Fiore De Venezia

Alessandro

In all honesty, my attachment to Fiore De Venezia is strange. Of course, there are better places around, but for some reason, I visit this bar more than I visit home.

As I walked into my sanctuary, Mike dashed me a smirk from the stage. Not a lot of people live to see the next day if they do as much as breathe beside me. I guess Mike, the singer, has a soft spot in my bitter-sweet life.

The bar was full as usual, and couples were sharing drinks while laughing or whispering as though passing sacred words between each other.

But one thing was different. Unlike other days, there was one person seated at the bar without a partner.

Normally, that single person is me.

A little curious, I approached the bar. As I took a seat and turned in her direction, I frowned in amusement.

“Is there a reason you are staring at me?” She wished to sound harsh, but there was an implanted softness in her tone that made it seem like she was telling a joke.

“Using eyedrops in a setting like this is not a usual sight."

She closed her eyes to reveal her long lashes that rested well on her skin. “I certainly can’t risk getting drunk with bad eyesight, can I?”

“I suppose you can’t.”

Her eyes snapped open, and she faced me, giving me the chance to cease my breath because her eyes were easily the most alluring I've seen in my lifetime. While they were predominantly green, they had shades of blue and grey. All the colours made her presence surreal and... beautiful.

“Are you going to stare at me all night?”

My brows jerked, and I let go of my breath.

What the heck am I doing, acting as if I have never seen a beautiful woman before?

“Uh...”

An amused look triumphed on the woman’s face. Easily, she turned her entire body in my direction, and I didn't miss how her long, black hair bounced. The shiny mass instantly had me imagining pulling her hair in every sensual way possible.

Her smile grew wider as words continued to fail me. Her left arm then rested on the table, and she asked, “Do you want to sleep with me or something?”

“Why would you ask that?"

“Why? You don't find me attractive?”

I gulped, and my gaze dropped to her heart-shaped lips.

"Saying yes would be a lie," I replied, my brain taming my body.

“So, if you had the chance, you would have sex with me.”

I shrugged while wondering if she was being serious. “If I had the chance.”

She smiled. Before I knew it, she transported herself to the seat dividing us. “What if you had the chance at this very moment?” she asked, her dreamy eyes peering into mine.

After a thick breath escaped my lips, I asked, “What do you mean?”

She moved even closer, giving my nostrils something nice to feast on.

“I want you to kiss me.”

“Excuse me?” Her lips wore a smile, and my brain quickly captured the unique beauty of her face.

While I waited for her next words to unlock my inner desire that was clawing to be free, her eyes turned playful, and her lips inched closer. And like magic, her voice drowned the music as she repeated, "I want you to kiss me. I'm impatient." My breath raged, and my eyes faltered between her eyes and lips. "So... kiss me hard."

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Carrie

If this strange, good-looking man was taken aback, he didn’t show. His stormy eyes remained calm, and that reaction disappointed me. But I was feeling persuasive, so I refused to back down.

So, with a gentle wiggle of my exposed shoulders, I leaned just a little closer and made my breath graze his lips as I asked, “Well?”

His well-shaped, thick brows quirked in question. “Well?”

I moved even closer. His eyes shifted, probably wondering why I was doing this.

Funny shit... I don't know either.

“Are you going to kiss me or not?”

He said nothing still.

However, he held my gaze and allowed me to view every detail of his fineness. 

And while I studied them, I couldn't deny that this stranger was the very one mothers often warn their daughters about. You know, the men who shift your pants just by looking at you.

And, as though this man read my mind, his stare intensified and his sight slipped to my lips, then to the little swell on my chest.

Yes, I’m proudly a small-breasted woman.

After a little tug of his lip, he finally said, “You have the kind of eyes I want to drown in.” That captured my full attention; my entire body swooned. “And these lips... These darn… beautiful... labbra…" He stared at them like they were the source of eternal life. "They keep tempting me.”

His words shot tranquil feelings into my soul, nearly making me forget the damned fate of marriage I was bound to face in two days.

Fuck. If I'm not careful, I might do something crazy, like falling for this man.

“So, uh…” I cleared my throat and pushed the stool beneath me away so that I could stand closer to him. “You must use that line quite often. It sounded natural.”

“Signorina…” There was a gentle wink in his eyes whenever he talked. He did it again, and I felt a stir in my soul. “I find that insulting."

I could not reply because his hand found my waist. With that contact, he drew me closer to his chest, enclosing my body between the thickness of his thighs.

“Wh...what are you d-doing?” I stuttered. My cheeks were also burning hard, and my lower body was feeling similar heat.

“I am thinking of kissing you,” he replied, his voice huskier.

To worsen the situation, the live song playing switched to a very romantic tune-- the kind of melody that sets the tone before couples get down to bedroom business.

And truth be told, I was already imagining being naked in bed with this man.

But as much as I loved to entertain that thought, I recalled the promise I made to myself to do fewer one-night stands. So, I forced myself to put an end to the intensity of our unexplored intimacy.

With a gentle touch, I patted his shoulders and stepped back, saying, "I should err... return to my seat."

He released me without hassle. But he asked with a smirk, “Why? You don't find me attractive?”

I chuckled. “I do. You are very good-looking.”

“So, we are both attractive.”

“So?”

He laughed, and my ears had a little orgasm. That laughter was synonymous with the sound of a peaceful waterfall. And the way he slightly threw his head back as he laughed...

Oh Lord, have mercy.

“I see you are choosing to make this more interesting,” he commented.

Step after step, I walked back to my seat. When I sat down, I faced him. “Well?”

“Let me pour you another drink.”

He got up, walked past me, and soon was behind the bar.

“Should you be doing that?” I asked as he got rid of the mug in front of me.

“Don’t ask too many questions.”

“I asked just one.” He looked up at me, and I gave him a silly smile. But I had to wonder if he was a staff member here because nobody was batting an eye at him for playing bartender.

But then, this man was too well-dressed to be a bartender. His appearance makes me dare to say that he might be a stinkingly rich man because of his exquisite suit.

“Do I get to know your name?” His thick accent reached my ears again.

“No.” He directed a filled mug of beer to me. “I don’t think so.”

“That's probably for the best," he agreed.

“Yes.” I took a large gulp of my drink and seized that opportunity to stop staring at the man.

But when I set my mug down, I noticed that he was still watching me.

“So, signorina, do you think you and I would have sex tonight?”

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NOTE

There are some Italian phrases used in this story. To avoid confusion, I will include their translations at the end of the chapter. Please note that G****e Translate was used for this purpose

Once again, bear with me concerning editing.

Amico -Friend

Grazie- Thank you

Fiore de Venezia- Flower of Venice

Calcio della pistola- Butt of the gun