Perceptions

Chapter 13 {Fate Plays Dangerous Games}

Rome, Italy

Layla let herself fall onto the bed of the hotel she was currently staying in, freedom hugging her as she breathed in the new scent of her home- her freedom- Rome. Which is Luciano's hometown, apparently, Layla was not aware of that yet.

She reached for the napkin where Luciano had left a note in, she kept looking at it, debating on whether she should call him or not, but why was she even thinking about calling him? It didn't even make sense to her, but it felt right to call him.

She probably should get some sleep, she thought, so she buried herself into the bed and as soon as her head hit the pillow, she fell asleep.

•••••••

The night wasn't still over for Luciano, it had just begun for him, because his business was only doable at night. Nevertheless, the night was always young until the sun decides to replace the darkness with light.

Which was never the case in his life, there has never been any light to light up his never-ending darkness.

He was sitting at the VIP-Lounge of the strip club, his naturally dangerous aura seeming to be a magnet for women in here, which annoyed him. He only had eyes for one woman right now, who was seeming to be impossible to get, not that he compared to her to an object, he was only trying to get her attention—or at least praying to get it.

He took a good look around, watching the female dancers do their jobs as men threw money at their revealed bodies, their nipples covered with tape and only wearing a thong, which was already revealing their bottoms. It was a good sight when he first started to do this business, but soon he became tired of seeing such loose women, he wanted a real woman—someone he would want to be around every second.

He couldn't help but think about how Layla slept next to him, she looked so cute and beautiful—like a goddess. There was just something about her that he couldn't figure out like he mostly did with other women, she was so different, so mysterious about her that he couldn't put his finger on it, but yet it drew him even closer to her.

She seemed to be an independent young woman, too wise for her age because of her life experiences, she was inside a darkness, waiting for someone to save her even though she did not want to.

He had noticed her beautiful body as well, her curves, her brown glowing skin, her braids—she had let the half of them down and the other half was in a bun—making her look more beautiful than she already was. He couldn't help but notice her big bottom and breasts, he was a man after all, and she was the only woman who made him horny at the sight of her.

He felt like he was going crazy, he didn't even know this woman yet she was getting his full attention. It made him mad that he was so crazy about a woman who wasn't even his, it made him crazy that he wanted something so bad, which was something he never did, he had gotten everything he wanted in the end. However, he wasn't sure if he was going to succeed this time, but it was worth a try.

Is it just lust? He asked himself. It could be, but it isn't, he couldn't figure it out.

He pulled himself out of his thoughts as a woman made her way up to him, who was clearly working here as she carried a tray with drinks and almost dressed like a stripper—except the tight black skirt she was wearing and a bralette, which left nothing to the imagination either.