I can still feel Domenico's kisses on my neck, the way my skin feels every time he puts his lips on, I wanted his kisses, I can't believe I actually wanted his presence around me and I am afraid I won't be able to avoid him when I see him.

I go to the house garden where everybody was coming to have breakfast. Domenico was coming from the other side. Dio what am I going to do? I just need to calm down and forget about what happened, maybe he already did.

"Signor Del Vecchio I was thinking about going to my company today. Is a good thing you are now okay so how about you come with me today?"-says Don Piemonte.

"Thank you for the invitation Don Piemonte, but today won't be possible. Me and Dianora are going out together."

Wait,.. What? What did he just say? Going out? Why?

"Well maybe a next time, it would be good for both of you to go out together. Right Dianora?"

"Excuse me, what?"-I say clearly not paying attention to the conversation.

"You seem a little bit lost today cara."-Don Piemonte says to me.

"No I was thinking where should we go."-I say referring to Domenico.

"Amore mio don't worry, I have an idea."-Domenico says looking at me.

I hate him! His stares, his voice, his ability to control himself, his calmness, his calculating self... Everything.

"You are right, I will go to my room to get ready."-I say and go inside.

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After 35 minutes I was ready. I wore some gray top and pants and my Gucci shoes and go outside where a Mercedes Benz was waiting for us.

"Let's go."-Domenico says and leads me to the car putting his hand on my waist.

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We drive for a while than Domenico tells the driver to stop.

"What are you doing?"-I ask him.

"We are going to walk. I'll call the driver to come back later. Come on."-he opens the door for me.

We get out of the car and start walking.

"Everyone needs to know you are mine. That you belong with me."-Domenico says.

"So this is an appearance for us, another false relationship goals kind of thing?"-I say.

"Not really, I want to know you. How about knowing each other better."-he says.

"What if I don't want to know you?"

"Well you will be living with me so you might as well get used to it."-he says sarcastically.

"There is no use we are just a fake couple, nothing real."

"Well it didn't sound like it last night."-he says and I freeze. Why did he bring this up?

"Last night was nothing, it was just a weak moment."-I say trying to convince him and maybe myself.

"I don't like to think so. And I am convinced last night was much more than that. Now you can try to tell that to yourself, but we both know that's not true. Your skin, your lips, your trembling voice, the reaction you made every time your skin made contact with mine...."

"Stop, enough!"- I say.-"what happened last night is never going to happen again."

"We will see.."-he says his eyes challenging mine-"well we said we would get to know each other. How about I ask you a question and than you ask me?"

"Okay than. I'll start. Which is the perfect place for you?"-I say looking at him.

"A place where I rule."-he quickly says. (Of course how could I not think of that.)

"My turn now. What are your dreams?.-he asks me.

I look at him and laugh: "Do you really think that I would tell you my dreams? Do you care? Don't worry you destroyed them anyway."

"Okay than what are your favorite flowers?"

"You would make an odd interviewer signor Del Vecchio, anyway my favorite flowers are peonies and red roses."-I say-"How many people have you killed?"-I suddenly ask.

"Too much to count cara. That's why nobody comes in my way. They fear me, they fear what I'm capable of, they fear my power."-he says and I could feel the power in his voice, his desire to reach more and more, the pleasure he had in ruling, in leadership. But I wasn't afraid of him. Maybe at first, but not anymore.. surprisingly.

"What do you look for in a man?"-he asks.

"I don't really look for a man as a matter of fact, but if I would I would go for someone who understands me, who would sacrifice for me, stand by me and things like that. Do you believe in love at first sight?"-I ask him.

He stands for one minute thinking than he answers:"Of course I have been loving my mother ever since I opened my eyes."

Well that was unexpected. I don't understand this man. He can go from a cold, manipulative person to someone that says and does caring things. To someone... Special? Ha-ha earth to Dianora there is nothing special about this man, he is just like any other person addicted to power, that likes people to worship him, to fear him. That is not special is evil.

"How many times have you ever been in danger for your life?"-he asks me and I could see that he was curious.

"Exept the times when I have been with you? Only once. I was six years old and I was driving my bike, when I came to a bridge the bicycle slipped and fell down in the river. Fortunately I managed to hang onto a rope, but it was old and wet and it couldn't keep me for much longer. I started screaming for help, but nobody was listening. When the rope wasn't able to hold me anymore someone grabbed my hand. It was a little boy in my age probably two years older. He helped me get up and accompanied me to the center of the city, than he left. He didn't even tell me his name. I would like to have the chance to thank him one day..."-I say and Domenico keeps looking at me. His expression changes.

"I see... Well that's it with the questions let's go and eat somewhere."-he says, his tone now cold.

"But.."-I try to speak, but I am interrupted by him.

"I said that's enough."-he says and takes his phone.-"I am going to call the driver to come pick us up and take us to a restaurant for lunch. Come."

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The whole ride was silent; he was occasionally in his phone or looking at his side of the window while I was still thinking about what happened. How dare he interrupt me?? After all it was his idea to do this thing. I am getting tired of this, of his mood swings. But is there anything I could possibly do?

The car stops in front of the Marea restaurant. We get out of the car and go inside.

I sit down in the chair and look at the wonderful view of the city. I've missed this, I miss the past. Being all by myself in the city that never sleeps. But than I see my present, I see this man in front of me. The main reason I'm like this today and you know what the question is? Why is this man such a mystery to me and most important why do I want to solve it?

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