Light Grasso,
A middle Son.
An heir to the Grasso business and industry.
A head counselor of Italian Mafia businesses.
A narcissist.
Lilith Berenguer,
A princess of Italy.
A fiery woman.
A walking death.
A mastermind.
When Lilith faces the...
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Have you heard of the big bang theory?
The one where one singular spot of extremely hot and dense particle burst into cosmos, creating trillions of other particles over the pitch black vacuum 13.8 billion years ago.
Well,
I felt it inside my heart.
The big bang theory, it happened inside my heart the moment Miss Berenguer touched her lips on my cheek. The moment I realized, she kissed my cheek. The moment I felt her skin on mine.
Holy heaven, Miss Berenguer is that singular particle, bursting into cosmos and creating magic over the pitch black vacuum of my heart. Beginning the universe for me.
And what do you call the one who creates the whole?
A god. A goddess.
I've been worshiping this goddess for the past three years.
.
"You haven't answered my question, Mr. Grasso." Miss Berenguer finished her fifth glass of wine and placed it on the table. Her cheeks all red, eyes sleepy and hair strands falling on her face delicately.
"You're still curious?" I smiled, still drinking my first glass because, well, one of us has to stay sober when we're all alone. I have to stay sober if I don't want to lose the person I pretend to be.
Vulnerability, impatience and desperation is all I know when I don't wear glasses. The glasses of optimism, control and wisdom. I tend to despise myself once the glasses are off.
"I am." She nod, reaching her hand to the second bottle of wine when she isn't supposed to drink more. She's already a little drunk. "I want to know, what kind of women you like."
"Is that so?" I filled the glass for her even though I shouldn't. We've to leave for the Grasso house in an hour and face Moon, but, I can't deny Miss Berenguer when she demands something.
"Tell me, which kind of women turn you on?" She asked, looking all bold and brave. Her coat is also gone, sleeves all unbuttoned and heels lying on the floor. Her hair-bun loosening and skin all ignited. "Beautiful women? Adorable women? Seductive women? How about Moon, did she ever turn you on?"
"Moon is married to my brother, love, you shouldn't ask such questions to me." I scoffed, exploring her godly face when her brows twitched. Miss Berenguer placed her glass on the table and pulled her legs up on the couch and folding them elegantly.
"You're speaking everything else but to answer, Mr. Glasses, does that mean you loved Moon?" She called me Mr. Glasses. She only calls me Mr. Glasses when we're not having a formal conversation.
Of course, this is not a formal conversation.
We're having a wine together, in the room, alone.
"Not in a romantic way." I answered. I answered scooting to the edge of the couch and grabbing the tissue paper from the table. It's getting hot in here after having a wine in front of the fireplace.
