THIRTY EIGHT

As Marco pulled up in front of Mia’s modest yet charming apartment building, she turned to him, “Thanks for saving me Marco.”

Marco smiled, his mind racing with excitement, as Mia had finally acknowledged the care he shows towards her, “It's nothing, anything for you. I’m glad you’re safe.”

Mia hesitated for a moment before speaking, “Care to come in for a drink?, it's the least I can do , to say thank you, you know.”

Marco nodded, “sure, that sounds great.”

As they emerged from the car, Mia led Marco to the living room, the interior of Mia’s apartment welcomed them with warmth and simplicity . Soft, ambient lighting, highlighted, tasteful decor- a blend of vintage, and modern pieces they reflected Mia’s electic taste.

“Let me get us some wine,” she suggested disappearing into the kitchen.

Marco watched her go, as he settled on the sofa, his mind racing with excitement as Mia is now noting how he cared for her.

Mia returned with a bottle of red wine and two glasses, pouring them both a generous measure, the rich aroma of alcohol filled the air . They clinked glasses in a silent toast, as they gulped the wine. Marco cleared his throat, “ Mia,” he called, “You know, I have always had my eyes on you.”

Mia sipped from her glass, “Look Marco , I know, and appreciate that, but you have to understand that Lucas and I are engaged.”

Marco moved closer to her, “ Lucas , dosen't care about you, can't you see, your life was in danger all because of his selfish interest.”

Mia shifted slightly away, her head was spinning , she had lost count of the glass of wine she’d had. “I appreciate that you saved my life, Marco, but honestly it's not going to work between us.” Mia said , feeling tipsy.

Marco realizing Mia was tipsy, poured in some more drink into Mia's glass, Mia and Marco kept drinking .

Hours passed , the bottle was now empty, testament to their shared indulgence, they both talked, and conversed freely.

Finally Mia set her glass down, and turned to Marco, “You should leave,” Mia said, her cheeks red , and her eyes blurry. She tried to stand up but staggered, falling back on the sofa.

Marco held her, his hands around her waist, “Hold on, I will help you to your room.” He said, lifting her up, and guiding her to a room, he wasn't sure if it was her room or not, but he pushed the door open ,as he tried to settle her on the bed, they both collapsed on the bed.

Marco hand lingered all over Mia’s body, Mia looked at Marco, “Lucas,” She called, why didn't you come for me.”

The sound of the name hit Marco like a hammer on his chest, “ Give me a chance Mia, and forget about Lucas.”, Marco murmured.

Mia grabbed Marco close to her, Marco knew Mia was drunk, but this is the only opportunity he has now, to get close to her, he leaned in capturing her lips in a hungry kiss, her tongue dancing with his, as they explored each other's body.

Marco’s hand roamed over her body, She moaned softly, as he cupped her breasts, his thumb flicking at her nipples through the fabric of her shirt.

“Take it off, I miss your touch” Mia gasped, her eyes filled with desire.

Marco eargily pulled Mia’s shirt over her head, and exposing her lacy bra. He leaned closer, taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard. Mia arched her back, her fingers stunging in his hair as she moaned with pleasure.

As Marco continued to explore Mia’s breasts, her hands reached for his belt, and began to unlock it eagerly. She slipped her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his cock and stroking him firmly.

“Fuck, Mia,” Marco groaned, his hips bucking as she touched him.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered in his ears.

Marco didn't need any more encouragement, as he pulled down Mia’s pants , exposing her damp panties , he could see the outline of her pussy through the fabric.

He hooked his fingers, under the waist band of her panties, and pulled them down, revealing her bare pussy . He leaned in inhaling a musky scent, as he ran his tongue over her folds.

Mia moaned, her hips bucking as Marco licked and sucked her pussy. He slipped a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around him, as he stroke her.

“Yes,just like that,” Mia gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders.

Marco continued to pleasure Mia with his tongue and fingers, driving her close to her cum. Just as she was about to cum, he pulled away, a wicked grin on his face.

“Not yet,” he growled , his voice filled with desires.

He positioned himself between Mia’s legs , his cock throbbing with need. He rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy, coating it in her juices.

“Please, Lucas,” Mia begged, her voice husky and filled with desire.

Marco's heart clenched again, at the mention of Lucas' name, Mia would never get over Lucas, would she? He thought, but still continued exploring her.

He thrusted into her, burying himself to hilt in her pussy. Mia cried out her nails digging into his back as he began to fuck her.

Meanwhile in Lucas's mansion, at that time of the night, Lucas sat in his desk, his mind consumed by the events of the passed hours, papers and maps scattered before him. He had called Mia multiple times, but she wasn't answering her calls

Lucas knew Massimo too well , his unwavering vendetta he harbored against those he perceived as enemies.

The news of Massimo’s sudden release of Mia sent a chill down Lucas's spine, he pondered on how Massimo easily released Mia, without hurting her.

Pushing back from his desk with a resolute sigh, Lucas stood up, he needed answers, and needed to ensure Mia was really safe.

Lucas strode out of his study, his steps echoing through the quiet halls in his mansion.

Outside the night air was cool and crisp, the moon casting a silvery glow over the manicured grounds. Lucas's black SUV gleamed under the moonlight, as he climbed the wheel, the engine roaring to life with a purposeful fum.

To drive to Mia’s modest mini luxurious building, minutes stretched as Lucas drove, finally he arrived at Mia’s building Lucas parked his car, and hurried up his steps to her door, as he got to the door, he knocked firmly on the door but there was no answer.

He hesitated briefly before entering the code he knew so well on the lockpad, and the lock clicked open, allowing him access.

Inside the living room, Lucas noted a glass of empty wine bottle, and another bottle half filled with wine. The air was heavy with scent of alcohol and something more unsettling.

Lucas’s heart raced as he ascended the stairs, his footsteps echoing in silence.

At the top of the stairs, he noticed a door slightly ajar. With a sinking feeling in his guts, Lucas pushed the door open slowly. What he saw froze him in place.