Capítulo 15: Chapter Fifteen:A Spy Sent By His Family.

Just like a sheep caught in a wolf's den, Marissa sat down opposite of where Giovanni was having the best time of his life. For a second, she had to ask herself what her aim been here was, and she couldn't get any reasonable answer, because the man who was the reason why she wanted to be here in the club was having a good time with the two strippers besides him, while she sat like a total klutz not knowing what to do.

Maybe it was right that she leaves, but that was like embarrassing herself. She wanted to be here in the first place, but right now maybe being down there, drinking and chatting with Joel might have been much better than being ignored, and treated like he didn't come through for her moments ago, when he allowed the security to let her in.

This section of the club was filled with different calibers of rich, influential men, who exclusively have a room of their own to do their business. Just like she sat, watching Giovanni, get a lap dance from one of the strippers, yet his eyes were fixed strictly on her.

Marissa didn't know if that was a good thing, apparently the stripper dancing on him has a bigger ass, one that had her a little insecure about her own, well to cut the story short. The stripper had a whole lot of confidence about her body, and knew how to get what she wanted using it.

But she didn't know how exactly, she was going to convince this total stranger to have sex with her, looking from the women he was with, she already concluded that she wasn't his type.

Marissa felt so hot and bothered, and tried not to act so affected that the way the stranger was looking at her, made her think that he wanted her to be the one dancing on him. Maybe, she was overthinking things, but yet why can't he keep his eyes away from her?

When she managed to break the intimidating stare of the young man, she gulped down a drink she saw infront of her. As the liquid burned down her throat, she couldn't bear it and had to look for water, she searched through the drinks on the table, until a can of water was stretched to her view by a pair of hands.

She looked up to meet Giovanni's cold stare, she couldn't read any emotions coming from him, everything about him was blank but then she took the water from him, while muttering a quick thanks and helped her burning throat.

"You don't drink, you don't smoke nor do you dance, now tell me what the likes of you are doing around here, especially craving for my attention, Bambina(babygirl)?"

Giovanni asked, using a little bit of Italian to coat his words, so she doesn't know what he called her. He has been watching her from where he sat, and all he could come with was in one single word.

Innocence.

She was clearly not from this world, where girls throw the body at just any man to survive. She's different, exceptionally beautiful despite the fact that she was dressed like she was coming to church rather than a club.

So, he didn't know why exactly the likes of her would still call for his attention, since after that night. She was too innocent for his world. She looked like more of a kind who wanted a man, who would give her time, love and attention, something he couldn't give his very own mother, so why does she still come for him?

"I…I..ju.." Marissa wasn't able to speak, how could she? When his face was inches away from her, and she could see every lining starting from the perfect fit of his jaw, down to everything that made her compliment how lucky he was to be specially crafted by God.

"Breathe." Giovanni whispered, his hands moving up to pat her cheeks, keeping her innocent brown eyes on his rather blue soulless ones.

She saw the way his eyes looked at her, like he could stare deep into her soul. It made her wonder why he's anything, but a blank space. She couldn't read anything about him, not even had she seen a smile on his beautiful face and the thought of seeing him smile sent butterflies running through her stomach.

But when she was back from her subspace, and met his rather annoyed face that seemed to have low tolerance for her keeping quiet on him. She nearly whimpered, when she felt his hand that was on her cheeks depart from her face.

She could swear, she saw a glint in his eyes at seeing how frustrated she was, at losing contact with him. But when he dragged his hand into her right ones, and helped her up before dragging her along to leave the room.

She followed quietly without asking where they were going, even when they passed Joel. She gave him a clueless look when his eyes searched her's for questions. She had grown closer to Joel in these past few days, and maybe Sasha would learn to like his company too if they meet up sometime.

When they stopped in front of his expensive looking car, to which he held the car door open for her, she hesitated a bit because she didn't want to stain his expensive car seat with her cheap clothes.

If anything, she's scared of scratching his seat mistakenly, because she had no money to pay for any damages if the need arises. Heck! She hasn't even been able to pay for his kind gesture he offered her in the club the last time.

What if he doesn't wasn't to sleep with me?

Would he laugh at my suggestion?

She asked herself immediately, and was already having a change of mind, but then his deep, husky voice made her oblige immediately.

"Get in." Giovanni told her, and once she was in he wasted no time to take her to his villa, he had no idea what he was doing. It's pretty clear that he doesn't do her type.

Her type waa the kind that gets clingy, and tries to make the sex they have mean something more, when it's obvious that she's clearly on a mission.

It's unbelievable to think that she doesn't know who he is, everyone in New York knows him. So, it's either she was sent by his uncle or Diego to spy on him, or maybe his dad. The most important thing is that he's going to get his answer from her before tomorrow morning when she leaves.

When he parked his car in his villa, and stretched his hands out to her to come, she hesitated, again.

"Don't tell me you are already having a change of mind?"

"I know, but.." Marissa didn't know what to say, she's clearly out of her mind. She followed him home, without even knowing his name.

What if he's a rapist?

Maybe a serial killer?!

"But what, love?"Giovanni's amused voice asked, as he closed the space between them by circling his hands around her waist, pulling her close to her as her breath hitched up at his sudden affectionate side.

"I.. maybe this is wrong, I don't even know your name." She complained, and he had to remind himself that she's just pretending. Every lady out there is a gold digger, just like Angela, regardless of her innocent look, what sort of woman follows a stranger home without knowing what that instigate?

"It's nothing of importance to you, this is a one night stand, I bet your chances that we wouldn't be seeing each other after tonight." He said, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"But.." she tried to be adamant, she wanted to know his name, but then just like he said, this is a one night thing. They wouldn't be seeing each other after this.

"Shh, speak no more, beautiful." Giovanni said, his finger rubbed on her lips, and he couldn't help but imagine the pleasure her mouth could bring him, while wrapped around his dick.

He moved away from her, before dragging her along with him into his house, while Marissa clumsily looked around, her mind wondering who he was, and how exactly he owes this place and that car.

Who is this man?