This chapter is set two years later... because it actually is like two years later. Haha how is that for real time story-telling for you! If anyone is still reading this thing I have had this idea in my head for ages but well just didn't write it. Suddenly was overcome by the urge to write and so I wrote. :)
"You want me that bad?"
Expensive wine. Lowered lights. Soothing saxophone.
"Come the fuck on already." Daan's eyes flashed; stuck on him.
Coiling smoke. Discarded trousers. Rattling chains.
Lovino stretched his legs on the desk, leant back into his black armchair and sucked in. Burning ash and a rush of comfortable heat went in and then back out of him.
His suit: impeccable (of course). The room: stylishly dark. The crimson carpet only highlighted the colours of his hair, his eyes and of course the white of Daan's boxers and the bulge growing within them.
Bastard must have felt so exposed sitting there like that under his mocking eyes. Deserved it too. Although judging by the licking of his lips and the unabashed staring he was too thick headed to feel embarrassment. Must have thought he was really going to get somewhere this time. Some people just did not take the hint. Another sip of wine: he mulled it around in his mouth like an interesting thought.
Handcuffs rattled as Daan once again attempted to rise from his chair.
"Stop it. You'll only hurt yourself." Idiota. Ruled by one thing that man was. "Did you really think you were going to get somewhere with me?"
Daan breathed in; slowly, shakily. "We both know I am."
"Please." Lovino snorted suddenly interrupting the thick and hazy atmosphere. "I'm the one in charge here."
Two loud clumsily knocks at the door made Daan twist around in his chair.
"That would be your charming sister."
There was a quiet "Fuck" and the chains rattled. If he actually undid those handcuffs the man try to fling him down on the desk and take him there. The word 'Try' was essential in that case, he wasn't a fucking pussy. How else would he have got the handcuffs on in the first place? Lovino was the boss. Always the boss.
The door opened to a cheerful blonde woman and bright light. Lovino winced; he was turning fucking vampiric with his latest attempt at interior design. That was it. The lighting had to be brighter in his office but to sacrifice the effect… He shook his head. Focus boss focus.
"Good news Bella?"
Didn't expect anything less. With his talent and her management they always came out on top. Without exception. Although excitable, Bella was extremely sharp when it came to getting things done and getting them done perfectly and on time. Her hair was tied up loosely in a bun today, eyes shining with an excitement that only enhanced her attractiveness. Her navy form fitting dress was one of a kind, stylish and smart.
"Of course. Sold out in record time but… but but but but but" Oh dear God. The woman was hopping in stilettos. "Let me in Lovino. You are going to want to celebrate! Let me in! It's so exciting!"
"What?" Daan was being very quiet right now. A quick glance confirmed that he was trying to cower as low as possible to avoid his sisters sharp eyes. "The security guy is dressed up as a superhero again?"
"No" She paused. "Well yes, but it's your brother."
Oh? Interesting. Hadn't seen him since last Christmas. 7 months ago now. How time flew when you were busy taking over the world. Feli always sent him long, near illegible emails about some German dude who sucked on potatoes and was as pale as a milk-sucking zombie. It was sure to end soon.
"He's getting married. Well he got engaged and sent you a letter inviting you to the party."
Or not.
Lovino went back into the office. He grabbed his jacket off of the chair and strode past Bella, pausing only to press a key into her palm.
"Wait five minutes and then let your brother out. I'll be back in a few days."
Lovino strode away keying a number into his phone as he walked. One dial tone and then a soft voice answered.
"Get me a flight to Barcelona, Spain leaving in one hour."
His duty as an Italian dictated that he stopped his brother from making the biggest mistake of his life. Oh God his family was a pain in the ass. Nonno was probably cackling at him right now from underneath some devil's toga. His mobile vibrated notifying him that his driver was ready. Time to fly to the country of heat and okayish cuisine. How drunk could he get on a one hour flight?
