn't look happy at all or impressed. "I don't like men talking to you neither looking at you." I blurted out and her eyes widened, looking at me incredulously.

"That is absurd! And who the hell are you?" She exclaimed and she looks away shaking her head in disbelief. I ignored her temper and just watch her scooted over to the corner, sounding so pissed.

I snake my hand on her waist and pulled her closer to me. She yelps softly and felt her small palm landed on my thigh and the sting is like an electric voltages shooting in my member, making me feel aroused.

"You're so kinky, you know ..." I said huskily, giving her a lopsided grin, my eyes is dancing with wickedness.

She rolled her eyes heavenward and I chuckled. She looks so adorable and arousing when she does it.

"I want to see that, your eyes dilating when I hump you fast and hard, and then cried out with plea-"

"Stop it!" She glared at me venomously. "You are so pervert and disgusting." She said above whispers not as she looks arounds and when she's sure nobody hears it, she sigh, shooting me another deathly glare.

My wicked self smiled. "I know you are wet already, Bambolina." I whispered against her ears, and my palm reach her thigh. She squirmed and her body suddenly heated.

I'm so going to regret it. My crotch is already uncomfortable feeling so tight in there.

"Get your hand off my thigh. We are in public, for pete's sake, Gio!" She snaps faintly and I smirked wolfishly. Her tone is unconvinced and rasp, sounding so husky and needy to me.

"This corner is hidden and nobody would know what's going on in here, Bambolina." I murmured and she looks at me with dark eyes, but mixed with disgust.

"Do you always do this?" She asked and I felt like I was poured with a cold water.

I release her waist and stared at her curious eyes. "NO!" I growled and then I look away.

Not long, Teisha arrived. She's a blonde and short girl yet sexy.

"Mr. Santorini." Her smile is sweet and inviting. I have been thinking to hit on her before, but now the appeal is gone. My body only crave for one girl, my Bambolina. Ever since I saw here in that room, restrained and looking terrified, my heart and body had been stolen and caged with her name.

"What would you like for your beverage, Sir, Maam?" She smiled.

"Riesling please," she smiled tightly and Teisha nodded.

"And you, Mr. Santorini?" Her tone is flirty, and I'm not comfortable with it and sense that Enna doesn't sound happy at all, makes me all the more worried.

"Same drink, Sir?" she asked and I nodded.

"I'll be back with your drinks." She said huskily, batting her fake lashes that almost covered her small almond eyes.

I cringed at the sight of it. It's funny that I saw now, how unappealing she looks like than before.

"I don't like her!" I heard Enna scoffed and played with the wrapped utensils in black table napkin cloth and I grinned.

I smell jealousy in her tone and I felt overjoyed.

"I know. Isn't she too flirty?" I teased and she looks at me, cocking up one eyebrow.

She pinned her pearl gray eyes on mine and snorted. "And you are enjoying it!" She scoffed. Her upper lips curled up in vexation and I chuckled loudly.

It was amusing to say the least. I could see jealousy in her eyes.

Stifling my laughters, I snake my hands on her waist and pressed my lips on her forehead. She smelled so divine, so intoxicating and stimulating. "Jealous much, aren't we?" I whispered against her head and she snorted.

"You wish!"

I grinned. Her voice is not convincing at all.

"Here you go." Teisha said as she place down our drinks in front of us. Her Riesling wine and my favorite here in Puezzo, their excellent Chianti.

I ordered our food since she doesn't know what to get. I ordered, pastas and she wants her with lobsters and I want mine with crab, and Toscana salad for starters. Their salad here is perfection, so as their pastas and it's home-made pastas which made it the best among all Italian restaurant here in New York.

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Athena Guidici's POV

The food is excellent so as the place. Although we are in the very corner and it seems our cubicle is detached from the world and inside the restaurant, it was peaceful though. The sound of the beautiful piece from the piano made it more romantic and cozy.

The place is fabulous and so the food, except these flirty waitress who kept on flirting with him. These ladies seems to know him well, especially the dark haired host who called him with first name basis. Seems like the two had something going on.

I hate it. I know I felt jealous and I chastised myself.

I can't believe I'm acting possessive while in fact, I'm nothing to him so he is to me. We are just acquaintances and he happens to be my saviour and I have debt to pay.

And it seems like I'm not getting away too soon.

When we walk out the restaurant, three guys with their camera's in their hands were waiting for us in the exit door and I felt Giovanni's hand around my waist tightened.

"Look down." She growled softly and I look at him in confusion, although I know what's going on and those paparazzi's will surely takes lots of photos of us and makes some false information or whatever details they will put in their magazine to earn bucks even to the point of ruining people's lives.

"Just look down, Bambolina!" He snaps sternly and I did when I saw anger in his eyes. He was almost covering me with his hands as he led me outside.

I don't know what's going on, but I hear voices not too far from us.

"Mr. Santorini, is it true that you're dating Ms. Guidici?"

"Can we take photos of you two, even just a couple photos?

"Ms. Guidici, please look here .."

I hate paparazzis.

I held my curiosity to look up and watch what's the guys was doing, and finally, we reach the car. I quickly slide in and Giovanni came in next, then the car door closes. I saw from the tinted windows the three paparazzi's trying to get closer to the car, while men in suits restraining them, while they keep fighting back for release.

"I hate this!" I mumbled as I felt relieved, leaning against the back support of the seat as I stared to him. He looks not a bit bothered

I guess he's used to this.

Why not?

He's the favorite topic of all magazines.

My family owned a Publishing company, but I was never interested in reading their stories about this famous people. I thought it was a waste of time.

Giovanni just gave me a tight smile and pulled my head to his shoulder and wrap his one hand on my waist. It felt comforting and cozy.

