Three
1200 Words
LEONARDO'S POV
"Are you going to have your debtors visit you?" Cam asked him.
They were inside his private jet on their way to Italy.
"Maybe, maybe not." He said. "I'll have to see with the men here to know what's happening."
When he meant he, he meant her. He had met Cam in the US. She was a Havard Law graduate working at a fashion school. He had seen her potential and quickly known that there was no one he would find like her. And ever since she had not disappointed him. She was both his lawyer and his assistant.
Their relationship was strictly professional.
She went back down to her Ipad to write it down in her schedule.
They touched down at Syracuse and there were five black jeeps already waiting for them. His security as usual led them.
They drove down and were on their way to his home when he saw a restaurant and decided to stop.
"Stop." He said and the car stopped.
The driver nodded and followed Leonardo's orders.
Leonardo looked at it. It looked like a traditional sicilian restaurant and for some odd reason or the other it was bringing him a wave of Nostalgia.
"I'm going to stop by there." He said.
"Oh alright then." Cam said. "We would all wait for you here and then we woul-
"No." He stated bluntly, his saphhire blue eyes shining. "You, the driver and Steven are going to leave this car for me."
Cam looked at him like he was crazy.
"Sir we can't leave you here." Steven turned to them from the front seat. Steven was his head of security. "We have enemies and-
"Get out of my car. I'll meet you at home." Leonardo said dangerously.
They all were quiet. And each of them dropped out of the car. Leonardo took the front seat and drove away.
Then he parked out in front of the Restaurant. He reached out for his gun and put it under his suit jacket. It was loaded and he knew how to fight. If anyone tried to attack him, he was going to be ready for them.
He got out of the car and a red headed girl just walked out of the restaurant.
He walked in and the feeling of nostalgia waved over him. Gave him memories of the times he had spent with his mother.
He took his time to walk to a seat and sat down. It felt so good to not have everyone hoverred around. It felt different for a chnage.
"Excuse me sir." An angelic voice said in perfect Italian interrupting his thoughts.
He looked up and saw the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
He had seen dozens and dozens of beautiful women before. Exotic women from different countries.
But he had never seen a beauty like this.
She had beautiful full and long jet black hair that stopped at her waistline. Her eyes were brown and her lashes were long and naturally full. Her lips were small, but yet full.
Her nose was firmly placed to complement her whole face. Then her body was outstanding. She had full breasts and a very tiny waist. He could not see the curve of her hips and he didn’t even need to look behind before finding out that she had a perfect shape.
Realising how beautiful and innocent she was, he wondered if all the other men saw it and he felt a sudden urge to protect her.
He kept his calm. He always maintained his composure.
“I am sorry.” She apologised in English.
“For?” He asked with a deep masculine voice.
“I spoke in Italian.” She said. “You must be a foreigner, you only understand English.”
“Why would you think I don’t understand Italian?” He asked her in Italian and she blushed. Her beautiful milk brown skin became red.
“Oh. I am very sorry.” She apologised. Then she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I must have misjudged you. Most of the people who come here are foreigners you see. Tourists.”
He watched her body as he said. “So I do not look Italian to you.”
She shook her head and nodded and then she laughed.
He grinned and gave her his best smile. The one that made women lose their minds.
One thing he could do was seduce a woman and make her feel like he wanted her and soon she came begging to him.
“My name is Leonardo.” He introduced himself. “I’m actually from here. But my work always keeps me up and about. I come down here to visit on business.”
She nodded.
“So you can speak very good English I see." He said.
She blushed again. “Yes sir. I went to a really good school here in our village.”
“And you plan on furthering right?” He asked her.
She smiled lightly. “I used to. But that’s a distant dream. I have to help my papa in the restaurant.”
“Uhmmm sir what can I get you?” She asked him, quickly changing the topic.
He turned to look at his menu. He didn’t want to push her, so he said nothing.
He couldn’t make up his mind. “I don’t know what to have.”
“Can you make the Choice for me?” He asked her.
It was a light charm he used on women. Make them feel appreciated like they had a say in matters and see how they relaxed more to him.
“Are you sure?” She asked him.
He nodded. “Of course, surprise me.”
She looked at him for a few seconds and then nodded.
He could already tell his charm was working on her.
Then she turned and left.
Leonardo watched her as she left. He was right about her ass.
SELENA’S POV
When Selena got to the back of the counter, she was breathless.
She could not understand why she was feeling this way. Why she was feeling so anxious and her plam were being so sweaty.
He was so handsome she was sure she had gawked like a fool at him.
His jet black hair was styled the way she only saw in magazines of celebrities and movie stars. His eyes were bright blue and his skin was flawless, and from his expensive suit she knew he was well built
He was perfect!
He was a big shot obviously and he would never want anything to do with someone like her.
What was more, she had her life here in the restaurant.
Why was she even thinking this far?
She could not think of ever leaving her father. Ever.
She sighed to herself.
"Selena are you Okay?" Marco asked her.
She woke back to reality and jumped from her thoughts. She tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
"Yes, of course." She said. "I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"
Then she tried to figure out what she should have made for him on the menu.
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