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thirty five

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AALIYAH

Sergio led me into the space where the networking event was being held, walking dangerously close alongside me with his hand on the small of my back. The smell of his addictive, fresh cologne hit my nose and it made my head spin with desire and lust.

The convention centre was covered and filled with gold, black and maroon decor which looked absolutely breathtaking. It was no secret that I was nervous though, struggling to steady my breathing as we walked towards our seat.

People strutted in and were sitting down at their allocated spots, some standing around and talking, others grabbing drinks.

Sergio could probably sense my apprehension and grabbed ahold of my wrist, lifting my hand up and placing a soft kiss on my knuckles before meeting my gaze. "Are you okay?" He asked me, concerned laced in his voice and evident on his facial features.

I breathed in and out slowly to calm myself. "Yes, just slightly nervous but it's nothing some alcohol can't fix." He chuckled at my response and pulled me closer to him.

"Just don't overdo it." He warned, whispering the words to me which made me shiver. "Did I tell you how fucking beautiful you look?"

My smile was wide and I could feel my face flush. "You said it to me every five minutes in the car, did I tell you how handsome you look Gio?" We stared into each other's eyes, unable to look away.

He was clad in a dark grey suit, a crisp white shirt and a burgundy tie that matched my dress. He wore black formal shoes and a silver watch. His hair was sleeked back neatly and his stubble gave him that sexy mature look.

"Thank you amore and I said it because I mean it, if I knew you'd look this stunning I would've cancelled our plans for tonight so I could have you all to myself." He whispered, sliding his palms up and down my bare arms — leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

"Can you behave for the night?" I asked teasingly. "Or are your urges too overbearing?"

"Aaliyah, I've been behaving myself for the longest time." He confirmed what I had already suspected, the fact that he was holding back. "Let's sit down and I'll get you that drink you so desperately need."

Obliging to his request we sat down and he informed me that he'd be right back. Two minutes later Sergio returned with a drink in each of his hands.

He handed the concoction to me and I eyed the glass, dissatisfaction all over my face. "What is this?" I asked.

"Champagne." He stated matter of factly.

"When I said I needed a drink I was referring to something stronger." I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him. "What do you have?"

"I only drink whiskey amore." I shook my head in disbelief.

"Then why didn't you bring me whiskey too?" He leaned forward, taking a sip of his drink and then lowered his head next to my ear so he could speak.

"Because you need to remain sober tonight. The champagne will help you feel buzzed and that's all you require." I involuntarily rolled my eyes as he spoke lowly, his breath fanning the side of my face — a mixture of mint and whiskey. "And if you roll your eyes at me one more time—"

I gulped nervously but didn't back down. "How would you know what I require? I wasn't planning on being anything other than sober."

Sergio didn't say anything else. He only leaned back in his chair and placed his glass down on the table in front of us that was draped with a maroon and gold cloth. Then he took his phone out of his jacket pocket which I found highly disrespectful. Was he really going to ignore me and text.