broken heart (engl version)

a new life

When she got on Carlo's motorbike, she felt like she had gone back in time, when she used to skip school with her classmates to go out of town on her scooter.

But that wasn't a rickety Ciao, but a super cool motorbike that suited its owner very well, who climbed on it and handed her a black helmet.

"Are you ready?" he asked, raising his eyebrow.

Chiara had the feeling that he was referring to something else. Everything about that boy made her think of something else. Something else related to s*x. "Don't run," she shouted back.

She felt as if she had pressed the power button with that ride. The carousel of life was finally starting up again and she couldn't wait to get on it.

Carlo, wore a black linen shirt that fluttered in the wind. She tried to hold on to the back braces, only to find herself glued to him as he accelerated across the ocean.

"Sorry," she blurted out, a little uncomfortable at having just squashed her breasts against his back.

He turned slightly and replied with an amused smile:

"Sorry about what?"

"You better hold on to me," he ordered, returning his attention to the road.

Chiara obeyed very willingly and wrapped her arms around Carlo's warm, muscular body. When she got off the bike, she was high on testosterone and adrenaline. She almost couldn't even walk.

There were no adjectives to describe Carlo; but if he had really looked for them, they could all be summed up in one: wildly sexy.

Messy hair with a little gel, a well-groomed beard, what an oasis in the desert! It was like taking a drug addict to Amsterdam, a fat person to a pastry shop, a child to an amusement park. He was all this and more, only she couldn't let that thought slip.

-damn, it feels like Christmas to me!!

-Why???

-Chiara, you are a wonderful gift, your arrival was just what we needed.

His gaze and voice were so deep that she stepped back.

Luckily, when she chose Los Angeles, she thought she was safe from temptation because it was her friend, but instead she had ended up right in the wolf's den. And she was wallowing in it without restraint!

When they arrived at Elisir, the lights were dim and the exclusive environment made her nervous for a second, but when she felt Carlo's hand supporting her at the base of her back, she felt at ease again, at his side. She imagined that hand going down to her naked thigh to the center of her legs, to then enter decisively into her intimacy.

"What are you thinking about?" he asked with a face that did not bode well.

"It's better if I don't tell you," was her unequivocal response and the boy cleared his throat, undressing her with his eyes. They went to meet Felix who was coordinating the security guys at the entrance.

Chiara greeted him even though he kept the right distance. Carlo and Felix looked at each other trying to understand what the other was thinking, then Carlo decided to trust him, also because he didn't have many alternatives. "I'm entrusting her to you, I recommend", he said, giving him a warning look that the girl didn't miss.

"Carlo, relax. I can take care of myself. I think I'll survive, in fact I hope to have fun," she gave him a knowing wink.

Carlo, calm down, my ass!

God, how he wanted to grab her by the hair and kiss her until she was breathless.

A very bad feeling that he hadn't felt since he broke up with his ex made him shiver.

He had always felt unassailable in that city, but since Chiara had arrived, in addition to losing control of himself, he had realized he was vulnerable.

She was his and he wanted to protect her, but unfortunately she wanted to do her own thing. Maybe ending up in the arms of the first bastard she came across. He clenched his fists. He needed an immediate shot of iced tequila to digest that nefarious thought.

While the rhythm of BurakYeter & Cecilia Krull - My Life Is Going On (BurakYeter Remix)

it entered his veins, he pushed his way through the first patrons of the club and took a seat behind the bar.

Two colleagues were already serving various cocktails, but he, as an acrobatic bartender and attraction of the evening, could afford to arrive later, also because then he would be the one to do the accounts and close the register as usual. The owner trusted only him. An electric shock hit him, shaking him from head to toe. To try to get rid of the exciting sensation of Chiara's skin stuck to his, he began to rotate the first bottles. He had to concentrate, he had to look at any other woman, except her.

Brunette, blonde, red, white, it wouldn't have made any difference. The important thing was to distract himself from that annoying fixed thought that tormented him since a few hours before he had welcomed his friend into his new life.

The hours passed, and the place was full of people, in front of him there were people getting drunk, and asking for drinks, people dancing, people snorting in the best possible way.

At one point he turned to one of the tables and saw Chiara dancing with a boy and that's when their eyes met and it was a challenge at first sight!!!! Damn Felix! How could he have left her at the table with that playboy. At the end of the evening he would have given her more than four. In the meantime he vented his frustration at work to the rhythm of Imagine Dragons - Believer.

A girl, dead drunk, climbed up on the bar and started touching his muscles under his shirt. He played along, but was immediately stopped by another arm. It was Chiara's arm.

"Beauty, get down and go, it's my turn now."

