Mr. Vincenzo | 18+

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When the faint ringing of my phone became a constant source of irritation, the morning had dawned and my body was a sweet reminder of what happened the night before.

Take it.

And I did like I was a fucking succubus.

"Is it your phone, Eloise?" Vincenzo mumbled and covered his head with a pillow, his magnificent back and more than half of his glorious butt on display for me.

My stupid phone rang again.

"Yeah, don't let me enjoy," I murmured to myself but got up. Pain shot in my pussy, wild like the previous night, but I somehow managed to go to the living space of the suite and picked my trench coat.

Four missed calls from Julianne Jones and another one incoming. I picked it up.

"Where are you dead?"

"I'm alive, thanks."

"Did you drink until you forgot we have to make it home within, like, an hour or two even if we use traffic excuse?"

"What time is it?" I pulled the phone away. 6:52 AM.

"Who's supposed to be the unhinged teenage girl here?"

"I'll be right there within half an hour."

I cut the call.

"You know, it's a sight." Vincenzo stood at the bedroom door, as bare as I was and hung heavily.

"I know, it's a sight."

He chuckled but continued looking at my face, a thoughtful look on his handsome features.

I raised a brow. "Am I that beautiful, Mr. Vincenzo?"

"You are, Eloise. You are. But it almost feels like I've seen you somewhere before." He sauntered to me. "Anyway, so you gotta rush now?"

"Yeah. My family's going to my grandparents and if I'm late, my mom's gonna blame my dad's genes for it. Have to save him at any cost."

A brief emotion flashed through his eyes, then he raised a brow. "Need a ride?"

"Definitely would have taken one if I had time," I said, running my pointer finger across his shoulder blade, "now, I have to drive back at god-speed and the only thing I need is my panty, Mr. Vincenzo. Keep it out."

I walked to the bedroom with a deliberate sway to my hips and felt his gaze on me, burning as if he still wanted to fuck me more.

Dylan never wanted to fuck me more than once, and he always said I didn't have the stamina to meet his passion.

He never fucked me in three years like Vincenzo did in one night.

I took a shower, washing away Dylan from my memories and Vincenzo from my body. Our one-time ended here.

I wrapped the towel around me and stepped outside. My clothes were neatly stacked on the bedside table and Vincenzo was sitting by the balcony doors, his pants hanging low on his hips. Few plates of food and fruits were on the table in front him, along with two glasses of juice and water each and a packet of pills, or a singular pill in a packet I'd call too big for it. He turned to me. "Come here, have something."

"Sorry, I really have to rush. I'll take the pill, don't worry."

I threw away my towel and picked my thong first, sliding it on my legs.

"Eloise, eat something, be it fruits if you want to, but you have to take the pill. We had unprotected sex last night."

I hooked my bra. "You pulled out, then we used condom. I'm not saying I won't take the pill but I really don't have time to eat right now. Once I get home—"