24

                                    

                                          
Giovanni Haynes 
                          
                       I watch as Ciara sleeps next to me on the pillow. Her arm wrap around my torso with one of her legs thrown over mine. She look so beautiful and peaceful just laying there. Sighing I look at the ceiling, the only other two women that could fall asleep next to me after I had sex—f!!k them was Jasmine and Mandy. I can't say that I felt for them what I'm feeling now towards Ciara as she sleeps in my bed. 
                          
I can't understand what I am feeling. I've know her for such a short period of time and I don't even know much about her, yet she have a hold on me which she is unaware of. Gently removing her limbs I place a kiss on her forehead before standing from the bed and adjusting the strings in my sweat pants. 
                          
I enter the bathroom and memories of last night in the shower with her back press against the cold tiles resurface. Turning on the faucet I look at my reflection in the mirror. My eyes widen at the teeth marks in my shoulder. 
                          
"Shit." I curse feeling both satisfied and horrified at the same time. 
                          
"Good morning." Ciara says sweetly. I watch her adorable reflection in the mirror. She was wearing my plaid button front shirt that reaches a little below her ass. 
                          
"Indeed it is." I say turning around and pecking her lips. 
                          
Before I had the chance to pull away she grasp my cheeks and press her lips to mine, I held her around the waist pulling her flush against my body. 
                          
Pulling away I slap her butt and grin at her, "Aren't you the needy one."
                          
Her smile vanishes and her eyes widen in shock, "Damn it, Giovanni I am so sorry."
                          
I frown at her confuse in where this conversation was going. "For what love?"
                          
She look at me as if I had two heads before saying, "Your shoulder Giovanni!  Can't you feel it, are you made of steal or some kind of metal?"
                          
I laugh as her fingers trace the teeth mark she left, "I'm pretty sure that if that was the case you'd be missing a few front teeth."
                          
"Very funny." By the tone of her voice and the look she was giving me it was clear that she did not find my words amusing. 
                          
Leaning against the sink I watch as she plays with the sleeve of my shirt she is wearing, "How are you feeling?"
                          
Her eyes met mine and as the seconds go by I anxiously waited for her answer.  Last night was one I cherish and I feared that she regret what happened. 
                          
"I'm perfectly fine Mr. Haynes." She close the distance between us and run a finger down the middle of my well defined chest. "The real question should be, are you okay?"
                          
Taking her finger I place a kiss on the tip hoping to hide my ridiculous smile, before nodding at her. The truth was no woman have ever asked me that question before, which is probably my fault since after having them fulfill my needs I often walk out on them are kick them out. 
                          
"Good." She nods. 
                          
Before she could turn to leave I grab her wrist, "Have dinner with me."
                          
I watch as her luscious lips turn into a frown, "That's not the way you do it Giovanni." 
                          
I stare, perplex. What was she talking about? Then it clicked, "Sorry love. Would you like to have dinner with me?"
                          
"Only if you stop procrastinating and promise that we'll continue the interview right after."
                          
"Anything for you love." I pull her in for a kiss one more time before watching her leave. 
                          
Ciara Mendes 
  
                  I felt like a zombie, mindlessly walking without caring where I'd end up. At this point in time I do not know where the road I'm traveling with Giovanni is going or even if he's on it with me. My feelings are complex, it's confusing and all over the place making it so damn hard to grasp. 
                          
Last night was blissful. He made me feel things I've never felt before, what I felt last night could never be compared to what I've felt before with Fisher who I had stupidly allowed to be my first. A pang of regret nip at my heart as I watch the man before me — his lips were moving but I could not hear what he was saying simply because I had busied myself admiring the way his eyes seemed brighter and the way his lips would pull back in a smile instead of one of those cocky smirks.  
                          
"Are you listening to me love?" 
                          
I place my menu down already knowing what I wanted to order. There goes that word again, I was more comfortable having him call me buttercup. 
                          
"Sorry." I apologise. 
                          
"You know normally it would be me ignoring the person I'm on a date with and never the other way around."
                          
I take a sip of my water at the mention of him going on dates with other women before giving him a tight smile, "Must you always mention your female friends." 
                          
"I'll stop once you admit that it makes you jealous." I roll my eyes at the smirk that plays on his lips. 
                          
"Why are you so adamant on making me jealous?"
                          
"You don't exactly wear your heart on your sleeve Ciara and I don't either so I can understand— I guess it will let me know where I stand."
                          
I narrow my eyes at him. "You want to know where you stand? I am finally on the date you so badly wanted me to go on with you and that too after we had wild sex last night. Isn't that enough to tell you were you stand?"
                          
Instead of answering my question he stare at me as if he was lost of words, although I know that could never be the case since Giovanni always have something to say. 
                          
He then clear his throat and look away from me which made me wonder what he was thinking. I wanted to enjoy this moment here instead of worrying about the ones yet to come but still I felt like I should reassure him. 
                          
"Listen Giovanni, I'm aware of the lifestyle you live so you don't have to over think this— if you want to never see me again after the stay here is over then it's, it's fine with me."
                          
'Don't go falling.' Dad had said, and even though I'm the kind of woman to get attached easily I had to do what's best for me and protect my heart. Sex with Giovanni is —it's beyond words, there was a connection shared between us and the way he caress my body and stares into my eyes while he moves in and out of me— he gave sex the proper definition. Yet I would have to let that go  in order not to get too attached. 
                          
He reaches over and intertwine his fingers with mine that rested on the table. "I told you last night what I want from you—"
                          
"But—"
                          
"No buts Ciara. I know I have a bad reputation when it comes to women and this might sound like the cheesiest shit you've ever heard but since I met you you're the only woman I think of and now that I've finally feel what's its like to be with you, I want to hold on to you for as long as I can— as long as you'll let me."
                          
I couldn't help but smile at him. Even though his words sounds genuine I still didn't trust him. I trusted Fisher who seemed like a good guy and look where that got me. 
                          
"Alright, I'll just buy a leash for you and we'll take things slow."