Aleksandra (18+)

Sinners

"Sure." Aleksandra said.
She got up and walked behind him as they both walked towards the vip section.

He pulled out a chair for her and she sat down.
"So how come I found you here in Italy?" Luka asked.
She looked at him wondering what his agenda was before saying.

"My parents promised me a vacation 3 years ago, free from guards when I turn 18. But now that I am they wouldn't let me go."

He looked at her with a raised eyebrow as he his eyes lives their own life. He couldn't keep his eyes from traveling down her body, first to her boobs, and that didn't go unnoticed, she clearly saw it and took the opportunity to bend forward a bit.
Why not show off your good assets to win.

"So you just ran away?" he asked.
She nodded as she sipped her champagne glass.
"I see."
"How about you? Weren't you in America like yesterday?"

"I had business to attend at home."
"I'm sure you did." She said giving him a eye roll as she pulled her hair back revealing her collarbones and long neck.

His eyes snapped quickly to the motioned as he licked his lips. "So tell me why I shouldn't call your father right away?" he said in a seductively voice.

She bit her lip and as she did that she saw him grab the table which made his knuckles go all white.
"Why would you?" she whispered while giving him a seductive smile.
"Well I'm a business man. When I see a business opportunity, I take it." he said never letting his eyes off her. She was confused. What did he mean by that?

They stared at each other for some while until the waiter came with the food.
"Truffle ravioli for the lady, and a steak for the boss."
They both thanked him and he nodded and walked away.

She took her fork and placed a peace of ravioli in her mouth. She moaned at the sensation. "Oh my god!"
But what she didn't notice was his eyes snapping towards her and his cock twitching in his pants.

She looked at him confused about why he seemed so tense.
"Keep moaning like that and I'll bend you over this table and give you something real to moan about." he said in a hoarse aroused voice.

She felt as if her insides were melting, her panties were soaking and she had trouble sitting normally so she kept squirming in her seat. They finished the food and drank some more champagne.

The waiter came up asking if they wanted anything more but they both said no and thanked him.
"I'd like to pay please, for us both." She added.
His eyes snapped at her with eyebrows narrowed, until he said to the waiter still looking at her.
"Assolutamente no, prendi i piatti e vai."
(Absolutely not, take the plates and go.)

She looked confused at the waiter that just took the dishes and left. "What did you say?"
"You're not paying." he said as he stood up.
She followed him standing up while saying.
"Stop. I want to pay."
"It's my restaurant so I decide." He added as he put his coat over her shoulders.

Oh. It's actually his restaurant? she thought.
"Thank you."

They both walked out of the restaurant and a taxi arrived immediately. She took of the jacket and handed him it.
"Keep it."
"Okay.. well thanks for the dinner."

He nodded and she climbed in to the taxi and headed off.
His attention was distracted as his phone started ringing.
He grabbed it and looked at the screen.  Milos Jovanovic.

He took the call and placed the phone to his ear.
"Have you seen her?"
He went quiet for a second before he answered.
"No, I'm sorry I haven't." he lied.
Milos sighted as he said. "Don't ever have yourself a daughter..."
I smiled as I said.
"I'll call you if I hear or see anything."
We then ended the call.