LUXURE

8. A NEW PERSPECTIVE

GIOVANNI'S POV

"What?! I have company, I'm a little busy." I seethed into the end of the phone, angered that Mark had called me when he very well knew I was busy. Luxure was in the bathroom, and Mark knows to only call me in emergencies.

"I'm sorry, sir, but something has happened at the club and we need you to come back." Mark quietly said through the phone. I asked what was going on and he explained everything. Crap. I rubbed my face with my hand as I grunted a faint "ok" before I hung up.

I walked out of my office and headed back to the bedroom to explain the situation to Luxure. I didn't want her to leave, she was a different breed. I've never met a woman like her. I want to treat her like a queen.

I walked down the hallway to the bedroom we had just had rigorous sex in to find it empty. Maybe she's still in the bathroom? As I headed out of the bedroom something caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. My pants were laying on the floor as my wallet sat on top of them. That's weird. I know my wallet was in my pants when I took them off. I grabbed the wallet and opened it counting the money in it. I was short $300, and I know for a fact how much I had in it before, I had only just made the deal that afternoon. I looked at the money in my hand as I rubbed the slight stubble on my face. She wouldn't have, would she?

I threw the wallet on the bed and walked into the living room still trying to find her. I looked in the bathroom I showed her to, empty. When I got to the living room I saw her dress and bag were gone. To say I was a little hurt was an understatement. As I turned to go back to my office, something else caught my eye. Sitting on the side table next to the elevator entrance was a piece of paper with a pen sitting neatly on top. I walked over to it, my feet feeling heavy when realization hit me.

"Thanks you for tonight, it was wonderful. -Lux" I threw the notepad on the ground as I grabbed my coat sitting on the kitchen island and headed downstairs.

When I made it to the car I started it and the engine roared to life. I angrily drove down the road back to the club, speeding more than I should have. I pulled out my phone and called Mark. He picked up on the second ring.

"Yes, sir?"

"You remember that girl I took home?"

"Yes."

"Find out who she is. I want to know everything about her. Got it?" I demanded sternly.

"On it, sir." He said. I hung up and threw the phone on the passenger seat. I looked over at the phone sitting lifelessly in the chair, remembering the beautiful being that sat there only a few hours ago.

"You fucked with the wrong guy, Luxure."

*Author's Note*

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WELL?! What do you think is gonna happen? I'd watch your back Scar, yikes!

As always, thank you for reading! Please leave a vote if you enjoyed it! I know this chapter was a little short, but I REALLY wanted to add a little clip of Giovanni's POV.