Massimo, do you know what this means?

I turned my head towards the window, looking at the cloudless sky, and then I looked at my interlocutor.

"I will take over this company, whether it pleases the Manente family or not." I got up and Mario and Domenico hurriedly got out of their chairs

and they positioned themselves behind me. It was a nice meeting, but definitely too long. I shook hands with the men present and headed for the door.

- Understand, it will be good for everyone. I raised my index finger.

- You will thank me for that.

I took off my jacket and unbuttoned another button in my black shirt. I sat in the back seat of the car, enjoying the silence and the cold of the air conditioning.

"Home," I growled under my breath and began to browse messages on the phone.

Most of them concerned interests, but I found SMS among them from Anna: "I'm wet, I need punishment." My penis moved in my pants, and I sighed it up and squeezed it tightly. Oh yes, my girlfriend sensed my mood well. She knew it the meeting will not be nice and will not bring me peace. She also knew what relaxes me "Be ready for twenty," I wrote back briefly

and sat back comfortably, watching the world outside the car window disappear. I closed my eyes.

Again she. My cock got hard as steel in a second. God,

I'll go crazy if I can't find her. Five years have passed since the accident; five long years from - as the doctor said: a miracle - death and resurrection, during which I dream about a woman I didn't see in real life

life. I met her in my visions when I was in a coma. Smell her

hair, skin tenderness - I could almost feel her touching me. Behind everyone together, when I made love to Anna or any other woman, I loved with her. I called her Lady. She was my curse, insanity and supposedly a godsend.

The car stopped. I picked up my jacket and got out. On

...Domenico, Mario and the guys with whom they were waiting were waiting at the airport apron I took. Maybe I exaggerated, but sometimes a show of strength is needed to feint....

I greeted the pilot and sat in a soft chair and the flight attendant

she handed me a whiskey with one ice cube. I glanced at her; she knew what I Like. I looked empty, and she was blushing and smiling flirtatiously. Why not? I thought and rose energetically right away.

I grabbed the surprised woman by the hand and pulled her towards private part of the jet.

- Get started! I shouted to the pilot and closed the door, disappearing behind them with the girl.

When we were in the room, I grabbed her by the neck and I turned firmly against the wall. I watched her

in the eyes, she was terrified. I brought my lips close to hers and grabbed the lower one lip and she moaned. Her hands dangled freely along her body and her eyesight stuck in my eyes. I grabbed her hair to make it even harder

she tilted her head back, closed her eyelids and let out a moan again. Was pretty, so girly, all my staff must have been like that, I liked everything nice.

"Kneel," I growled, pulling her down.

She carried out the order without hesitation. I murmured, praising her for the right kind of submission, and I ran my thumb over my mouth, which obediently. I never had anything to do with her anyway

the girl knew well what to do. I leaned her head against the wall

and I started to undo the fly. The flight attendant swallowed loudly and hers big eyes were on me all the time.

"Close," I said calmly, thumbing my thumb over her

the eyelids. - You won't open it until I let you.

My cock leaped out of my pants, hard and almost painful inflated. He leaned on the lips of the girl, politely and broadly parted her lips. You don't know what awaits you, I thought and put him in until the very end, holding her head so that she could not movement. I felt choking, I rushed deeper. Oh yes i liked when they opened their eyes in horror, as if they really thought that I'm going to strangle them. I slowly backed away and patted her cheek, almost affectionately, gently. I watched it calm down and lick thick saliva from the lips, pulled out of the throat.

- I'll cut your mouth. The woman shuddered slightly. - I can? I had zero emotions, no smile. Girl by

for a moment she looked at me with gigantic eyes, and after a few seconds she nodded affirmatively.

"Thank you," I whispered, sliding my hands over her cheeks.

I leaned the girl against the wall and slipped into her tongue again

down the throat. She pressed her lips around me. Oh yes! My hips started hard push it in. I felt that she could not breathe, after a while she began

...FIght, so I caught her tighter. Well! Her nails dug in...

...into my legs, she first tried to push me away and then mutilated me,...