After those words, he climbed up on the counter and whispered a sentence in Carlo's ear.

"Let's do it like in the old days, let's show them who Chiara and Carlo are"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Trust and you will see."

Damn she was drunk, but she was still the sexiest woman he had ever seen. She lay down on the counter, opening her mouth provocatively.

In the meantime the clientele in front of the bar had become mostly male and when they saw the bartender throw two bottles in the air and then pour the liquid from both directly into the mouth of the babe on the bar, they burst into a roar of excitement making double the orders. Carlo's eyes began to shine like never before at the sight of his friend shaking her butt to the rhythm of the music right above him. They were a very dangerous pairing that caused havoc and collected hundreds of dollars in tips. She provoked him with her body and with her gaze. He indulged her unable to take his eyes off her. He needed another shot of tequila and ice in his underwear.

Enough. I have to stop drinking or I'm going to end up f*****g her up here on the bar.

He ordered himself, completely bewitched by the sensual beauty of that woman, who bad luck had wanted to be his friend's sister and therefore untouchable.

But the more he forced himself not to touch her, the more he wanted to grab her by those sinuous hips and make her his in one urgent gesture. Her confession came back to him like a flash. That asshole of a boyfriend hadn't f****d her in ages. Damn, he would have f****d a woman like that at least three times a day, if not more.

A serious problem had arisen in his jeans as soon as he saw her come out of the guest room. She was of a total and paralyzing beauty. He hoped with all his strength that it would pass, instead his excitement did not stop growing and he could barely work without running to the bathroom to get a service from the first available girl.

The customers applauded excitedly like him at the umpteenth feat of Chiara who moved expertly, as if she had danced on a bar who knows how many times. The evening was coming to an end and the customers were impatient to have their last drinks, so Carlo took control of the situation at the bar, while Felix accompanied Chiara to the changing room.

He could no longer stand on his heels and staggered. That evening was a nightmare that he only hoped would end as soon as possible, even if he was sure that the worst was yet to come.

The place was emptying and before starting to do the math he looked up to check where Chiara was.

-He's waiting for you outside, Felix tried to reassure him, but it had the opposite effect.

-Is she out there alone and drunk? Dude, I swear I'm going to kill you tonight, she threatened him, jumping out of the bar with a bottle still in her hands to go look for her. He found her leaning against the wall next to her motorcycle with three guys even drunker than her trying to get her into their car. She gave him a helpful look and he saw red.

In a nanosecond he broke the bottle against the wall and grabbed one of the three from behind, holding it to his throat.

Luckily Felix also caught up with them, forcing them to leave with harsh methods.

Chiara looked scared to death.

-Is everything okay? he asked protectively.

-Yes but now take me home, please.

Carlo would have liked to please her immediately, but it was a shame he still had to close the register and, what's more, he wasn't sure she would make it on the motorbike.

-Maybe you better go back with Felix in the car. I'll finish up here and join you, okay?

She was disappointed but agreed.

"Hurry up."

Carlo hadn't liked Felix's behavior that evening at all, he just didn't have any better options.

-Don't leave her for a second, he commanded his friend and disappeared inside to finish his job. He quickly counted the tips. Christ, he had made double the usual thanks to Chiara's crazy idea.

He climbed into the Monster, eager to get home, and sped down the road, praying he wouldn't encounter any police patrols. With all the alcohol in his system and at that insane speed, they would throw him in jail and throw away the key.

When he got home he found Chiara lying on the sofa.

She sleeps soundly while outside there is the third world war, Carlo thought as he took her to the room within the room, where she was staying. He had dreamed all night of throwing her on the bed, but certainly not in that state. He took off her shoes and jacket, hoping that she would wake up in the meantime, but nothing.

He could have let her sleep like that, except that maybe he would never have the chance to see her naked again, and you know, opportunity makes a thief. He slowly took off her tank top and bra. He held his breath and began to take off her shorts, under which was a delicious blue thong that he wanted so much to tear off to make her feel how much he wanted her. Underneath he could see a thin strip of short pubic hair.

"Carlo," she called to him in her sleep.

"Chiara," he answered immediately, getting up and covering her with the sheet.

For a moment their eyes locked, then she closed them again and reached for the tugged buttons of his jeans.

"I want you," he mumbled as he reluctantly stopped her.

He had never said no to a woman, but he absolutely did not like doing it with a drunk. He wanted her so badly, he just wanted her to be lucid while he f****d her. Was that too much to ask?

Holy s**t, she had only been here in Los Angeles for twenty-four hours and already she had turned his life, his plans, and everything else upside down. It was almost a third world war. It was an ever-evolving hurricane. It was the ultimate apocalypse.