Page 11 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

He was just a man in a bar, and we were just casually conversing over a shared drink.

He inched even closer, and I could feel the magnetic pull between us growing. Deep down, I knew something was going to happen between us. All I wanted was something uncomplicated, without any emotional baggage or strings attached.

I wanted something easy because nothing else in my life was easy right now.

There was no need for him to know much real about me because all I wanted was to keep this encounter light.

I wanted it to be a simple scene in the story of my life.

A fleeting moment of simple connection and pleasure.

I didn’t want him to delve into my struggles, and I didn’t want to delve into his.

I didn’t need the drama.

He didn’t look like he did, either.

So, as we moved closer, and the tension between us tightened, I let go.

I lunged forward with more tenacity than I’d ever had before in my life and lingered so close to his lips that I could feel his breath dance across my own.

I gave in to the moment.

We weren’t going to have deep conversations.

We weren’t going to reveal any of our deepest, darkest secrets.

We were just going to be two souls seeking a brief escape from reality.

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LUCA

Man,this woman was something else. She knew her whiskey, she even seemed into the hockey game on TV, and damn, she was gorgeous. Most beautiful women I had come across were nothing like this.

The bar started to get a bit hazy, a sign that I had had a few too many drinks. But hey, she had to be in the same boat. She’d matched me drink for drink. And then, it happened. She leaned in close, her hand on my thigh.

A jolt cascaded through my body.

It was a surge of energy I had never felt.

And I knew it was an invitation I wouldn’t be able to resist.

Without a second thought, I dove in, pulling her closer so that she lifted from her barstool and sat in my lap.

Our lips met with more passion than I could dream.

They intertwined with fervor as our tongues danced in sync.

And at that moment, it was like Tony and The Flask didn’t exist.

We were lost in the heat of the moment, consumed by nothing but desire. When we pulled apart, we were breathless, and I could see that same hunger in her eyes that stirred within me. Her face was flushed, and I was sure mine was, too. "Your place?" she gasped in a whisper that sent a shiver down my spine. Her voice was filled with impatient anticipation.

I couldn't help but smirk, feeling the heat rise within me.

"I have something even better," I said, a mischievous smile spreading across my face. I turned to Tony, the bartender, and pulled out a wad of cash. “For all the trouble,” I said, slamming down the bills.

He smiled. “Pleasure is mine, sir.”

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