Chapter 2
Rebecca sat on the floor between her bed and the TV in her room. The television was turned on, but she didn't watch it. The laptop on her lap engaged her attention.
She wrote then waited for the answer. She wrote again ... She wrote about the party and about how she had wormed her way into DiAngelo's confidence and she wrote that Mark asked her to dinner. She didn’t write about what effect Mark had on her. This game was dangerous and Rebecca knew well she must not give herself away, either to DiAngelo or for this other man.
She waited for Mark's call, and picked up her phone lots of times to call him. She did not, but thought about him constantly. Naturally she didn't tell of her feelings in this conversation, she just played her role, the role of the cold professional, without a heart. Who she used to be before.
Somewhere, far, far away from her an older, stout man was sitting before his computer and was glad to know that his plot against DiAngelo was under way. He expected it of course; he was paying lots of money after all.
Joe leaned back against the wall and just stood there hearing the Italian abuse flow. He didn't speak Italian, so he only understood a few words. Mark rarely got really angry. Now he raged, his deep, sonorous voice echoing in the room like a whiplash. The young woman in front of him was also furious. She answered him in loud Italian, gesticulating widely and with flashing eyes. Joe knew what he thought would be the end of this quarrel and after a few minutes it happened. The woman said something that provoked Mark beyond endurance, because the bald man's strongly muscled arm began to swing and he slapped her face with horrible strength. The woman fell down immediately. Mark looked down at her with flashing eyes for a little while as she lay on the floor holding her face. Then he offered his hand and helped her up. Mark hissed a few more Italian words at her then turned around and headed out of the room. Joe followed him.
The robust gorilla didn't say anything; he just waited for Mark to calm down. He saw it was not the ideal time for a conversation and for his coarse humor. He didn't make a comment about the slap either, assuming DiAngelo did it for a reason.
Mark regained his composure after an hour when they headed back to
"Yes?" Rebecca said trying to hide her excitement.
"Hello, it’s Mark." DiAngelo began to smile and his voice was much softer than earlier in the course of the quarrel.
"No, I'm on the way home. About one more hour till we’ll arrive. I think... we could meet tomorrow... if it's okay for you, too..."
Rebecca at the other end of line turned to her laptop, said goodbye to the faceless man and quitted from the chat. Then she concentrated to the call again.
"I'm here" she said smiling. "So... tomorrow..."
"Where do you want to go?" Mark asked.
Hearing Rebecca’s laugh at the other end made him smile. He imagined her beautiful face, her black eyes, felt the taste of her kiss as her tongue played with his and recalled her scent. He saw as Rebecca sipped from the cocktail at the party, as the glass touched her full lips. She wasn't there but he desired her.
"It doesn't matter. I only asked it 'cause I wanna know what I should wear." Rebecca said.
"What you want." Mark shrugged smiling broadly and Joe looked back at him grinning.
"What do you think about a dinner... in my house? Well, you know, if we go out, my beefy, ill-mannered bodyguard will go with us. To tell the truth, I see his ugly face enough, so I would prefer to be with you in private." Mark finished the justification, giggling and Joe flipped his middle finger before turning around.
"Umm..." The idea took her by surprise but it came in very handy.
"I promise I won't take an unfair advantage of this situation." DiAngelo smiled and Joe laughed loudly in front.
"Is that your ill-mannered bodyguard's voice?" Rebecca asked chuckling.
"Yeah. I guess you understand why I wanna be with you in private."
"I do. Well then... tomorrow, with you."
"I'll send my driver for you."
"It's not necessary. Just tell me your address."
"Mark, please!" Rebecca said in a tone that made DiAngelo smile again.
Mark gave his address, they fixed a time and when DiAngelo finished the call Joe was just telling his own version about why Mark wanted to have dinner in his house. Stefano knocked him on the head playfully.
"Prego" the driver nodded looking into the rearview mirror.
"Dago assholes." Joe grumbled.
On the next evening Rebecca got ready for the dinner excitedly. Wearing fashionable jeans, a white, sleeveless blouse with low neckline, pencil-heeled black shoes and a black coat she stepped out of the house, hailed a cab and when it stopped she got in. Along the way she tried not to smile broadly but without success. Her every molecule desired DiAngelo's closeness. She desired his kisses, his touches, she wanted to smell his masculine scent and feel his strong arms around her body.
After a half hour the yellow cab came to a stop before Mark's white, elegant residence. Rebecca paid, got out, went to the gateway and pressed the button of the intercom.
"Who's that?" asked a voice crackling.
She heard a buzzing sound then the gate opened and she walked in, through the well-kept garden. As she headed towards the house she noticed easily the cameras that followed her motion. There were six cameras in the garden, two by the two sides of the house and one more above the door. On the right a small blockhouse stood beside the fence. Three armed men smoked in front of that with five Rottweilers. The security guards gazed at her and the dogs became to growl and bark. She didn't care for them and went quickly to the house where she knocked on the door. Before long it opened and Stefano stood on the inside smiling kindly. He welcomed the guest then accompanied her into the living room.
"Mark's coming in a minute" he said and left her alone.
Rebecca looked around while she waited. Plain forms, pastel colors, elegant furniture. Style, calmness and elegance everywhere around her. She liked what she saw. Wearing a black suit again, DiAngelo stepped into the living room and stopped behind her as she stood in middle of the place.
