Still Alive

WHAT DID SHE JUST CALL ME?’ 

Rome froze while staring at the door. He wasn’t the type to be easily surprised by anything. But then, Margaux has been proving herself exceptional at it since last night.

Smirking, he shook his head bemusedly and laughed. ‘Crazy woman.’ 

He didn’t lie to her when he said that she was still a virgin. The truth is, she was still technically a virgin until now.

Thinking about what happened between them, he rested his back on the couch and closed his eyes. Then he cursed her name over and over inside his head after everything came rushing back to him like a tidal wave.

At thirty, Rome had already seen and bedded more than enough beautiful women. None of them ever made him as hungry for sex as Margaux did, though.

Women were nothing but cheap, disposable items to him. He used them once, and then he trashed them. But Margaux was like an expensive wine that not many people could afford. She was the perfect mix of innocence and wildness.

Her lips tasted divine. The memory of her body arching in delight under him had been torturing his mind. She might have been heavily drunk last night, but her soft body wasn’t. She responded to each of his touches excitedly and with equal hunger. She was even eager to learn new things when she unwittingly pushed her down between her thighs.

He could still remember every soft moan she made while he was kissing her against the wall. How she looked when he cupped her pussy and how she drunkenly smiled at him when he took one of her breasts inside his mouth.

"Shit!" Rome’s breath started getting heavier. He might not have had any sex lately, but he was never sex-starved either.

He was frowning when he stood and walked towards the bathroom. Although Margaux was a stunner, he should have remembered his mission and just left her in the corridor last night.

He regretted carrying her to his room. More so, cleaning her after she puked. That was when every restraint in his body broke loose. He wasn’t ready for how his body responded to her. He was overwhelmed.

Shaking his head, he stepped into the bathroom and quickly stripped off his clothes. He threw them carelessly on the tile floor and then reached for the shower switch.

He set the temperature to the lowest it could get and then turned the water to maximum pressure. The water was biting on his skin, but he couldn’t care less about it. He raised his face towards the showerhead and let the harsh water drench him.

‘Be advised that you have been thoroughly fucked inside my mind since last night and are still being roughly fucked until now, Margaux...’ he thought.

After half an hour of a freezing shower, he stepped out of the bathroom, wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist. The cold shower helped. His body felt a lot more comfortable, and his mind was clearer now.

He was casual when he walked to his closet and opened it. There were dozens and dozens of expensive clothes neatly folded there. They were all brand new, and some still had price tags on them.

From what he could remember, it was Alejandro who ordered Alberta to shop for his clothes. He must admit that the old woman had style and expensive taste. She completed his needs, from underwear to belts, shoes to watches, and everything else. She even bought him a couple of designer watches, including a Chopard.

It was funny and ironic at the same time. He hadn't expected such generosity from someone he was supposed to kill. Alejandro had been very hospitable so far— food, clothes, and a new doctor, whom he ended up shutting the door on after knocking.

How was he supposed to entertain the doctor in the first place if he was busy making out with Margaux back then?

Chuckling, Rome reached down to the lower part of his closet and blindly searched for something under the pile of clothes. He then pulled out a pink Hello Kitty printed mobile phone from it.

It was Margaux’s phone. He stole it from her last night while she was drunk and being stripped naked.

Rome pressed some buttons on the phone quickly. However, his actions were immediately halted as soon as the phone screen lit up and showed Margaux’s picture.

She was wearing a flowing white dress that ended just below her knees. Her thick, straight, jet-black hair was studded with tiny flowers and put into a bun. Her arms were arched gracefully, as if she had just finished making a turn. She was smiling.

Although the picture wasn’t sensual and was far from the Margaux, he remembered last night, its effect on him was just the same. ‘

Chill it. You can’t do what you’re thinking, and you’re supposed to remember that she is Alejandro’s daughter. Focus on finishing the mission. Kill Alejandro, get the Amati, and then go back home. You’ll get all the sex you need once you’re back at ‘The House.’

"Damn mission!" Rome felt a bit frustrated with his thoughts. His fingers were heavy when he started pressing number combinations on the phone to bypass the lock. He waited for the phone to reset and then scrolled straight to the messaging app.

Then he typed:

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From: 09---------

To: 09---------

Lucille, hack this phone at once. Find my coordinates and send my guns and tools to this location. Tell Father that I'll report to him as soon as I get any clues about the Amati. Don't party too much, thinking that I'm dead. I'm still alive. 

– R.M.S.

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He pressed the send button on her phone and then set the device into silent mode. Then he threw the gadget back into his closet carelessly and closed its door.

He coldly smirked. He could just imagine how Margaux would cry the whole day trying to find her mobile phone.