We stayed in the chalet in Switzerland for four months, until we finally visited Greece. A fact I didn't know is that Leon lived from his birth until his 5th year on earth, in Greece, and that his dad was Greek, that's why he inherited a mansion on Mykonos.
Matteo booked a villa right next to it on the hill and it gave me easy access to spend every day with Valentina, or even sometimes Leon.
I sat on their balcony, reading a horror book until Leon joined me. "Good Morning.", he said in a calm manner, yawning and lit a cigarette after he let himself fall into the armchair next to the outdoor table.
"Good Morning, Leon."
He glanced at my book.
"I have a book recommendation for you, after what you and Matteo have done last night."I got embarrassed and remembered that our houses are really close to each other and from his bedroom balcony, he could make a huge jump onto the one of me and Matteo.
I shifted nervously in my seat, closing the novel.
"Oh, which one?", I forced myself to smile.
He started to laugh and I had to do the same after hearing his. Then he stopped abruptly and said: "The Bible." while staring me dead into my eyes.I covered my open mouth with my hand and looked far away from him onto the other blue and white houses down the hill.
Leon took a deep drag of his cigarette.
"Oh! I guess...I should pick it up again...", I mumbled, trying not to cackle.He put his sunglasses on again, which he usually wears, and blew out rings of smoke.
"Sharks are my favorite animals...", he leaned himself into the seat."That's an interesting choice!"
"Yes, my mother got eaten by one."I went quiet and stared at him flabbergasted, still trying to understand his humour after a long time.
"What are you looking at, pal?", he questioned.
"I don't get the joke."He smiled with his teeth. "Because I wasn't kidding."
"I'm sorry for your loss..."
He shook his head. "My mother is the worst person to ever walk on earth, the same goes for my dad. She deserved it."I let my gaze drop to the ground, listening to Leon's lore.
"Well, basically I got abused by my parents since birth because they were alcoholics. Why did no police officer believe me when I reported with nine that my father broke my leg? Exactly, they were rich. If your parents are rich, they can do anything with you and nobody will care. I was thirteen when my mother got eaten alive by a shark the time we had a vacation in Australia. The cage's door which protected her from swimming with the sharks wasn't closed properly and well...My mother and three other people died. Three weeks later, I accidentally walked into my Dad's office at home and found him dead on the ground with a knife in his hand and four stab wounds. He killed himself. Maybe by reason of my mother, who knows?"
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Fearless Seduction
Romance•ℜ𝔲𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔩𝔶, 𝔟𝔢𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔦𝔱'𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢• "Love starts with a spark and turns into a bonfire. But the way I experienced love with him, had the same definition but a different outcome. Is love supposed to harm your...