Chapter Nine:Next Time, Sweetgirl.

The moment Marissa laid her eyes on  him, she couldn't hear the music anymore and she couldn't see anyone but him. Moreover, she didn't remember  what circumstances had chased her to run into his strong warm arms, to meet this beautiful creature…no, human.

He had a strong jaw with blue eyes that held no emotions, whatsoever but if you looked deep inside you will see some emotion that she was all too familiar with…Lonely and empty.

But even still in his arms, he looked intimating, with his jet black hair that her hand itched to run through, making her wonder how on earth he has such fine hair and also did it remind her that she hasn't washed her hair today, blame it on poverty. She is saving water, but him…he has fine hair that she's jealous of.

Who is this man?

It was clear God took his time creating this man because damn! She couldn't keep her eyes off him and something was just drawing her towards him, a feeling which she was not familiar with.

"Are you okay?"

When he opened his lips to talk, Marissa was reminded of Lucifer, the angel that was thrown out of heaven. But why she thought of him was because of his lovely voice, which this young man carried. Even his voice sounds magical and endearing.

Until her eyes meet his annoyed blues ones, did she recover from her day dreaming to a firm stand that separated her from his warm body.

"I..I..am sorry…" Marissa stuttered, she wasn't in her best mind to understand what she was even saying because she felt intimidated, the way he looked down at her as if he loathed that they had mistakenly had skin contact with each other.

She didn't know what his problem was, but she didn't actually fall into his arms knowingly, and that's what she tried to explain, until another pair of hands interrupted their moment, reminding her of what or who was chasing her before she met him.

"There you are, I believe we still have unfinished business to attend to." The angry looking eyes of Mr.pot belly raked through her, as she gasped and tried to yank her hand away from him, but he had a strong hold on her."The girl is mine." He added, making Marissa realize that the handsome stranger was still here, looking between her and the man.

Marissa did the needful, by taking her teary scared eyes up to meet the searching eyes of Giovanni, who didn't need anyone to tell him that there was something wrong here.

If he could remember, he didn't actually think that this girl knowingly ran into his arms because she knew him. But then, there could be a possibility that she's just trying to buy his attention, so when he wanted to leave the whore and her customer, her eyes stopped him.

Her eyes…

He didn't want to admit that hearing this old man call this girl 'his' made his stomach curl, and for unknown reasons he was taking her side before he could understand what was happening to him.

"I believe the lady had a say in this, Mister. You can't just claim any lady you see, that's inappropriate." Goivanni said, taking his hands that were in Marissa's arms, and squeezed the life out of it.

He might be a playboy, but he's not a rapist. He didn't understand how some men  could have a boner taking an unwilling woman, when he strived and lived off the want his bedmates are giving to enjoy a great sex from them.

"Fuck! Arrh!" A painful groan left the man's lips, before Giovanni kicked him at his feet, sending him to the floor, while Marissa couldn't help but gasp at the stranger helping her.

No one has stood up for her like this, no one, talk more of a stranger who knew nothing of her and before she knew it, a smile graced her face watching him punish the rapists by involving the security men that came over to take the man away.

The  manager had to convince her not to file any charges at him since no real damage had been done, doing that would only attract the attention of the cops and it won't be good for their business.

While she was talking with the manager, She saw the stranger leaving to which she had to excuse herself and went after him. She never really thanked him for what he did for her, and if she didn't do that, she would feel indebted to him and then she wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

It was really hard to keep up with him, and the bodies that blocked her path when she tried to reach to him. Until they were out, and he was almost getting into his car, then she shouted.

"Hey!" 

Goivanni stopped hearing her voice, he didn't need anyone to tell him who it belonged to. Infact, he noticed her running after him but he was not in the mood to sleep with anyone, especially not after what happened tonight.

But when she called, he stilled and he had to question what exactly was wrong with him, because right back there he had done nothing since he stepped into that club but watch her from the vvip booth he was in, it's not luck that she ran into him. No…he was looking for her and somehow the heaven is playing a dangerous game between the both of them to make her ran into his arms for protection.

He stood still, but didn't turn around yet. He didn't want her to see that he was getting a boner just at the thought of having her in his bed, no matter how much he tried to convince himself that he wasn't bedding anyone tonight.

But it seemed the young woman didn't know how  arousing, and a  big temptation she is although she was underdressed to be in there in the club, but damn! She sure has a banging body, so he's not surprised why everyone in there wanted to have a piece of her fine ass.

"I'm sorry for stopping you, I…uh..I just wanted to thank you for what you did there. If you are chanced, I would like to buy you a drink as a gesture?" Marissa asked, laughing nervously.

God, why does it feel so weird?

She can't believe this, she was asking to buy a stranger..not just any stranger, a man a drink. Right there, Marissa confirmed that she was truly under the influence of the drink she has, because there's no way she would be able to do that if she didn't have any drink tonight.

"I'm sorry, if i came too formal. I just didn't know how else to pay your back…" Marissa blabbered, and he smirked at realizing that he had a way of how she could pay him back.

If only she knew what was running through his mind, and how exactly he would like for her to pay him back. But then just like he said. He's not sleeping with anyone tonight, she is nothing but a sweet temptation he's giving up tonight just so he could think about his future, and what next step to follow as being the black sheep of the Russo family.

"Don't worry about paying back, I never did that with the intention of expecting anything from you, sweetgirl." Goivanni said lastly, he's sure he heard her gasp at hearing him call her 'sweetgirl'.

But then he wasted no more time and entered his car, with one last look at the fazed woman who seemed like she's going to cry at him leaving. He left and imagined  all of this to be nothing but his mere imagination, but then did her voice leave rent free in his head?

That's a big fucking yes!

"Next time, sweetgirl."