Labyrinth of Desire

13 - Brownie Points

Leonardo's POV

I don't know why I did it, but I did.

I followed Angelina. She looked like she was up to something and I wanted to know what her motives were.

I don't know what has gotten into me.

It's not like I already have enough on my plate.

I put my whole day on hold to follow a girl I despise because I'm curious to see what fuck face-free land is.

Well, at least that's the bullshit excuse I'm feeding myself.

I'm becoming obsessed with her being very fast and it is seriously not healthy.

In a matter of just two weeks, she has managed to consume every part of my fucking mind.

Images of me holding her body sensually as I lay her in my bed and fuck her into my mattress, invade my mind multiple times a day.

The sound of her little moans and whimpers when she takes all of me.

Fuck, I'm getting a hard-on just thinking about it.

Well, now I'm basically stalking her. But, if it's the wrong thing to be doing, who am I to follow the rules anyways?

After she leaves the estate, I get into my car and follow behind her Ferrari keeping a good distance between us on the way.

After about 20 minutes, she enters a 'residents only' parking security checkpoint that is situated under the Donatello luxury apartment building, which, unsurprisingly, I own.

I park outside and go to the entrance. I take a seat in the busy lobby, waiting for her to pass.

I'm pretty well hidden and my face is covered by the large newspaper I have in my hand.

'Wanted criminal, Corporate business owner, Lance Sorona, killed at La Luna Piena by an unidentified woman'

She arrives through the elevator a few minutes later and goes toward the valet. She hands him the keys to her car and goes back to the private elevator that only gives access to the top 2 floors and the roof.

Once she is inside, I stand up and go to the same elevator she entered. The reading above the elevator goes up until it stops at floor 26.

I press the up arrow and get into the elevator, using my access card. Once I reach the top, I'm met with one of the floor managers I have employed here.

"Mr. Rossi, I didn't know you were coming in toda! ," she gives me a sultry smile, holding a black file to her chest, but showing off a decent amount of cleavage.

"It was a last-minute decision," I say curtly. "If you need anything sir, please feel free to call me," she tells me sweetly.

I nod and watch as she gets into the elevator, not breaking eye contact until the doer closes.

I look around and I don't know whether to go down the hall on the left or right.

Just as I'm about to go left, I hear a gunshot coming from the right side of the floor.

I pull my gun out and walk cautiously toward where the sound came from.

As I approach the end of the hallway, I see one of the doors open and I hear a lot of grunting and shouting.

I see a grimy fat guy on top of a small figure. A small figure that I recognize way too fast, in a pair of those damn lilac yoga pants.

"Put your gun down, and I'll make your death quick." he shouts in her face.