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I couldn’t let myself be swayed by the allure of a fleeting connection. I had built a reputation as a ruthless and cunning man, and I knew any association with her would ultimately spell disaster for both of us, just like it had done several years ago.
I ordered breakfast to be sent to my room, a parting gift for the beautiful young woman I had spent a wonderful night with, and then made my way out of the building. The cool morning air brushed against my skin, calming my mind for a brief moment.
I focused my mind on the plan against the Bianchis, my long-time rivals in the shadows. The mission ahead required my utmost attention and precision, and I couldn’t afford any distractions. With a steely resolve, I set my sights on the task at hand.
The Bianchis had crossed a line, leaking information to the police about the location of one of our warehouses, and it was time for them to face the consequences. They were the only ones who could’ve done such a thing.
My thoughts were still in turmoil, torn between the allure of the mysterious girl and the path I had forged for myself in this dark world. I had to stay focused, be ruthless when necessary, and bury the enigma of that divine night deep within the recesses of my soul.
“Take me back home, Anton,” I ordered, and we sped back to my mansion, where I would devise every move to perfection.
Chapter 6 - Audrey
Ever since my unforgettable sex marathon with the stranger from the club, an inexplicable sense of relief and tranquility had washed over me. It was as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, and I owed it all to Charlotte’s insistence on taking me out that night. She was right; sometimes all one needed was a way to unwind and let go of their troubles.
I sipped on a warm cup of coffee, relishing the comforting aroma that filled my small, cozy kitchen. It was a new day, and I couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of hope and positivity.
As I scrolled through job listings online, my thoughts returned to the mysterious man once again. Regret gnawed at me for not getting his name or any way of contacting him. All I had were the vivid memories of his tattoos, like intricate stories etched onto his skin.
There was something intriguing about him, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Something quite dark and enticing all at once.
I remembered my call with Charlotte the morning after my night with him.
“Hey, Gold.” She had sounded like she’d just woken up. “How are you doing?”
“I’m great actually.”
“Really? That’s lovely to hear.” Her voice had become more animated.
“How did your time with that guy go?” I’d asked, my question referring to the guy whose arms she had been wrapped in during our time at the club.
“Oh, turned out he was an idiot.” Charlotte had sighed. “And you know I can’t stand idiots. He didn’t even know arithmetics.”
“But how was the sex though?” I’d softly inquired.
“Meh, comme ci comme ça. It was just there,” she’d replied before exclaiming, “Aww! Look at you, now talking about sex. Girl’s all grown up. I take it your night went well then?”
“It was magical,” I’d started, before holding myself from geeking out about the experience.
“I’m not surprised. When Akira heard about the guy you ended up with, he said you scored it big. Apparently, he’s a top public figure involved in philanthropy or something like that,” Charlotte had commented. “At least you got his name, right?”
“Yeah, I did,” I said triumphantly, “Ivan is his name.”
“He’s Russian? That explained his charm. I mean, I didn’t get a very clear look at him but from the little I—you know what, never mind. I’m just happy for you,” Charlotte laughed. “Sorry, Gold, but I have some work to do, okay? I’ll talk to you later.”
“Alright. Later, Char.”
With a sigh, I brought myself back to the present and reminded myself that I should focus on finding a job first. My encounter with him had been a beautiful and fleeting moment, but reality beckoned, and I needed to be practical.
I continued my morning routine, washing my dishes and tidying up the kitchen. The gentle hum of the coffee machine as I added extra coffee to my cup provided a soothing soundtrack as I moved about, lost in my thoughts.
As I sat down with my laptop again, I couldn’t help but wonder about the man from the club. What kind of life did he lead? What were the stories behind those tattoos? I wanted to know more, and it surprised me how much he had managed to linger in my thoughts.
Pushing aside my musings, I returned to my job search. I scanned through various listings, hoping to find something that would ignite my passion and provide a fresh start.
The morning passed by quickly, and I found myself engrossed in my quest for employment. Time seemed to blur, and before I knew it the clock struck noon. I stretched my arms, realizing that my coffee had grown cold, but the warmth within me persisted.
As I shut my laptop and cleared the kitchen, a sense of gratitude washed over me. The night with the mysterious man had taught me something invaluable. Life was unpredictable, and sometimes all I needed was to seize the moment and let go of my inhibitions.
