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Fantastic, incredible, nail-biting. A spirit of swashbuckling adventure.

V A L E R I U S ' S P O V

Coming out of the bathroom to be met with a still sleeping Shira, I spent my time taking in the beauty she has. She's magnificent. Graceful. Beautiful. Spectacular. Dio, I can go on and on but these words just don't do her justice. I have never met a woman like her in my entire twenty-four years of being on this Earth.

For one month of just her being here, she's just made my world spin again. She's unlike the other women that you see in the Mafia world. She's like me, playing my games and defeating me with her seductive ways that Chantelle never had. Comparing her to Chantelle is disgracing because she's not even a decimal of that bitch.

Her hair cascaded down her back whilst her little baby hairs tickled her eyes. The sun was beating down on her eyes as she stirred in her sleep. I twisted around and pressed a remote that closed the curtains, I couldn't allow the sun to disrupt the sleeping beauty beside me. I wanted the moment to last a bit more.

I twisted back around to look at the beauty next to me. Shira stirred a bit more as the cold morning air engulfed her upper body. Through the shirt that she was wearing, which was mine, the small pebbles of her nipples made it evident she was cold. I think I stared longer than I should have but instantly shook the sexual feeling away.

As I was about to cover her up, Shira snuggled into me, her nose buried in the crook of my neck whilst her arm wrapped around my abdomen and her legs intertwined with mine.

I stilled as I remembered that I haven't woken up to a woman in my bed in years. For those who I used to fuck, I would never make them stay in the morning and wow for a month I haven't had the urge to fuck anyone else but Shira.

Her scent of roses is so addictive that I want to wake up to the scent of her every morning, everything about her is addicting. I wrapped one arm around her whilst the other was acting like her personal pillow.

A small strand of hair began disrupting her, I lifted my hand off her waist and pulled the hair away from her face, eyeing each and every flawless features of her face.

Her beauty was so captivating yet so dangerous. Her beauty signalled innocence yet war. She looked like Aphrodite, goddess of love and Athena, goddess of war. Two paradoxes that I lo- liked about her.

I won't deny that I don't feel anything for Shira because I do. The way her eyes poured tears that held so much sorrow, pierced my heart. The way her tears flowed down her face made the human in me come out.

I did what I wanted to do, call it my softness but I couldn't stand a tear on her face. A woman like Shira, shouldn't feel sadness at all, because she doesn't deserve it.

My curiosity of why she cried still stands but Lorena told me it's her story to tell, which I agree to. Besides, why would she tell me, I'm no one to her but her father's best friend's son, who is known to have no feelings...but with her it's different.

I pulled Shira closer to me and kissed her forehead then her cheek. Lastly, I kissed the delicate lips of hers before I closed my eyes and sunk into a slumber of tranquillity.

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The sound of a shower running woke me up from the peaceful sleep I had. I looked at the empty space next to me, noticing a little something and I smirked. I got up and looked at the time on my phone.

It was noon, that's ok because I only have a meeting to attend to and a few documents to type up. The sound of the shower stopped; I got up and went inside the bathroom to see a startled Shira, who finished wrapping a towel around her body.

"If I came a second earlier, I would have had a great view to start my day." I said as I walked closer to a blushing Shira. She stood still as if her legs didn't want to move but her mind was forcing her to.

I smirked and traced her soft arm with my finger. Her body relaxed upon my touch and the hand that clutched both ends of the towel together at the front of her chest loosened.

I was testing her to see how much she can resist my touch. "I suppose you can still show me, mia tigre." I whispered in her ear, my eyes closed as I trailed my nose down her neck. I loved the smell of my body wash on her, but I would love it more if it was me on her as a permanent cologne.

"Valerius, I have to check up on the kids. I woke up late." She mumbled, I pulled her against my bare chest and groaned. The only thing that was separating us from having our way with each other was the white soft towel and my underwear.

"Lorena is here for that," I said, kissing her neck, the spot where I loved, I marked as mine. I smirked at the hickey I made from last night and placed a delicate kiss on it gently.

"Don't you have work to do?" She asked. Shira let out a gasp as my hand trailed up her thigh feeling the water droplets that gripped on to her skin like raindrops on a car window.

"Yes, but that's later. Now that I have answered your questions, can I ask you one?" I said, looking up from her neck to her doe eyes. Shira nodded, I travelled my hand slightly further up her thigh. I began kissing the other side of her neck, as my hand crawled further up. "I'm curious about the dream you had."

Shira's legs clenched together. I smirked against her neck. "Mm, because, mia tigre, you have left a wet stain on my bed." Groaning, I cupped her wet sex.

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