Lucas stepped forward, the light catching the edges of his sharp features, making him look almost ethereal; a walking piece of art. “May I have this dance?” he asked her, his voice dripping with charm.Claire nodded, unable to shift her gaze from him. He moved closer, taking her hand gently in his. Everyone else in the room watched with increasing excitement.As they walked to the center of the room, Claire holding her abaya up with one hand, the world around them seemed to melt away, leaving them in a bubble of soft music and chemistry.Lucas placed one hand on her waist, drawing her closer, and they began to sway to the rhythm. Claire’s heartbeat pulsed with electrifying speed, nerves and excitement coursing through her.Lucas guided her through the steps with ease, as he whispered softly to her, the importance of each one.Was she paying attention? Of course not. How could she? The closeness of their bodies completely derailed her chain of thought.“Why do you keep explaining the
The hall, a few blocks away from the Benetti mansion, was incredibly luxurious and impressive, just like it. Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, shining brightly over the many elegantly dressed guests.The room was filled with the quiet sounds of people talking and the occasional clink of fancy glasses.Claire stood at the top of the long, white staircase, her heart beating out of her chest at the sight of all those people.She was dressed in a breathtaking white Arabian princess gown, rich with golden embroidery down the middle and delicate beadwork.The fancy fabric flowed around her like a river, and her hair was styled in a neat bun, decorated with shiny gold accessories that sparkled when she moved.Her makeup, expertly applied by Zarah, highlighted with kohl and added a bit of glamour to her already beautiful face.As she took a deep breath, Lucas appeared at her side, his presence calming her nerves. He looked dashing in a tailored tuxedo, his eyes dark and intense.He o
Lucas strode back into the building with his armed men, unsure of what to expect. But he was certain he’d find the De Carlo family still there. His suspicion was confirmed. After searching the entire area, he found the De Carlo family in a secluded area. But they had someone else with them; Rami Al-Haziz.Lucas approached them, keeping his composure intact, even though his voice was laced with anger. “Explain this madness.”Luna smirked, but it was Sheikh Hassan who spoke first and Lucas could hear regret in his voice. "Mr. Benetti, I understand your frustration, but this was a necessary action.""Necessary?" Lucas repeated in disbelief. "Two people are dead. Surely there was some other way to have gone about this."Luna’s eyes gleamed, as though she was excited by it all. “Oh Luc, darling, those two men were traitors. Insiders feeding information to our competitors.”Lucas stared down at her, trying his hardest to hide his disgust. Luna continued, “You’re a businessman and you’re l
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he murmured, staring into her soul, his breath warm against her skin. “I do.” Lucas had heard enough. With his strong right hand still grabbing onto her neck, he pulled her in and they locked lips. With each hot breath, the kiss grew deeper, fiercer, hotter. Claire still had her hand on his dick, massaging it slowly as they sucked each other’s faces. Now holding her firmly by her already messy hair, Lucas broke the kiss. He yanked her hair backwards, causing her to look up at him. She stared up at his dark eyes, and all she saw in them were passion and aggressive dominance. It made Claire a bit scared, but just enough to get her all wet. Her clit throbbed in anticipation, as if it could see outside the juicy fountain her pussy had come to be. He spoke, and his voice, a low, rumbling sound of passion, made her even more aroused. “I will show you your place around here. Tonight, you will learn that you belong to me, and will on
“You can’t get very far Sara!” The man chasing her screamed. Sara just kept running without looking back, like her life depended on it. It did. “Don’t make me shoot at you!” Sara ignored once more and kept running as the rain came down in torrents. Soon, she approached a dark alleyway which she immediately ran into, hoping to hide away from the keen hitman, or - dare she hope - completely neutralize him. She quickly buried herself behind some garbage bags and ceased all movements and sounds of any kind; except her hands which quivered uncontrollably. She clutched tightly to the necklace around her neck and prayed to every god there was and had ever been. The necklace she wore was what the hitman was sent to retrieve; the Heart of The Ocean necklace, worth 20 million dollars. The very same necklace worn by Kate Winslet in the blockbuster movie ‘Titanic’. Sara’s husband had purchased it at an auction for her for their second wedding anniversary. Apparently, he had al
As she exited the set, the evening air of Los Angeles, USA, felt cooler, so she tightened her coat over herself. Claire was stunning, with long, glossy dark hair framing a face of sculpted beauty. Her deep green eyes were mesmerizing, her full lips expressive. Her flawless skin and elegantly curvy figure spelt confidence and grace. Every movement was fluid, every glance captivating. The streets were quieter than usual, with only a few people and the occasional car passing by. Claire's thoughts returned to the director's statements, trying to wrap her head around them. Just as she turned a corner, a sleek black Rolls Royce came up beside her, its shiny surface shining in the streetlights. Right on cue. The back window rolled down smoothly, revealing the same hefty man she had seen earlier on set. His shiny sunglasses reflected the light, hiding his eyes but not his intentions. "Miss Claire," he said in a deep, calm voice. "Would you mind getting in? We have something for yo
But her response was in contrast to her thoughts. “Not like I had much of a choice,” she said, trying her hardest to hide the noticeable rudeness in her voice. “I sincerely apologize for my unusual method of approach. It just had to be this way.” He spoke in a manner that hit Claire in all the right places, and in a moment, he was standing directly in front of her. Claire was drenched. “That’s… that’s okay,” she said, much softer than she wanted, but still managing to keep her composure. “I’m Lucas. Lucas Benetti,” he said stretching his hand to hold hers. “Nice to meet you Mr Benetti,” she responded, gulping inaudibly and returning the handshake. “Please, Lucas is fine,” he corrected, with a subtle smile, as he walked back to the other side of the table. “I just want to know what I’m doing here,” Claire said, still unsteady. “I’m sure you do, we’ll get to that right away. Please, have a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side. When they were s
“…You’re perfect. That’s why.” Claire blushed with unexpected warmth as her eyes widened in astonishment. Her heart was pounding, and she was having trouble speaking. Finally, she managed a small, shaky smile, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the edge of her seat. "I need some time to think about it," she said as he walked back to take his seat. “Take all the time you need, though it’s limited. The event is a month away, and I’ll need your response in a week or less, so we can either begin your training or I find an alternative. I genuinely thank you for your time, please accept this little token as a sign of appreciation.” As he said this, Big John came over to the table and handed the briefcase to Claire, who received it hesitantly, half expecting a bomb to go off. “You never know.” “How do I get to you when I’ve made my decision?” Claire asked as soon as the question came to her mind. “You don’t,” Lucas replied with a sinister smirk. “That’s all for now.” He ge