A Million-Dollar Strange Deal (UNEDITED VERSION)

Chapter 7: His Private Life and Private Estate

"Everyone has a three life: A public life, a private life and a secret life." - Unknown

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV 

             THE RIDE to my private estate outside Manhattan is definitely not comfortable knowing how thick the tension air inside the limo. The silence was deafening and my temper is slowly building up in my system.

She was just staring out the tinted window, emotionless. As seconds tick, it's unnerving. I tried to think of something to converse, but every word just got swallowed before it was spill out.

Why can't I think of an interesting topic to indulge her attention?

She is obviously ignoring me, and it really is getting on my nerves.

You know what pleases every woman, Marco. My conscience reminded me.

She's different from all these women I've dated. I snapped back to my inner thoughts.

I was arguing with myself on how to warm her up to me. My head clearly was suggesting me to shower her with jewelry, but I doubted if that would help me win her affection.

Wait. What? Why do I need to win her affection?

It's better when she's cold and putting distance in between them. Then, when she gave birth to my son, then everything would be easy.

Right. Good luck to that sleazeball. As much as I remember, you're lusting her more than you're lusting any human with a skirt. That's why you jump to Jennifer's place to get some release because you can't get your way on her, dick-wit. My conscience lectured.

Before I felt remorseful, I kick off my conscience off my head.

When I turned to looked at her, Georgina was fast asleep, looking peaceful in her sleep.

She looks so innocent and definitely strikingly attractive even when without trying. And, the thought that she's not aware of it, made it all the more attractive.

It reminds me this morning when I walked into her bedroom. She was lying on her bed with closed eyes. I almost took her there.

She looks like a goddess sprawled on her golden bed, with her exposed skin shimmering with the lights reflecting on her smooth silky skin. She was wearing a silk flowy summer dress that barely reach her knees and her endless legs were just too hard to resist. My eyes lingered on her beautiful naked face, holding the temptation to trail my fingers down her chest, hidden underneath the silk fabric, down to her endless legs hanging on the edge of the bed.

It seems like I'm having an excessive libido problem as long as she's around me.

I heaved a heavy sigh.

Warm feelings crawled within me. There's something in her that really starting to scare me now. I need to put a distance between us. I'm never going to get the same fate as my father and kill another life. He may not have done it, but she died because of him. Of his betrayal to our family. He abandoned us and chose his mistress.

I clenched my hands into balls and grit my teeth. The thought of my father abandoning us when I was four make me want to kill someone. To kill him.

I stared at her sleeping form again, then I look out the window battling with the temptation to pull her closer to me and just drown myself in her sexy and stimulating scent.