...scratching. I liked it, I liked it when they fought, when they were helpless against my strength. I closed my eyes and saw my lady, she knelt above all me, her almost black eyes pierced me through and through. She liked when I took her like that. I gripped my hair even more tightly in hers lust beamed. I couldn't stand it any longer, two more strengths thrust and froze, and sperm spilled out of me, choking girl even more. I opened my eyes and looked at her smudged makeup. I backed down a bit to make room for her. "Swallow," I growled, pulling her hair again....

...Tears ran down her cheeks, but she obediently made mine...

...recommendation. I took the cock out of her mouth and she dropped to her heels, sliding down after wall....

...- Lick him. - The girl froze. - To clean....

...I put both hands on the wall in front of me and looked at her angrily....

...She rose again and took my manhood in a small hand. She began...

...to lick away the remaining sperm. I smiled slightly, seeing her trying. When I thought she was done, I stepped away from her, zipping up the fly....

...- Thank you. I gave her my arm and she shook her legs slightly stood next to me. - There is a bathroom. - I pointed with my hand even though she knew the plane like her own pocket. She nodded and went towards the door....

...I returned to my companions and sat back in the chair. I took a sip of the perfect drink, which has already lost a bit temperature. Mario put down the newspaper and looked at me. "In your father's day they would shoot us all."...

...I sighed, rolling my eyes, and tapped the glass irritably on the counter....

...- In my father's time, we would trade alcohol illegally...

...and drugs, and they didn't run the largest companies in Europe. - I leaned back on the armchair and I stared at my consigliere. - I'm head...

...Toriccelli family and this is not a coincidence, just a thoughtful decision my father. Almost from childhood, I was prepared to...

...the family entered a new era when I take power - I sighed...

...and I relaxed a little when the flight attendant almost imperceptibly flashed by us. - Mario, I know you liked to shoot. - Older the man who was my adviser smiled slightly....

...- We'll shoot soon. - I looked at him seriously. -...

...Domenico - now I turned to my brother who looked at me. - Let them your people will start looking for this fucking Alfred. - I looked back at Maria. - Do you want shooters? Well, this one probably won't pass you by. I took another sip....

...The sun was setting over Sicily when we finally landed on...

...Catania airport. I put on my jacket and headed for the exit...

^^^from the terminal. I pulled out my dark glasses and felt a hot blow air. I glanced at Etna - today she was visible in all its glory. Tourists have fun, I thought and entered the air-conditioned building.^^^

- People from Aruba want to meet in the case we were talking about

earlier - began Domenico, walking beside me. - We have to deal with it too clubs in Palermo.

I listened to it carefully, arranging in my head a list of things that I needed get it done today. Suddenly, even though my eyes were open, it grew dark. And then I saw her. I blinked several times; I used to see my lady only when I wanted to.

I opened my eyes wide and disappeared. Is my condition worse

and the hallucinations intensified? I have to go to this moron to make me research. But later, now it's time to do the rest

a cocaine container that killed me. Although "killed" it was not in this situation the most accurate term. We were already at the car when we were at her again I saw. I don't give a fuck. I got into the parked car car and almost pulled Domenic inside, who opened it the second pair of back doors.

"It's her," I whispered in a lump in my throat, pointing to my back the girl who was walking on the sidewalk, moving away from us. - It's her girl.

My head was ringing, I couldn't believe it. Maybe I only like it hallucinating? I was losing my mind. The cars started.

"Slow down," said the young man as we approached her. Oh fuck! He moaned as we caught up with her.

My heart froze for a second. The girl was looking right at me

seeing nothing through the almost black glass. Her eyes, nose, lips, all her - she was exactly as I thought of her.

I took hold of the door handle, but my brother stopped me. Powerful Bald the man was calling my lady and she went towards him.

- Not now, Massimo.

I sat paralyzed. She was here, she lived, she existed. I could have had her touch her, take her and be with her forever.

- What the hell are you doing ?! I screamed.

- He's with people, we don't know who that is.

The car sped up, and I still couldn't take my eyes off of it disappearing silhouette of my lady.

- I'm sending people behind her. Before we get home, you'll be

He knew who he was. Massimo! He raised his voice when I didn't respond. - You've been waiting so many years, you'll wait a few more hours.