The fear that settles in my heart for a moment vanish and I felt contented and safe in his arms.

I know it's ridiculous to hear. I thought romantic books are sometimes over rating, but it is. I felt home, safe and secured.

"I'm sorry." I heard him mumbled and he leaned his head on mine, and my heart beats faster than its usual. And since I met him, my heart usually not working normal and I felt like I was always hyperventilating when he's close.

Damn this body.

When we reach my building, it was already two in the afternoon. I thought he's going to leave but I was wrong.

"Aren't you going to leave?" I asked blatantly. I'm really getting use to his presence and I don't like it.

"Oh my place is not done yet. I have no furnitures and the shower is broken as well." He said looking sad and my heart melted.

I thought I would be heartless if I'll kick him out to his place, knowing I owe him big time.

"When is going to be ready?" I asked not really liking the idea of letting him stay in my place longer.

He can't keep his hands off me and so as my body reacting to his touch.

"I don't know." His glumly voice reach my heart and all the more I felt obliged to let him stay.

"Fine, come in!" I groaned and push the door open.

He walk in first and I rolled my eyes.

Seriously, this guy is something. He seems so comfortable intruding my privacy.

Wait.

When I realized what is going on, I almost smack my head.

He doesn't have furnitures and shower is broken? That's means to say, I have to let him sleep here and have shower here.

I saw him talking on the phone, but it didn't last longer. I put my purse on the table on one corner with my keys and walk to the couch.

I saw him walking in the same direction to the couch.

"You're not sleeping here and have shower here, right?" I asked wanting to make sure my thoughts.

He can afford to stay in an ensuite hotel, heck he can buy a fucking hotel if he wants too. He's owns several holdings, including hospitals, banks, realty, and he's the sole heir of the Santorini Billion-dollar alcohol business based in Italy. His name is always attached to every companies, a big stock holders of every big companies in the whole America and Europe.

"Oh hell yes." He said haughtily and I look at him incredulously.

"You are not!" I declared gritting my teeth. "You can afford to stay in a fancy hotel, Giovanni." I snap, stating matter-of-factly.

"I hate hotels. Besides you owe me your life, Bambolina." He looks unfazed and I grit out, with my eyes burning holes in his face.

I'm so mad.

"That is blackmailing!" I grit out.

"If you say so." He said haughtily and I look heavenward, trying to calm my temper.

God, why did you create an insufferable jerk?

"You.are.not.sleeping.here!" I said through gritted teeth and he just look at me smugly.

Then, he plopped down on the couch and grab the remote. "Yes. I actually ask my driver to bring me clothes here until the penthouse is all ready." He explains briefly with his eyes trained on the television, but he kept on flicking the channels with no interest.

I grab the remote, completely pissed. "How about your old place?" I asked, still trying to control my temper not to punch him in the jaw.

I was standing in front of him, hovering him while he puts his hands behind his head and leans back, looking so gorgeously yummy, so comfortable and not even a hint of uncertainty in his eyes.

I felt so exhausted and I'm really sleepy.

I need nap.

And now, how am I gonna do it, if I have an unwanted guest?

"My old place, I already move out." He said shrugging his shoulders and it only annoys me to no end.

I grunted loudly and threw the remote control on his chest and he grunted as he tried to dodge it but it landed on his chest.

I took my blazer off and tossed on the close armchair and plopped down on one corner of the couch and laid horizontally. He scooted closer and grab my legs and place it on his lap, while he massage my calf softly. Tingles spreads all over my body like a wildfire and I moan softly as I close my eyes.

It felt relaxing and I felt my eyes grew heavy.

Then suddenly, my phone rang.

I grunted and I heard Giovanni's groaning loudly in disapproval. When I look at his face, it was disgruntled and I chuckled.

That face was priceless.

I walk to the my purse and fish out for my phone.

I connected the call as soon as I saw the caller.

It was my best friend, Bell.

"Hi Bell." I started as soon as the call connected and I walk back to the couch.

Just as I'm about to passed Giovanni, I felt his strong arm grabbing me and yanking me onto him. I yelped loudly and landed on his lap.

"Are you alright?" I heard Bell's worried tone and I forgot about her.

"Ye- yeah .." I trailed off as I lightly smack Giovanni's hands that was firmly wrapped around my waist and his hot breath breathing against my back. It sends tingling sensations all over my body.

"I'm in the city. Rafael has a meeting until four. I thought I could spend couple hours with you." Bell said and I felt alarmed. "Only if you're home, and you're not busy, Enna." Her voice drags me out of my frozen brain.

"Hmm.." Giovanni's moan loudly and I shifted to give him a deathly glare. He is going to put me in trouble.

"Who is that?" Bell asked sounding so curious.

"Oh no, nothing. I was watching.." I chuckled softly, trying to convince her.

"Oh alright. So you're home then." She concluded and I just realized it. I have no reason to deny it.

Gosh. I was thinking to lie I was somewhere with friends.

Oh Giovanni, I'm so going to kill you.

"Yes." I responded shortly.

"I'll see you in a bit then." She said so ecstatically and the call ended.

I stood up frantically out of his lap and tug his hand. "You need to find a place to stay until five." I said panicking and Giovanni's face turned mad.

"And who is that?" he growled. He looks murderous and I release his hand. He's already on his full height hovering over me, but I stood my ground.

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A/N: Here you go HWW. I hope this chapter makes you feel in love again...

Anyway, I'm going to pick one book to start writing it soon and go back on my routine. Updating daily.

My doctor had advise me to stay away from the computer monitor for a while since my headache and my eyes aching persistently due to stress and exhaustion, plus blue light doesn't help at all.

I'm sorry for the wait.

I hope this chapter made it up to all of you.

Again this is another rough draft so expect a lot of errors, all sort of errors and I apologize.

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