Forbidden Love

Ch.11

"Okay, boss," his hesitant response came through the phone speaker, and I could hear the trepidation in his voice.

After a few minutes, he finally informed me that the crowd had dispersed, and the club was now empty.

"Come, Petal, let's go. The club is all yours. You can dance the whole night," I told her and was pleased to see a warm smile spreading across her face.

I shook my head as my greedy heart rejoiced that she smiled for me. She was surely drunk; otherwise, she would never have appeared pleased to see me.

I took her hand, and together we descended the stairs. She moved with the exuberance of a happy child, spinning around in sheer delight. Making her way to the DJ, she whispered her favorite song to him. Then, she sauntered over to the bar to order some shots for herself.

I watched her every move, captivated and intrigued by her actions. There was something about her, something enchanting and free-spirited that I couldn't help but find utterly mesmerizing.

She danced carefreely, completely lost in the music and herself. Little did she know just how unbelievably sexy she looked when she moved like that. I couldn't tear my gaze away from her, standing in a shadowy corner. John approached me with a drink, but I declined it with a dismissive wave. I was already high, not from alcohol, but from the sheer intoxication of watching her.

This feeling was more potent than any drug in the world. I was content to watch her, to revel in the enchanting spectacle she created on the dance floor.

After some time, she made her way to me.

“Thank you, Vincenzo Leonardi, for making this night the best of my life,” she said as she looped her slender arms around my neck, leaning in and smiling at me.

“I can do anything for you, petal,” I vowed, but she giggled. Her sweet breath, mixed with vodka, rum, and more alcohol, brushed my face. She was utterly drunk.

Suddenly, she stood on her tiptoes and reached for my face. I was startled for a moment before I held her hips to stop her in place.

“What do you think you're doing, petal?” My voice turned breathless and throaty with desire, wanting to claim this gorgeous woman in my arms as mine in every way and mark her beautiful skin with my lips, if only she were not too drunk to realize what she was doing.

“I want to kiss you,” she whispered seductively, and I almost lost my steely self-control.

“You're drunk, petal,” I sighed, brushing her hair away from her beautiful face, my gaze fixed on her tempting lips, and I didn't know how long I could resist kissing her.

"No, I want to kiss you. Let me kiss you," she insisted desperately, pulling my face down to hers and eliciting a chuckle from me.

If she had demanded to kiss me like this while she was sober, I would have felt like the happiest man alive.

“Okay, baby, you can kiss me in the morning,” I proposed, trying to make peace.

“Why in the morning?” she pouted, causing me to brush my thumb over her plump lips.

She moaned, her breathing hitched. f**k, she was a sweet and dangerous temptation. I could have given my entire fortune, even my life, to kiss her right then and there, but I was afraid that if I kissed her, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from wanting more. And what if she woke up in the morning and regretted it?

“Petal, your favorite song is playing,” I reminded her, trying to distract her. Her eyes shifted to the DJ, and she took my hand, tugging me toward the pulsating dance floor.

I chuckled breathily as she insisted on me joining her. “Dance with me.”

But I shook my head, remaining rooted in place.

"Grumpy!" she muttered with annoyance before resuming dancing.

I sighed, my eyes never leaving her for a single moment. I could never get enough of the sight before me, my petal dancing for me.

After a while, her movements slowed down.

"Umm!" she moaned, her body slumping against my chest, her breath coming heavy and labored.

I wrapped my arms around her slim waist, preventing her from falling and securing her safely in my embrace.

"Are you tired, baby?" I whispered, my voice filled with tenderness, as I brushed some damp hair away from her cheeks, her face glistening with sweat.

"Hmmm!" she breathed out, leaning more into my arms.