I looked at him with such fury and hatred as if I had him

kill a moment. Reasonable remnants of my thoughts agreed with him, but all right the rest, which was definitely more, did not want to listen to him.

"You have an hour," I snapped, staring thoughtlessly at the seat in front of you. "You've got sixty minutes to tell me who it is."

We parked in the driveway, and when we got out of the car,

Domenic's people came to us, handing him an envelope. He gave it to me and I without a word, I went towards the library. I wanted to be alone to be able to believe that it's all true.

I sat behind the desk and ripped the upper part off with trembling hands envelopes, spilling the contents onto the counter.

- I fuck you! - I grabbed my head when the pictures - no more paintings painted by artists, but the photographs showed my lady's face. She had a name, past and future she didn't even expect.

I heard a knock on the door. - Not now! I shouted without taking a break sight from photos and notes. "Laura Biel," I whispered, touching her face on chalk paper.

After half an hour of analyzing what I got, I sat in the armchair and I started staring at the wall.

- I can? Domenico asked, poking his head through the door. Because I did not react, came in and sat down opposite.

- And what now?

"We'll bring her here," I said dispassionately, shifting my eyes to the young. He sat nodding.

- But how are you going to do this? - He looked at me like an idiot, which annoyed me a bit. "You will go to the hotel and tell her when." you died, you had visions, and in them ... ”He looked at the note that lay in front of me.

And in them you, Laura Biel, and now you will be mine, I said in my mind.

"I will kidnap her," I decided without hesitation. - Send people to this apartment ... - I hung up looking for her boyfriend's name

in notes - Martin. Let them find out who he is.

- Maybe it's better to ask Karl? It's there, ”suggested Domenico.

- Well, let Karl's people kick as much as possible. I must find way to make her come here as soon as possible.

- You don't have to look for a way. - I looked towards the door from where a woman's voice came. Domenico turned away too.

- I am here. - Smiling Anna was walking towards us. Its long legs in sky-high stilettos reached the sky.

Fuck, I cursed my mind. I completely forgot about her.

- I will leave you. Domenico got up with a stupid smile

and went towards the exit. "I'll take care of what we talked about, and tomorrow." we will do it to the end - he added.

The blonde came to me. She gently parted my knees with her leg. She smelled insanely as usual, a combination of sex and power. rolled up a skimpy black silk cocktail dress and sat on me

astride, pressing my tongue into my mouth without warning.

"Hit me," she asked, biting my lip and rubbing her pussy about the trousers of suit pants. - Strong!

She licked and bit my ear while I looked at the photos scattered on desk. I pulled off my previously loosened tie and stood up, sliding it off Anna to the floor. I turned her and blindfolded her. She smiled,

licking his lower lip. She fingered the table. She spread her legs wide apart

and lay down on the oak countertop, firmly sticking out her bottom. She was without panties. I approached her from behind and punched her hard.

She screamed loudly and opened her mouth wide. View of scattered photos on the table and the fact that the lady was on the island made my cock hard like a rock.

"Oh, yes," I growled, rubbing her moist slits and not letting go

sight from Laura's photos. I lifted her by the neck and picked them all up papers that she covered with her body, and then I put her on countertop, raising her hands high above the head. I arranged the photographs so that they were looking at me. Possess a woman from photos - I did not want anything in this moment more.

I was ready at any time. I took off my pants quickly.

I put two fingers into Anna and she moaned, fidgeting under me. Was narrow, wet and extremely hot. I began to roll my hand on hers the clitoris, and she clutched the desk where she lay even harder. I grabbed her with the left hand by the neck and struck her with the right hand inexplicable relief. Once again I looked at the picture and hit even harder. My girlfriend screamed and I beat her as if it had make her turn into Laura. Her buttock was almost purple.

I leaned in and started licking him, he was hot and throbbing. I pushed her away buttocks and I started to run my tongue through her sweet hole, and before my eyes were my lady. "Yes," she moaned softly. I have to have Laura, I have to have her all, I thought as I stood up and poking Anna at you. She arched her back and fell back after a moment sweat-wet wood. I fucked her hard while still looking at Laura. Already

Already soon. In a moment these black eyes will look at me when he will kneel before me.

