MR. BAD GUY (ENGLISH VERSION)

THE MILLIONAIRE WALTZ

After that troubled shooting, owing to a large extent to Enzo and Kevin's stormy relationship, he must get involved in the film's promotion. The premiere, to which he attended taking his beloved Pauline's hand as usual, pregnant again, was a great event in several cities around the world. There were premieres in different cities. London, New York, Sydney, Tokyo. Both film and soundtrack were huge success and Enzo's career improved. His career was more and more meteoric.

Pauline piled up huge amounts of projects which she always read previously. Enzo didn't took any part before she gave her opinion.

But before he embarked in the hard task of reading scripts, Enzo took a well-deserved holidays. First in the Balkans, one of his favourite places which his friends had taught him to love. He attended very proudly to Nemanja's son christening as a godfather. The offers would gather because Pauline's child would be also his godchild if everything worked out well.

After one week on Dalmatian coast, he travelled to Colombian Caribbean to end his holidays. Every night, Duncan was in charge of recruiting a number of male prostitutes to entertain him. He knew very well his boss's tastes and he always chose well. Sometimes they came three, other times two, another times one. Every night the madness was unraveling in his suite. Just finishing his stay in Colombia, came into his bedroom just one male prostitute this time. Very good-looking.

- You've come so fast -he said delighted, reaching theatrically his hand out, with his eternal cigarette between his fingers.

He stared at him from head to toe sitting on the sofa. Tall, slim like himself, shaved temples, dark hair, tanned skin and a huge mouth which pleased him so much.

- With that mouth of yours, you could swallow the river Volga, couldn't you? -he said laughing.

He stood up the sofa and he did his usual inspection, first visual spinning around him several times. Then he started to touch him. He touched the back of his neck's cleft, fondled his arms, groping his ass.

- I love your clothes -he stated satisfied.

- Thank you. It's one of my regular costumer's gift.

He called Dimas and was 23 splendorous years old. He was a luxury rent boy although Enzo gave it a damn. The outcasts would have worked as well.

- Well, how big is your cock? -he asked him on his ear after eating him with his eyes from every angle.

- Take off my clothes and you'll see it.

He had a very sexy and deep voice and his English was correct but with the peculiar Colombian accent.

- So early? Don't you want having a drink before?

- Sure.

- Does a large tonic vodka suit you well?

- It suits me perfectly.

Enzo took him his beautiful leather jacket with flaps filled with tacks. Underneath he wore a simple black see- through shirt which provided a glimpse of a beautiful and hairless chest. Probably shaved, Enzo laid down. So dark and without hair, impossible.

- Sit down, please. Let's chat.

Dimas took a sip from his tonic vodka and looked unwittingly at his watch.

- Are you in a hurry? -Enzo asked raising one brow.

- No, it's the custom.

- Well lay down on the sofa. I don't like the rushes at all.

Dimas obeyed and laid down. Enzo did it too on the other side of the sofa, so they were opposite each other. Enzo opened up, flirty, his silk kimono showing just his beautiful and tight pants. He took one of his usual little sips and started to take him off his military boots. He had big tanned toes feet, very aesthetic. Enzo slid one by one his fingers into his mouth, licking them sensually. Dimas watched him unmoved, without blinking nor moving.