Love Like Chess

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The sun cast a gentle orange glow upon the sprawling Italian Villa, it's lush greenery and grandiose decorations and space. The air felt alive with the chirping of birds in a beautiful melody that complimented the soft, sweet strains of string quartet as the bride made her way down the aisle. Jasmine and roses filled the air, calming the audibly awed guests as they stared at the most resplendent bride of the season. Inside the grand ballroom was transformed to splendid wedding venue. The beautiful chandeliers refracted light, creating a kaleidoscope of inviting colours across the opulent decorations and settings. Every seat, every table, every part of the ball room was adorned with flowers and ribbons of white and gold and red.

Bianca Bianchi, soon to be Bianca Xavier was a sight in gold. Her lace, custom-made, designer's dress shimmered with delicate beading. Body fitting and alluring; it revealed her beautiful figure a slender waist that flared out to hips like a violin. Her veil framed her beautiful face as she began to descend down the stairs, towards the altar, with poise and elegance.

Everything was good; almost perfect, but then something was wrong. There was no groom.

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Cameron slipped his classic Rolex onto his wrist before dropping the empty glass of Brandy on to the dressing table with a thud. Everything was going according to plan, better than he had planned even but then last night clung to his memory like glue on a sticky note.

'You flatter me' she had said in her sweet, sexy voice, 'I want to do way more than flattery Amore Mio, I want to pleasure you' he had told her.

Brandy couldn't help him forget, it was futile and he was almost tipsy, something he couldn't afford to be on a day like this. But he just couldn't forget.

Her smooth, tanned skin. Her bold, feminine, sensual voice that mad him go mad. Her touch, he almost trembled under it. And her composure, familiar yet different, she was different, perfect.

"Take it away" he ordered, with a wave of his hand and the tray of alcohol was taken away.

He watched as his tall figure stared back at him in the mirror. He stood in his dashing tailored tuxedo, his Raven black hair greased to a tousled slick hairdo.

'Choose...my mask or me?'

He sighed. She was the most ravishing woman he had ever met, witty, elusive and tempting. Billionaire CEO, Cameron Xavier could have anything but he had found something he could taste but couldn't possess. She left nothing behind, no clue, no accessories, no means of reaching out to her. All he had were memories of his most erotic night and her spellbinding eyes, registered in his captivated mind.