- You bitch! I bit my teeth, feeling Anna's body stiffen.

I pressed hard and insistently on her, not paying attention to that she was flooded with orgasm. I didn't care. Laura's eyes made that I couldn't get enough and couldn't stand it any longer.

I had to feel more, stronger. I pulled my cock out of Anna and sure I stuck it in her narrow asshole. A wild man came out of her throat a cry of pain and pleasure, I felt it all tighten around me. My cock exploded, and all I could see was my lady.

8 hours earlier

The sound of the alarm clock literally broke into my brain.

- Get up, honey, it's nine o'clock. We have to be in in an hour airport to start a Sicilian vacation in the afternoon. Get together! - Martin was standing in the bedroom doorway with a wide smile.

I opened my eyes reluctantly. It's the middle of the night, what a a barbaric idea to fly at this hour, I thought. Since a few

weeks ago I quit my job, the day completely lost proportions. I went sleep too late, wake up too late, and the worst thing was that nothing

I had to and I could do everything. I've been stuck in the hotel industry for too long and when I finally got to the coveted sales director job,

I quit it all because I lost my heart to work. I never thought that at twenty-nine, I'll say I'm burned out, but yes it just was.

Work in the hotel gave me satisfaction and fulfillment, allowed mine high ego to grow. Whenever I negotiated large contracts,

I felt a thrill of excitement, and when I negotiated with the elders

and more skilled in the art of manipulating people, I was crazy with happiness, especially when I was winning. Every victory in financial battles it gave me a sense of superiority and satisfied my vain side character. Someone may say it's stupid, but for a girl from a small town that did not graduate, proof everything around it, as it means, was a priority.

- Laura, do you want cocoa or milk tea?

- Martin, please! It's the middle of the night! - I rolled over and I covered my head with a pillow.

The bright August sun was falling into the bedroom. Martin didn't like it darkness, so even in the bedroom windows there was no blackout

blinds. He claimed that the darkness caused him the depressive states he was about easier than for Starbucks coffee. The windows were from the east sides and, as for anger, the sun disturbed my sleep every morning.

- I made cocoa and tea with milk. - Satisfied with myself Martin

He stood in the bedroom door with a glass of cold drink and a mug hot. "It's about a hundred degrees outside, so I think you'll choose."

cold, ”he said and handed me the glass, lifting the quilt.

Pissed off, I leaned out of my pit. I knew I was anyway

it won't pass. Martin stood smiling; he already had it that morning it was bursting with him energy. He was a powerful man with a bald head - that's about mine

the city was called "neck". Apart from physicality, however, nothing connected him with such guys. He was the best man I met in my life,

he ran his own business and every time he made a bigger one

money, he transferred a considerable amount to the children's hospice, saying: "God he gave me, so I will share. "

He had blue eyes, good and warm, a big, broken nose once - well, he was not always smart and polite, full of lips that I loved in him the most, and the delightful smile he could in a second disarm me when I went crazy.

His huge forearms were decorated with tattoos, basically tattooed

he had the whole body except his legs. He was powerful, weighing over a hundred kilos a man with whom I always felt safe.

I looked grotesque with him - me and my one hundred and sixty-five centimeters tall, fifty kilograms weight. All my life

my mother told me to play sports, so I trained what I could do and that for second I had straw enthusiasm, I practiced everything: from Karate sport gait. Thanks to that my figure unlike my man, she was very fit, mine stomach was hard and flat, legs muscled, buttocks tight and outliers - a symbol of the million squats they did.

"I'm getting up," I said, drinking delicious, cold cocoa.

I set down my glass and headed for the bathroom. When I stopped in front of the mirror, I realized how much I needed a vacation. My almost black eyes were sad and resigned, no activity however caused apathy. Auburn hair ran down my thin face

and they fell on their shoulders. In my case their length was considerable successful, because they usually did not exceed fifteen centimeters. Under normal circumstances I would consider myself a really good chick but unfortunately not now. I was overwhelmed with my own conduct reluctance to work, no idea what to do next. My professional life

has always influenced my sense of value. No business card in the wallet and business phone I had the impression that I do not exist.

