A love like ours ✔️

♚4.Reunited

Rafael.

The music is blasting in the Devil's Lair. Dante and I are heading for the VIP section and take our seats, not to close nor too far from the ongoing meeting .

The waitress pulls her shirt down so that more clivage can be shown, as she sets our whiskeys on the dark metal table. She has a beautiful body, so do the dancers who are entertaining the patrons. Unfortunately, I'm not here to have fun, and my thoughts are still on a certain Italian goddess.

I cannot stop it, not when my heart is still beating for her.

"What did father want with you, Raf? Why did he want to talk before we left?" Dante asks. He's reffering to papa, requesting to meet me earlier.He and mama are in NYC. They've been traveling a lot since he retired, but they're staying until after the Asphodel Gala. I haven't participated in ever since Ray and I broke up, but my parents insist on going every year.

"You know, the same old thing. Get married to a suitable woman, produce an heir..." At his 68 years, papa vows he and mom still have hot sex. I grimace taking a sip from my drink. I didn't need to know that.

The old man is quite the romantic. He says that there will be a single woman for whom I'd kneel, he said that once I find her I'll gladly lay my crown to her feet. She'll be my greatest weaknes but also my bigest strength, because I'd stop at nothing to protect her, to keep her happy and at my side. I'd become more vicious towards my enemies, stronger for her.

I've heard this reasoning at least a hundred times during the past 5 years. Him alluding to Soraya being the one didn't escape unnoticed but he knows not to push it.

"Oh... we both know that ain't gonna happen soon."

"Indeed. But I'm praying he'll shift his marriage discutions towards you. It's quite time, you're 21." I chuckle.

"Dio mio (my god)! I hope not. Besides it's not like you're getting any younger. You're 1 year shy of 30".

"Whatever.".

I glance toward the table at which Sokolov and Cortez are seated. The Brazilian has a pretty redhead seated on his lap. No business talk yet, then. In this world of ours we cannot risk our negotiation being overheard by random people. This why my office, where the work related talk takes place, has signal jammers. It is also why the mic the redhead planted under the table is not working, making my job harder.

A sense of awarness slithers down my nape. I know what it means, and I'm not prepared for it. This can't be fucking happening!

Don't look.

But it's impossible to resist. I turn my head and there she fucking is. Soraya Eliana Morelli, even more beautiful than 5 years ago, if that's possible. She's hot as sin in a tight black dress that is hugging her every curve just right. At 5'6 she has a delicious shape, with plump hips and full boobs that looking like they could fit just right into my hand. I know for a fact that they do.

The sway of her hips is mesmerising and that plump ass of hers... Goddamn, it's begging for me to leave my bite marks on it. Her golden tan soft skin, her onyx eyes and long raven hair combined with the poised way she carries herself with make her the personification of Aphrodite. I'm hard as rock by only the sight of her. Ray is the only one who'd awaken this reaction in me thus far. Fuck! If she comes any closer, if she looks at me with those doe eyes, if I catch a whiff of that intoxicating smell of hers... I'm going to lose it. I adjust myself, but my pants are getting tighter and tighter.

I feel every fiber of my body calling for her, begging her to look my way. Doesn't she feel it too? This thing, I don't know what it is, but ever since we've first met as children, it's been there. It was like every atom of my body was drawn to her, like my inner Solar System has found its new gravity center, its new Sun, Her. My little Star, bright and beautiful and too far away from my reach. Too far away because I pushed her there.