SIN; LUST & LOVE

DANCE WITH ME

A flashy Bugatti Veyron rolled to a stop in front of a high-class restaurant, and Vito exhaled softly through his mouth, looking up at the magnificence in front of him. 

Some years ago, while roaming the streets of Milan, calling people's attention to his street food, he never thought he would reach this stage in his life. A stage where he would oversee some of the most renowned restaurants in different countries. 

Pulling himself back to reality, he got down from the car and leaned down to look at the driver.

“You can go now, Trey. I can handle myself from here.”

The driver, Trey, looked like he wanted to disagree but on second thoughts, nodded, and drove the car down the street just as he had been ordered to.

Vito looked up at the bar, shaking his head and walking in. He could feel the eyes of people cutting through his shirt and jacket like they were analyzing him. It was the last name, he thought. His last name was enough to capture people's attention because it meant he was rich. Though he tried not to look like it too much, everything else gave it away. 

Vito shrugged the watching eyes off his shoulders, eyes searching for a familiar mop of blonde hair. 

When he caught sight of him, he walked towards him, sitting on the bar stool beside him.

“If it isn’t the biggest man in Italy now.” Agust greeted him with a teasing smile as they shook hands and half-hugged each other. “Never thought I’ll see you in the U. S. How has it been?”

Vito shrugged. “Same like old times. Raffaele insisted I come over here to oversee the startup of our cuisine. This is the second time I’m coming here.”

Agust shrugged, looking at his cup. “You never told me you were around until I called you.”

“I’m sorry, man.” Vito sighed. “Being caught up with work and all those crazy numbers was making me more reclusive than I ever thought I would be.”

Agust laughed, slapping his shoulder with a warm smile. His eyes twinkled under the beam of the chandeliers, and Vito relaxed, realizing that he had missed his best friend. 

They had been closer before he disappeared, and he had been the only one to know about his whereabouts. 

Agust had called several times to convince him to come back, but he was enjoying his new life. He never thought that cooking would be his calling until he found himself in Milan.

He had always felt it was much better for him to discover himself while away than to restrain himself at home. He had not seen the man that birthed him since he returned to the U.S. and he was hoping he didn't. 

The last thing he needed was to ruin his mood and cancel the entire trip, getting nothing done. But Agust is his reassurance that not everything he left over here is terrible.

“You know what?” Agust curled his brows at him, having a mischievous grin on his face.

“What?” Vito asked, startling out of his thoughts. “I don’t like that look in your eyes. You always look like that when you have something crazy in mind. Are..."

"Don’t you want to… unwind? Let loose? At least for one night?" Agust asked, interrupting him.

“Hm.” Vito sighed, looking at his fingernails. “Nothing too crazy, though. I don’t want my plastered face appearing on tabloids in the morning.”

Another thing that came with his sudden popularity was the media, which looked for every avenue to capture his slip-ups. 

When Raffaele adopted him, there was news flying around that he might have been his hidden illegitimate son. Though Raffaele had ignored all of it, he could tell it wasn’t good to have news like that flying around about him. Since then he kept himself away from things that could paint him and the Arturo's cuisine in an unpleasant light, and he had done a good job so far.

“Nothing too crazy,” Agust assured. “Come on; there’s this new club not too far from here. I believe that might be a great place to get you to relax.”

Vito nodded, getting up from his seat and mentally preparing himself for the loud chaos that would be at the club.

•

When they entered, they were met with neon lights dancing above their heads and the soft thudding sound of music. It felt nothing like the clubs he had been to. The guests were dressed in classy outfits, and they drank slowly, conversing and laughing. There was another part of the club that was covered and that was where the music was thudding from.

“This is the cool part of the club.” Agust explained, noticing his confusion. “Minimal noise, food, drinks, everything that would get you to relax.”

Vito nodded, glad his friend didn't take him to a place he would not be comfortable. “Let’s find a table then.”

They walked towards a table at the far right of the club. The table granted them a full view of the entire room and even the entrance of the actual club where the dancing was happening. Vito leaned back when Agust called the bar attendant to their table, eyes darting around.

“What about you, Vito? What would you like to drink?”

“Gin and tonic would be fine.”

They got talking as their drinks arrived. Agust had also set a big step for himself, being the leading creative director of Pixels, a huge digital marketing company. It was a wonder how he even got there because he had always wanted to study law. The two of them had their plans, but life dealt them a different card. They chatted, laughing at their past mistakes and drinking to while away time.

It has been so long since Vito had gotten to relax, and he was happy that he accepted Agust’s offer and did not drown himself in work for the night. He settled in his seat as he listened to the man in front of him talk right until they were suddenly interrupted.

“Excuse me," a soft female voice said, wide eyes and brunette hair wildly rough on her head. “My friends said I couldn’t do this, but here I am.”

Vito stared at the lady in front of him; not a hint of alcohol in her system, but she looked high off the moment she was living. “Do what?”

“Well… are you taken?” She asked, staring at Agust.

“W-what? I have a girlfriend," he replied, looking flustered.

She pouted and sighed, turning to Vito with a sultry smile. “Well, are you taken?”

Vito didn't hesitate with his response, feeling his body come alive. “No.”

“Then come dance with me.”

She pulled him up from his seat, getting cheers from her friends on the other side of the club. She stared back at Vito, who only smiled at her wild look.

“Pardon my manners. I’m Jaci. And you are?”

“Vito.”

“You’re my date for the night, Vito.” She said, pulling them to the middle of the room and dancing without a care in the world.

Her body moved against him like he had never felt before, and each contact between them sent a spark down his bones. When she looked back up at him, he could see the lust swimming in her gaze but there was another thing that gripped his attention; it was the look on her face and deep inside her eyes as if she had longed for this moment all her life. 

And as if this was something she would probably get in trouble for later on but yet she couldn't help herself. 

He wanted to question her but with her soft body pressed against him, he seemed to have lost his senses and his thinking rate was zero as her beauty overwhelmed him.

Her eyes shut as he pulled her closer to his body, and they grind against each other, their clothes stopping the heat from spreading further. She indeed was what he had been searching for. Jaci had been the exact thing he didn't know he needed. Which was why he couldn't stop himself from leaning toward her ear. “Do you want to do this again some other time?” The question rolled out of his mouth so sweetly before he could hold back himself.