The Enemy Beside Me

Chapter Four

Constance

My heart was beating so fast that I wouldn't be surprised if it leaped right out of my chest. I've been with several guys and had more one-night stands than I could count. Why did this feel different?

I kept asking myself what I was doing. This was me. This is something that was normal to me, and I didn't judge women who liked to have a good time with no strings attached. Relationships were too difficult, but with a one-night stand, both parties got exactly what they wanted out of the deal. I didn't have to worry about him staying over in my bed and having to wake up to the guy the next morning. It was straight to business, then kick them out so I could enjoy my night alone.

There was something about this man that was different from all the rest. If s*x was a person, this guy would be a walking s*x ad. I've met my fair share of sexy men, but this guy easily took the top spot. His black hair was slicked back with a five o'clock shadow going on. The scruff on his jawline made him even more irresistible. However, I knew this guy was bad news with looks like that. I didn't usually care what the men did for a living that I slept with. It was just s*x, and I didn't need to know anymore. Why did I feel the need to ask him? That would be the stupidest thing I could do on my part. All I needed to do was stick to this and have s*x with this gorgeous man.

My ass was slightly rubbing against the sink when he dropped to his knees in front of me. Oh god. I was already wet, and he hadn't even touched me yet. My body was turning against me and making me look pathetic.

"Wait," I said, stopping him completely.

He sighed and stood back to his feet, a visible line of irritation lined across his forehead. "What is it? You said you wanted a good time, and I'm willing to give you the best s*x you have ever had. What's to think about?"

That massive ego he carried with him should turn me off, but it did the opposite. Most men couldn't back up their ego if their life depended on it. Something told me this guy was different from the men I'd been with.

I raised my eyebrows at him, challenging him in a way I'm sure he isn't used to. "Condom?"

Those eyes of his sparkled, showing me his playfulness. "Don't worry, baby. I'm clean. I'm sure a sexy woman like yourself is too. Stop delaying this, and let me do what I came here to do."

A moan wanted to escape through my lips, but I pushed it back. I wouldn't let this guy see me struggle with the way my body responded to him so easily. It's been too long since I've had s*x, and that's why my body was acting this way. It had to be. As sexy as this guy was, he was no better than any guy I'd ever bedded before. Just from his look alone, I could tell that whatever business he was in wasn't legal. No man dressed the way he did and looked so good did something good for his career. Still, that wasn't any of my business.

"That's great, and I'm sure you're telling the truth, but I don't know for sure. Condom or no s*x. That's a deal breaker."

Leon smiled, showing off a perfect smile that I'm sure he could flash at any woman he wanted and get her just like that. "Okay. I don't just carry them around on me. We will have to go back to my place, which is fine because that's where we would have ended up anyway. Get your coat and say goodbye to your friends. I'll be outside waiting. Keep me waiting too long, and I'll leave."

Just like that, he opened the bathroom door and walked out like he was somewhat annoyed but impressed that I stuck to my guns. He could try to deny it all he wanted, but Leon wanted me just as much as I did him. Good. Knowing that a man wanted you was the best thing for a woman. It gave us confidence, which I didn't need, but would gladly take.

After straightening out my dress, I walked to the table where my friends talked among themselves. I grabbed my coat and placed it on while they stared at me, expecting me to explain myself. "Yes, I found a guy. Can you all stop looking at me like that now? We are going back to his place, so you three have fun."

Angie grabbed my arm as I got ready to leave. She took a few steps away from our friends at the table before speaking. "You know the drill. Call me as soon as you are back at your place. You know that Milan can be filled with hot-ass men who are also crazy and not in a good way. Just let me know that you made it back home safely, okay? That's all that I ask." Angie slapped my ass and winked at me. "Go get him, tiger!"

I rolled my eyes as I walked away and proceeded outside. The cold wind whipped around me right at the same time I felt two strong arms protect me from the cold. Of course, it was Leon. He rushed me to his car like he couldn't wait to get me back to his place. Who was I kidding? I couldn't wait either.

He didn't hold the door open for me like a gentleman would. I didn't expect it, but it would be nice to be treated than more of a piece of ass for the night. If I wasn't so horny, I'd call him out on it.

We drove in silence for a few minutes before I had to break the uncomfortable silence. "Nice car." It was a newer Porsche model which was popular among rich men in Milan. It was small but fast, which is what men like him needed it for.

Leon didn't say anything or even acknowledge what I said. I did like the rough exterior guy and hardly ever asked questions, but I didn't like being ignored either. Call me a brat, but I will never let a man make me feel less of myself. I should be on a damn pedestal and should be treated like that, even by a one-night stand. Every woman should.

"Are you just going to stay quiet the whole time? If so, this night may be just too boring for me."

He had one hand on the steering wheel that gripped tighter with my words. "It will be anything but boring. You will see. We are almost there."