I brushed my teeth, pinned my hair with hairpins, and pulled eyelashes with mascara and I decided that that's all I can afford today. Anyway it was enough because some time ago, because of laziness, I did makeup permanent eyebrows, eyes and lips that left me as much as possible time to sleep, limiting morning visits to the bathroom to a minimum.

I went to the wardrobe for clothes prepared yesterday. Independently

from the mood and matters that I could not influence, I had to be dressed always as perfect as possible. In the right outfit

I immediately felt better and it seemed to be visible.

My mother kept telling me that a woman, even when she was in pain, should be beautiful, and since my face couldn't be as attractive as usual,

it was necessary to divert her attention. I chose short shorts for the trip in light denim, a white loose T-shirt and even though it was outside thirty degrees already at nine o'clock in the morning, a light cotton jacket in gray melange. I always froze on the plane and even if I will almost cook before I feel at least in the air comfortable, as long as someone who is afraid of flying can feel there comfortably. I slipped my legs into my gray and white platform sneakers from Isabel Marant and I was ready.

I went to the living room with kitchen. The interior was modern

cold and raw. The walls were lined with black glass, the bar was lit by leds,

and instead of the table - as in normal homes - there was only a table top with two leather stools. A huge gray corner standing in the middle

suggested that the owner is not the smallest. The bedroom was separated from large aquarium lounge. It was vain to look for a woman's hand in this interior. Perfectly suited the eternal single, which was the master and ruler of this house.

Martin, as always, sat with his nose in the computer. It didn't

no matter what he did: whether he was working, hiring someone or just ordinary watched a movie on television, his computer as his best friend he was always an inseparable part of his being. It led me to crazy, but unfortunately it was so from the beginning, so I didn't give myself the right to change it. Even I found myself in his life over a year ago

thanks to this device, so it would be hypocritical if I suddenly ordered him to give it up.

It was February and I, strangely enough, had not been in a relationship for over half a year. It bored me, or maybe I was more lonely

So I decided to set up a profile on the dating site he gave

I was very happy and definitely raised my already high self-esteem.

During one of sleepless nights, rummaging among the profiles of hundreds of men, I came across Martin, who was looking for another woman to do it once

FIlled his world. It surprised and so the little girl tamed

tattooed monster. Our relationship was non-standard because we both

we had very strong and explosive characters, both too we had intellect and extensive knowledge in our fields competition. It attracted each other, intrigued and impressed us. The only thing missing in this relationship was an animal train attraction and passion that never broke out between us. Like this euphemistically once described Martin: "he is already in his life naruchał. " However, I was a boiling volcano of sexual energy, whose release I found in almost everyday masturbation. But I felt good with him, I felt safe and calm, and that was for me more valuable than sex. At least, I thought so.

- Honey, I'm ready, I just have to somehow close my suitcase and we can go.

Martin laughed, got up from the computer, packed it into bags and headed towards my luggage.

"I can handle it somehow, baby," he said, hugging a suitcase in which I could easily fit myself. - Everyone total replay: excess baggage, thirty pairs of shoes and senseless carrying half of the wardrobe, while you use maybe ten percent of what you took.

I winced and braided my arms.

- But I have a choice! I reminded me, putting on my glasses.

At the airport, as always, I felt unhealthy excitement, or rather fear, because I hated to fly because of my claustrophobia. Otherwise

I inherited my mother's wickedness so I could smell it everywhere death is waiting for me, and a flying can with engines never aroused my trust.

Friends were already waiting for us in the bright hall of the departure terminal Martin who chose the direction of our vacation. Karolina and Michał were there

a couple for many years, they thought about marriage, but thinking ended. He was storyteller type of storyteller, short-cut, tanned, quite handsome guy with blue eyes and light blond hair. He was only interested in female breasts, which he didn't hide.

