𝐌𝐫. 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲| 彡

-18-

"What would you like, goddess?" She tilted her head as a deep tint of rouge spread across my cheeks. They were all referring to me with that title.

"A Strawberry Mojito Drink, on the rocks." I winked and she didn't waste time in preparing the beverage, the dexterity of her hands fascinating me the entire time.

In no time at all, she placed the highball glass before me, the condensation trickling down the exterior. Taking the straw between my fingers, I sipped on the cool beverage, the vanilla-infused rum complimenting the refreshing mint and saccharine strawberry and I easily hummed at the flavour.

I took another small sip then looked up at the men around me, who were patiently waiting and watching me enjoy my drink.

"Want some?"

"No thank you, goddess. Please, take your time. Whenever you're ready," the main guy said to me and I smiled, my glossy lips enclosing on my straw and I noticed his jaw clench.

Too bad I belonged to the boss.

I finished my drink in no time at all then we were on our way. We walked through a dark, gold-illuminated corridor and just as I was about to climb the stairs, the main bodyguard scooped me in one swift motion. I gasped in surprise but nevertheless wrapped my arms around his powerful shoulders.

He swiftly climbed a lot of stairs and I finally understood why he was carrying me. I wouldn't make it in my heels.

We finally got to the top and after placing me down, we moved towards a matte grey door with the usual S initial entwined in gold over the smooth exterior. They all stopped and an infrared cruised down my body, beeping twice and automatically unlocking the door.

"Thank you so much…"

"I'm Matteo, this is Daniel and Julian." The main guy introduced and I smiled.

"Well, it's nice to meet you. Until next time," I winked before entering the door, and it automatically closed behind me.

I inspected the opulent room, the gold and black theme sending a shiver up my spine. Through the vitreous floor-to-ceiling window, I could see the entire city glimmering in the distance, a view to die for.

Not to mention how the territory was punctuated by a powerful, masculine musk which was a phenomenal combination of icy and mellow, the dispersion of cathartic chypre reminding me of all the times I'd spent with Scar.

I settled on the bed, the soft linen effortlessly creasing upon my weight. There were some equipment I didn't know of around, dim lamps illuminating the room and I clasped my hands tightly as I looked around.

A sparkling glass of red wine caught my eye and I got up, strutting over to it and taking note of the little paper underneath.

𝓢 —Make sure you're undressed
in the next five minutes.
Here's something to
ease your nerves ♡

I smiled to myself, lifting the glass and sliding the smooth, rich liquid down, the mild effervescence heightening my excitement for this moment.

Unzipping the dress, it pooled on the floor and I decided against removing my heels. If I was high enough, I'd try and get a closer look at Scar and attempt to recognise him.

On cue, the atmosphere shifted as usual, another presence intriguing my senses as I turned to face Scar, who had just walked in. My heart leapt when I noticed another equally sexy man behind him, and just then, my thighs began to clench.

I breathed shakily when he came closer, and I gasped softly when he easily towered high above me despite the heels. Shit, this man was so intelligent it fascinated me.