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Chapter Two.

                                                                              AZAEL BLACKWELL. 

The redhead with the big blue eyes was moving her hips in circles above me, I could feel my manhood coming in and out of her over and over again, I was focusing, imagining her to be that sweet redhead I've been studying for months, one that, has become the main protagonist of every one of my fantasies, I can't get her out of my head, not until I have her in my hands and make her mine, just mine. 

-Do you like it?

The girl's voice brought me out of my thoughts, I nodded, I didn't want to hear her speak, I didn't want her to interrupt that beautiful and exquisite fantasy I put together in my mind. 

After half an hour, of moaning her name and imagining her face, I let myself go, ecstasy embraced every part of my being, and try as I might, I could not be satisfied. 

Under the artificial rain of the shower, the water falling on my body, the emerald-eyed girl left before I asked her to, after a few drinks and a quick fuck, she left, and it's because, she knows very well how I function.

Amanda, Amanda, Amanda... Why is it so hard to get you out of my head? 

Months ago I went to that coffee shop where she works, and when her light blue eyes met mine, I knew immediately that she would be for me, I moved my contacts to get her complete information, to know where she lived and what she did, she became a stranger who knew very well how to move the armor of my being, and I will claim her as mine, that's more than decided. 

In my thirty years of life, surrounded by so much money and knowing countless women who meet the standards of perfection, I never took myself with a face full of innocence, a voice so subtle and a huge long hair like hers, the beautiful Amanda, my Amanda.

Pouring myself a glass of brandy and sitting on the divan that was located in the corner of my room, I remembered every part of her, and is that, how a simple girl I saw months ago produces me all this? Why my heart beats so fast when I see her through the tinted windows? Why knowing and having everything I want I have noticed a girl who does not seem to care a damn?

Tomorrow I'll go to see her, and tomorrow will be the last day where a huge inn does not separate, my days in Seattle are over, I have to go back to Russia, to catch up on a million things. Being the successor of the red mafia is not easy, not a bit easy. 

A year ago I came to the United States, to sign treaties with them, create export routes and solidify my companies, ones that, I elaborated very well, to make sure they are the perfect disguise for each of the detours, beyond a disguise, I turned them into little money machines that make me richer and richer. 

But, already my mission is accomplished, I must return to my country, I must catch up with the bratva and a myriad of things, but, I am not willing to return without that girl, not when she occupies my thoughts most of the time. 

I could have taken her before, I could have done things from my impulsiveness and I would have made her mine for a long time, but, life has taught me to be logical, and I came to this land for the growth of my business, I can't make a citizen disappear and hold her hostage, in fact, I have better plans for her. 

Tomorrow my flight will leave at three o'clock in the afternoon, her workday on Thursdays ends at noon, she always works a half shift that specific day, and on the way from the cafeteria to her university, it will be enough for me to take her and bring her with me, and bingo! My greatest wish would be fulfilled.

Maybe it is an obsession, I have never experienced it, always, since I took on the role of boss when I was so young, barely twenty years old, I saw women as something fleeting, occasional lovers who satisfied my thirst for pleasure in moments, and then, like shooting stars, they disappeared, because I told them to. 

My heart has never been hypnotized by any other woman, not until now, and that is something completely new to me.

Every morning I go to see her, order a strong coffee, look at her through my dark glasses, and she sometimes looks at me out of the corner of her eye. For me, her uniform, her eyes, her long hair are a visual delight. All of her is, she is a muse, one who, has been able to create great scenarios in my head. 

I smiled, tomorrow I would have her, and she would be mine, totally mine.