A Night in Halikarnas | +18 ღ IT BECAME A BOOK! ღ

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❝Valentino❞

I've never been one to look back or worry about anyone. You know, the story is the same. Guys like me have more varieties around you than they want and so on... But that girl had caught my attention from the first moment I saw her. No, I wasn't talking about bar night. It's not the first time I've seen him at the bar.

I've seen that girl before in my dreams.
It may have sounded crazy to most of you, but that's the only reason I watched him sing at the bar and was surprised to see his face when he approached and kissed me on the lips. The way I've seen him in my dreams.

What would your reaction be if you found the person you've seen so many times in your dream?

A scientific fact says, If you're dreaming about someone, you've seen them somewhere in real life, but you don't remember them. Maybe we've been down the same street many times, but we've never noticed each other. But one night he walked into a bar and started to dive on stage and sing. He walked off the stage and kissed me on the lips. If that's not the call of fate, what is it?

It was clear that we had a spiritual connection. Or I was crazy. They were both within the possibilities. It wasn't two or three days old. His presence and dream have been with me for a long time. But I had a short time to get to know him, and I had to make good use of it. Was he the one I dreamed of, or was he completely different? That's why I made that offer to the woman I was facing. "My proposition is, I want you to have sex with me one night."

Before I come to the proposal, I have to tell you about the night I saw him at the bar. As usual, my cousin Luigi and I went out for some fun. I wasn't interested in the woman sitting in the lodge sipping a drink with her back turned. She was just a woman I looked at for a moment. I didn't see your face. Until all of a sudden, when I was on stage and dancing like crazy, singing. Even if I couldn't pick his face from a distance under the lights, it looked like him. Just as I was about to get a drink and take the front row, my phone rang and I had to talk business. But I was quite distracted listening to my man on the other end of the phone who let me know about the job. I was confused even when I gave him the necessary directives. I was thinking about the girl in there. By the time I got back, the possibility of her leaving was leaving me with a strange feeling in my mind. It's like a flurry. Which I wasn't used to. When my interview was over and I came back inside, my eyes were looking for that woman. Luckily, he was still there. There it is, there it is. Stage. He had a velvety voice. I've often made predictions about him. I've been thinking about a lot of things. Judging by the beauty of my dream, she could have been a model. But in my dreams, I never thought your voice would sound good because it was unlikely to hear the voice of someone I didn't know. Was he singing in bars? I couldn't stop making assumptions about him when I wasn't even sure it was him yet. I got a little close and started watching him from the front row. I even gave him a name. Andrea. Of course, that wasn't his name, I knew it. At least she was a Turkish girl now that we met here. I never ummed I'd meet him here in a place like this. Everywhere I'd been for a long time, I kept my eyes open in the hope of encountering him or seeing him. Searching every street for someone you don't know where they are, who you're not even sure is living... Sounds pretty creepy and kinky, didn't it? Kinky.

I was in the front row of the bar listening to him. With the hand I felt on my shoulder, suddenly my gaze turned to Luigi behind me.

He pointed to the woman on stage and was trying to gauge my reaction by saying, "It's pretty good, huh?"

"This is that woman." I was sure now. I was almost certain it was him. Despite the lights reflected on his face, I was able to accurately analyze his facial features. That was him. Andrea...