4. REMINISCING THE DARK-HAIRED

STEFANO

 

   My feet seemed to have a mind of their own as they eagerly hastened me to my hotel room.

Finally, I'll go meet my red-haired beauty. I fervently prayed deep down to see her. That woman had infiltrated my thoughts and disarmed any other thinking that wasn't related to her.

She had such a strong influence on my mind and my body and I barely even knew her.

Fuck. What happened last night wouldn't leave my head.

Even in my meeting, I couldn't stop fantasizing about her. Was it her warm and plump sensual lips or could it be her luscious body figure or perhaps it was the way she laughed and smiled back at the beach that got me so inflamed with passion for this mysterious lady?

I couldn't hide my anticipation to meet her. I pushed open the doors to my room only to meet with an empty abode.

My worst fears had come to play.

My heart sank a million miles and I almost felt like screaming. Why didn't she just stay and wait for her? What was the rush to go?

Still wallowing in my disheartening thoughts, a soft voice got me spurning around in hopes of meeting the red-haired but my eyes caught the orbs of Shera.

She looked stunned as well as surprised to see me.

Her brows deeply knitted and she hiked a brow up at me, "What are you doing here?"

I ignored her question and walked further into the room. She was following me.

"I thought you would have gone back home yesterday?" Shera prod into my thoughts.

Running my hands through my hair, I let out a heavy sigh and shook my head at her.

I wasn't in my right mind yesterday that was for sure because what the hell just happened to me? First I called the brunette and the red haired showed up fr nowhere. I pounded her till my heart's content and she disappeared like she was never here.

Was this a plan? set-up? But by who? It can't be shera who did all these. Probably from one of our rivals.

"I am sorry for walking out on our little date. I wasn't feeling animated" I truthfully told her. Shera laughed and waved it aside as she tried helping me pack.

I'll meet my red haired once again and I won't let her leave this time.

* * * * *

I sat anxiously on the coffee brown chair in my room. I was back in New York but it seemed the red-haired still won't leave my thoughts.

It's been a week but it seems like two years.

I needed to get that red-haired again.

My phone suddenly rang and I picked it up immediately

"We've found the location of the woman" The voice responded.

I was as happy as a lark right now. Finally. I'll get to see my goddess.

"Send all her details to me" I commanded the man.

My obsession to have her again was leading to a new level. Anxious and eager to see her, I sent my men and private investigators to fish out her location.

I was so eager to have her in my arms and now I just got information that she had been located.

Oh fuck! I was ecstatic as hell.

Beaming smiles spread across my face. I will make sure I go see her wherever she is.

A phone call came buzzing through again cutting into my reverie.

Strange. It was an unknown number. I picked it up and a distressed voice came in.

"Stefano come to Saint Peter's medical hospital. Your father had a heart attack on our way coming home!" My mum's sorrowful voice wailed over the phone.

The smile that had once been on my face was wiped off and replaced by a mortified glare.

My heartbeat raced to its summit and my knees almost buckled to the ground.

My father!

I quickly swiped my jacket from the table it was laid on and dashed outside in a flash.

Oh fuck no!

Why now?

"Open the fucking gates!" I yelled my orders to the security personnel that guarded the entrance to the mansion.

I quickly ignited the engine of my car, roaring it to life and speeding out of the mansion leaving a foggy trail of dust behind me.

On getting to the hospital, I spotted my mother crying so bitterly at the entrance with an entourage of guards around her and also the media.

They were so fucking nosy. I pushed my figure through the media personnel that surrounded her.

Ignoring their questions, I face my mother and stare into her heavy swollen brown eyes.

"Talk to me" my voice was calm and low amidst the chaos happening around us.

"We lost h-him" her lips quivered, tears almost drowning her voice.

Right there at that moment, it felt like my world had crumbled and I couldn't help but pull my mum into my embrace.

She cried like a baby on my chest. I had to be strong. Strong for all of us.

Five years later

I stared into the open land space through the wide apart windows of my room.

It's been five fucking years since we lost my dad.

And hell it wasn't easy. I had to stay back and cancel my trip to go see my fair red-haired.

It was my full duty to look after my mother and make some important changes in the mafia. My father's demise made our rivals feel like they had an easy chance on us which was why I had to stay back and made sure to keep my family as secure as possible.

But I never forgot my red-haired over these years. I always dreamt of meeting her and our sex stayed fresh in my memory though her face was now blurry.

I treated that memory like a precious egg.

I could still hear her soft moans feeling the entire room in my head whenever I was alone.

Now that things at home had stabilised, I resumed my search for her once again.

I had full control over the family, the business and I'll soon have full rights over my red-haired.

A knock on the door jolted me out of my reverie and about four men of equal muscularity stepped inside.

"Talk" I commanded.

"We've got every detail about her. Where she stays, work, about her mother, her background, all of it boss" one announced coming over to hand me a large envelope.

A wry smile formed on the corners of my lips the moment I began perusing through the contents of the envelope. It seems my red-haired beauty is struggling with a gambling mother and now she is in debt because of her mother.

I turned my attention to my men and instructed them, "keep an eye on her and her financial debts"

They nodded at me.

"Leave" I ordered and they scampered out.

I slowly brought out her picture the moment my men left, admiring her.

Fuck this woman was beautiful.

From her red silky hair to her plump lips to those long lashes and enchanted orbs which held a lot of dreams and desires down to her perfect body shape; she was truly an epitome of beauty.

"I'll get you, my fair lady. And I'll make you mine forever"