She was a tall, long-legged brunette with delicate hair girlish features. At first glance, nothing special, but when more attention was given to her, she turned out to be very interesting. She effectively ignored Michał's male aspirations. I was wondering how does. I would not be able to deal with a guy whose head is my possessiveness at the sight of women it rotates like a submarine periscope in search the enemy. I took two calming pills so I wouldn't fall on board in panic and not to shame yourself.

We had stopovers in Rome. An hour stop there and now direct, thank God only one hour flight to Sicily. I was last time

in Italy, when I was sixteen, and from then on

best opinion about the people who lived there. Italians were loud persistent and did not speak English. For me, however, English was as a native language. After so many years spent in chain hotels sometimes I even thought in English.

When we finally landed at Catania airport, the sun was already here occurred. Car rental guy far too long

served customers, we got stuck in the queue for an hour. overstrung hungry Martin was bothering me, so I decided

look around the area where there was little to see. I went out

from an air-conditioned building and I felt the overwhelming heat. In the distance smoking Etna was visible. This sight surprised me, though I knew this volcano was active. Going upside-down, no

I noticed that the sidewalk was ending and had grown up before I knew it in front of me a huge Italian, which I almost tripped over. I stood five inches from the man's back, and he didn't even flinch, as if he didn't notice at all that I almost landed on his back. Men in the dark hurried out of the airport building

suits, and he looked like he was escorting them. I didn't wait until they will pass, I just turned on my heel and started back rental company, praying that the car is ready. When

I reached the building, three black SUVs flashed past me,

the middle seemed to slow down, passing me but through the black windows it was impossible look inside.

- Laura! - I heard Martin scream, who was holding the keys in his hand to the car. - Where are you going?

Hilton Giardini Naxos welcomed us with a huge head-shaped vase, in which stood huge white and pink lilies. Their smell was rising in an impressive hall richly decorated with gold.

- Well, honey. I turned to Martin with a smile. -

Such a little Louis XVI. I wonder if there will be a lion bathtub in the room paws.

We all burst out laughing, because I think all four of us had

identical feelings. The hotel was not as luxurious as it should have belonged to the Hilton network. He had many shortcomings that my trained eye the specialist immediately caught.

- It is important that there be a comfortable bed, vodka and weather - added Michał. - The rest is not important.

- Well, I forgot that this is another pathological trip, I feel injured that I am not an alcoholic like you - I said with artificially sour face. - I'm hungry, I ate the last time in Warsaw. Can we hurry up and go into town for dinner? Already I can taste pizza and wine in my mouth.

Said a non-alcoholic addicted to wine and champagne - Martin threw gingerly, putting his arm around me.

Overcomesimilarlystronghungerexceptionallyfast we unpacked the suitcases and after fifteen minutes we shortened our plans corridor between our rooms.

Unfortunately, with so little time, I was not able to properly getting ready to leave, but I was combing when I went to the room in your mind the contents of the suitcase. My thoughts were the least crashed after the trip. It fell on a black long dress with a metal one a cross on the back, black flip-flops, a leather bag with fringes in the same color, a gold watch and huge gold ear rings.

In a hurry, I traced my eyes with a black pencil, put some ink on

eyelashes, improving what is still left of them after the journey, and slightly I powdered a face. As I went out, I grabbed the lip gloss with gold

flecks and movement "by heart without a mirror" I traced my lips. I got up from the couch with an alcoholic smile and waved to everyone, bending over half way and thanking for wishes.

- You had to do this to me, huh? I snapped at Martin. - Reminding me that I'm old is nothing nice. Besides, did they have to are all these people involved?

- Well, dear, right in the eye, circle. As compensation and starting our today's fete I ordered your favorite drink. - When he finished speaking, a waiter appeared, holding a bucket with champagne Moët & Chandon Rosé and four glasses.

- I love! I shouted, jumping up on the couch and clapping hands like a little girl.

My joy did not escape the waiter, who smiled to

me, leaving a cooler on the table with a half-spilled bottle.

- Then cheers! - Carolina said, raising her glass.

- For you, to find what you are looking for, have what you want and be where you want it to be. One hundred years!