"Hope you like Italian cuisine" he said in a deep voice and embraced Rebecca's waist gently.
"Yeah" she whispered leaning her head against his shoulder. She could smell his cologne in the air and closed her eyes for a while as her back touched his muscular chest. DiAngelo made an impression on her by an almost elemental power.
Seeing her long hair let down, her body shape, her every little unconscious movement made DiAngelo's head fill with lascivious thoughts, but he tried to be a gentleman during the dinner. Later, they sat on the couch in the living room, talked, listened to classical music, drank Italian wine and before Rebecca left, they fixed a time for their next date.
For the following two weeks they met every second day. They went to restaurants and had lunch while the ill-mannered bodyguard kept watch over beside them. They went to museums or just took walks, while Joe protected them, of course.
The bodyguard and Stefano teased Mark often because of Rebecca. "A weak woman swept ‘the great DiAngelo’ off his feet" they said. This was really unlike him. Women didn't hold his attention for more than a few days. Again, Rebecca was different, as Mark had said the first time. He always looked for a special woman, someone who could put a spell on him. Now he felt he'd found that one finally.
That evening, they went to the theatre. Wearing an evening dress with a silvery sheen, Rebecca sat in the box beside Mark. She looked down at the stage with shining eyes and a slight smile on her face and Mark couldn't take his eyes off her. He discreetly waved to Joe, hinting that he would like to be alone with Rebecca. The bodyguard left the box, feeling uncomfortable in the suit he had to wear again. DiAngelo watched Rebecca for a while as she was enjoying the performance. Her beauty was magical. Mark felt his blood burning in his veins, his breath sped up and his entire body desired her more and more. He leaned closer to her, gently seized her chin and turned her face toward him. Rebecca began to smile and touched his stubbly face before she kissed him. His hand slid down onto her thigh, Rebecca trembled with his touch and his passionate kiss.
"Let's get away from here." Mark whispered hoarsely into her mouth and Rebecca nodded smiling.
After a few minutes they were on the way home and exchanged playful looks on the back seat of the Lexus, but they didn’t say anything. Stefano and Joe sat, also silent, in front. As soon as they arrived at DiAngelo’s residence, Mark and Rebecca hastened up to his bedroom without a word. That was the point that Rebecca should not step over, but she couldn’t resist his attractive force.
As soon as the door closed behind them, they kissed each other again. Rebecca’s body was aching for DiAngelo. She hastily took off Mark’s coat and began to unbutton his shirt while Mark started to undo the zipper of her dress. The Italian’s tongue passionately sought hers and, feeling Rebecca demand him so wildly and eagerly impassioned him even more. He took the barrette out of her hair, then, still kissing each other, they lay on his bed. Mark’s dominance was so obvious and exciting. Rebecca took off his shirt, taking pleasure in the sight of the play of his muscles and her hands slid down to his belt. After Rebecca’s dress had gone too, DiAngelo got lost in another wild kiss so much that he didn’t really know how his trousers had been taken down. What he knew for sure was that he was on his bed leaning above this beautiful woman, voraciously tasting her lips, and greedily caressing her skin all over, and that he was so close to the wonder he had been dreaming about since he set his eyes on her. And he already knew for sure that this woman was the perfect one, the sexiest, wildest, and finest one he had ever met. A special mixture of angelic charm and fascinating erotic attraction. Rebecca’s body demanded him to be inside her, she felt as if she was burning and Mark didn’t let her wait longer. He closed his eyes and his muscles tautened as he penetrated deep into her perfect body. They made love passionately, wildly, letting their desires free. Mark grasped her long, raven hair, kissing and biting those sweet lips, their voices filled up the room. The sighs grew into lustful moans, their skins pressed close and the two perfect bodies became one, moving in the same rhythm.
Their ferocious first love-making was short but memorable. Then they just lay side by side, their naked bodies pressed close. Her head was on Mark's chest, she heard his heart beating calmly and Mark drew circles on her skin with his fingers.
"Sorry if I was rough." Mark said in a low voice.
"You were." Rebecca chuckled. "But I like it in this way."
"Really?" he grinned. "In that case I gotta say you're the perfect woman."
Rebecca burst out laughing, looked up at Mark then became gloomy in a moment.
"I'm not as perfect as you think" she sighed.
"I not only think it, bellissima." Mark winked. "After sex like this... I know for sure."
Rebecca didn't reply, just sighed again and Mark hated to see her sad.
"Amo i tuoi occhi" he said unexpectedly looking deep into her eyes.
"What does it mean?" she asked and began to smile again.
"Don't you speak Italian at all?"
Rebecca shook her head and Mark ran his fingers through her hair before answering her question.
She leaned closer and kissed him, her hand sliding lower down on his muscular body.
"Mark..." she whispered into his mouth but didn't finish and her hand stopped, too.
"Umm... it's not important." Rebecca blushed. "I don't wanna say something stupid."
"Tell me." Mark asked her smiling broadly.
"We met only two weeks ago but I..."
"I love you" she said and quickly looked away. She became embarrassed.
"I love you, too" he whispered in her ear with a satisfied smile on his face.
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