floor but there are booths along the sidelines where people are sitting and hanging out with tapas type food.
I scan over the crowd and find her at the bar. The fucking bartender has his eyes glued to her tits while she’s placing her order.
I make my way upstairs to the second level where I can watch her. Where I am has the same sort of booth set up and a bar area.
She sits on a stool by the bar and has that same sad, lost little girl look from the other day. The bartender comes back with her drink and hands it to her.
I watch her and mull over what I’m going to do. This is the part I didn’t plan because I couldn’t. It’s the part I knew I’d have to play by ear.
As Isabella sips on her drink I recall all the shit Dmitri put her through today. It started from this morning. Dmitri spoke of someone called Eric, who I know from further conversation that he killed, and he called Isabella’s mother a whore.
He was fucking vile. He treated Isabella like shit all day and I have to admit I had a hard time listening and holding off on heading over to him and snapping his neck.
Her need for a break is expected. It’s a shame it also opened the door for me to take her.
I lean on the rail of the barrier watching her. Attraction lulls me to do more than watch though and I allow my gaze to travel from her long, elegant neck, down to her breasts.
I get the sensation as my gaze lingers on her perfection she can sense me watching. So, I’m not surprised when she looks over her shoulder and her eyes connect with mine.
It takes a few seconds for recognition to form in those pretty eyes of hers. We’re roughly thirty feet away from each other, but I see the twinkle that forms in her eyes as she stares back.
It’s then I remember with perfect clarity I’m not immune to her beauty. Neither am I immune to attraction.
Attraction at its finest stirs deep within the soul and entices you to explore. It entices me to think of what she is. A beautiful woman I would love to explore to see what pleasures that body of hers would delight in.
The longer I stare the more I imagine what I could do to her.
But I’m not here for that. I’m not here to think with my dick.
However…
I know how to play this. I’ll just be a bastard for it.
Sorry bellezza, I might want to taste you, but this isn’t about you…
I want your father’s head in a box.
Chapter Eight
Isabella
Oh my God… it’s him. It’s actually him. The man from the park.
He’s here, standing on the first floor balcony of the club and I’m just staring at him like I’ve never seen a man before.
Okay… that’s not quite right. I’m staring because I’m surprised to see him, and I’ve never seen a man as gorgeous as him before. I knew I wasn’t likely to forget his face. Even without feeling his penetrative stare on me moments ago, he has the type of face I would easily pick out in a crowd. Just like I am now.
Now I’ve seen him though I don’t know if I should say hi or leave.
It was embarrassing that we met because I was crying. What he said to me was sweet though. It was even sweeter for him to give me his flower. He didn’t have to be so nice.
I want to lift my hand and wave, but it feels like I should do more than that.
When he backs away from the balcony, I know I must do something. I can’t just sit here.
But, what if he’s here with someone? Like a girlfriend. I’d be surprised if he didn’t have a girlfriend. The way he was looking at me though suggests he might not.
I’m so silly, I can’t see him anymore. I’m sitting here thinking about what to do while he’s getting away.
Setting my unfinished drink on the counter I get up and make my way upstairs to look for him.
There are a few couples making out in the booths and some dancing around. I can’t see him though. I turn down the little path leading down to the other side of the dance floor and scan the area for him. If I came up the only other path, he would have gone down there. Or… maybe he’s