Sure enough, five minutes later, Leon pulled into an unground garage. Since it was night, I didn't get a good chance to see the building we pulled into, and when you lived in Milan, they all started to look the same. I wondered if he hooked up with women at night for that purpose alone, so they wouldn't be able to find out where he lived. I'm sure a guy like him has had his fair share of stalkers.

There was an elevator to the right of the parking deck. Only five cars were down here, which was odd for such a massive building. "Only five cars? Isn't that a bit strange for such a large building?"

Leon pushed the elevator opened and helped me inside. I watched the doors close in front of us before he finally spoke. "They are all mine. This parking garage is my private garage. The other cars park on the other side."

Well, that explained that, then.

He stared at me, clenching his jaw until he couldn't take it anymore. Leon pushed me against the wall and hovered his lips over mine. I was begging to be kissed by him just so I get riled up before getting straight to the act. A good kisser, even if just for one night, was a huge deal breaker. If the man couldn't kiss, I didn't have much hope for the s*x.

My legs tingled as his fingertips brushed my sensitive skin. Leon took his time teasing me, knowing exactly what he was doing. Just when I thought the night looked bleak, he showed me little things that led me to believe he knew what he was doing in the bedroom.

With his lips hovering over mine, he asked, "what is your name? I don't usually ask the woman her name, but you're different. I need to know before I f**k you."

I huffed. My name was irrelevant, and he knew it. "Listen, we are here to both have good s*x, and that's it. Once it's done, we will walk away and never see each other again. Names are not needed."

A deep groan escaped the back of his throat, and I could feel his length grow right against my stomach. He wasn't even fully hard, and I could tell how big he was. This might be a fun night, after all. "Your name or the fun stops here, baby. You know mine. It's only fair."

I rolled my eyes, and that's when his hand reached out and clutched my throat. His grip was firm, but I could tell that he was refraining himself. I should have been pissed off that he would put his hands on me, but it did the opposite. s**t. I was in trouble with this guy.

"Your name," he demanded. "Now."

"Constance. There are you happy now?"

He let go of his grip around my throat but pinned me closer to the corner. That's when the doors of the elevator opened. Still, he didn't move. Finally, after staring into each other's eyes, neither one showing signs of giving in, Leon picked me up and carried me inside his loft. He didn't stop long enough for me to get a good look at what his place looked like. I could tell that he liked it dark like himself. The walls were light grey, while the marble flooring was black throughout.

Leon's room didn't look much different, but I wasn't here to check out his living space. I wanted one thing, and after that, I would leave like we meant nothing to each other. I love s*x but am not into a relationship anytime soon. Something about Leon told me he wasn't looking for love either.

I peeled off my dress carefully, letting him watch me as he stood at the foot of his bed. I left my teal thong on just to add a little extra tease. He may know women well, but I knew men equally as well. Leaving on a thong was far sexier than peeling off every inch of clothing. I gave him something to rip off me by leaving my heels and thong on.

Leon stared at me as he began to undress. Unlike me, he completely stripped naked, showing that he wasn't here to play a game. He wanted what was between my legs as much as I wanted him to give it to me. He slowly trailed up the bed to the headboard where I was.

"I've been staring at you all night, unable to place why you look so familiar to me. You may be a regular to that bar but not every weekend. You are a woman who likes to take breaks between her pleasure and work. If you were at that bar as recent as you make it out to be, I would have seen you before. So, tell me, Constance, who the hell are you?"

Again, I rolled my eyes. There was always something wrong with every guy that I jumped into bed with. I placed my hand flat against his chiseled chest, getting turned on by the way his pecks felt underneath my skin. "Listen, I'm not into my life details with random hookups. f**k me, or I'll turn around and leave the same way I came in."

His eyes narrowed, and as if a lightbulb went off in his head, he jumped out of bed. "What the f**k is your last name?"

"Oh god. You know what? Just forget it, Leon. You're seriously hot, but I'm not here to make conversation. It was about getting good s*x, but you clearly are more interested in getting to know me. If I made you believe otherwise, I'm sorry."

I went to pick up my dress off the floor, and that's when I heard it. The sound of a gun c*****g. I would know that sound anywhere. My father taught me at a young age to defend myself, so I knew every gun there was that was ever made.

Leon scowled at me before pointing the gun right between my eyes. I didn't flinch or show that it bothered me because it didn't. If this guy wanted me to beg for my life, he was mistaken. I'd rather die honorably than cower.

"I'm not going to ask, but one more time. What is your last name?"

I didn't see it being a huge deal. So, I stared straight into his eyes and told him the truth. "Ricci. My name is Constance Ricci." I knew I had made a grave mistake by the look on his face after hearing my name. Whoever this guy was, he knew exactly who the hell I was, or at least my family name.