We tapped the glasses and swung them to the bottom. After finishing the bottles really had to go to the toilet - this time I decided

find her with the help of the service. The waiter showed me the direction I was supposed to follow. After twelve o'clock the restaurant was changing in a nightclub, colorful lighting has completely changed the character of it place. White, elegant and almost sterile interior

it exploded with colors. Suddenly white took on a completely different sense, lack color meant that the light could give the rooms any color.

I made my way through the crowd toward the toilet when it was overwhelming again it feels strange to be watched. I stood and explored

I looked at the surroundings. On a platform, based on one beam from the boxes, a man dressed in black stood and chilled me again

look. Calmly and without emotion, he gazed at my ankles

to the top of the head. He looked like a typical Italian, though he was the least a typical man I've seen in my life. Black hair fell

unruly on his forehead, his face adorned a few days, manicured his facial hair was full and clearly defined - as if created for

to give them pleasure to a woman. His eyes were cold and penetrating, like a wild animal getting ready to attack. Only seeing him from afar, I realized he was quite tall. Definitely

he outranked the women who stood nearby, so he must have been about a hundred ninety centimeters. I don't know how long we looked at

each other; it felt like time had stopped. He pulled me out of my stupor the man who poked my shoulder as he passed by. Because from of this stare stiffened like a board, I only spun on one leg and I fell to the ground.

- Are you OK? Asked Black, who grew up next to me like a ghost. -

Karolina and Michał looked at me in the corridor with astonishment. They were exactly in the same costumes they traveled in.

- Laura, tell me how you can have changed,

paint and you look as if you were preparing to go out all day?

- Carolina muttered on the way to the elevator.

"Well ..." I shrugged. - You have the talent to drink vodka, and I can prepare my thoughts all day to real fifteen minutes be ready.

"Okay, stop fucking and let's go drink," he thundered firm Martin.

The four of us went through the hotel lobby to leave.

Giardini Naxos at night was beautiful and picturesque. Narrow streets pulsated life and music, there were both young people and mothers with children. Sicily only at night it began to live because during the day the heat was unbearable. We arrived at the port and the most populated at this time

cities. Dozens of restaurants and bars stretched along the promenade and cafes.

"I will starve soon, I will fall over and not get up," she said Carolina.

- And the lack of blood alcohol will kill me. Look at this place

it will be perfect for us. - Michał pointed his finger at the beach restaurant.

Tortuga was an elegant restaurant with white armchairs, sofas in it same color and glass tables. Candles were burning everywhere, and the roof there were huge, bright sheets of a nautical canvas that waving in the wind, they gave the impression that the whole pub was floating in the air. boxes, in which tables were set, they separated thick wooden bales, to which the provisional structure was attached,

canvas roof. A light, fresh and magical place. Despite enough high prices bustling. Martin nodded at the waiter and it was over

at the moment thanks to a few euros we sat comfortably on the sofas, flipping through the menu. Me and my dress did not blend in with the surroundings. I had the impression that everyone is looking only at me because I was shining among all this white like a black light bulb.

- I feel watched, but who could know that we will eat

in a jug of milk - I whispered to Martin with a stupid, apologetic smile.

He looked around exploringly, leaned towards me and whispered: "You have stalking mania, baby, besides you look." delightfully so let them stare.

I looked again, nobody seemed to pay attention to me, but I felt like someone was still watching me. I pushed me away I found another mental illness inherited from my mother in the card my favorite grilled octopus, I added pink prosecco and I was ready to order. The waiter even though he was Sicilian, he was also Italian, which meant that we could not get out expect a speed demon and wait a moment here before deciding come to us to collect your order.

"I need to go to the toilet," I informed, looking from side to side.

In the corner next to the beautiful wooden bar there were small doors,

so I went towards them. I went through them, but unfortunately I followed them there was only a sink. I turned to turn back and then with impetus I hit the figure in front of me. I moaned when my head

collided with a hard male torso. Contorted, massaging her forehead, I looked up. A tall, handsome Italian stood before me. Did i go I haven't seen it anywhere? His icy gaze pierced me Departure. I couldn't move when he almost looked at me like that completely black eyes. There was something about him that scared me like that in a second I got into the ground.

"I think you're lost," he said in beautiful, fluent English

with a British accent. - If you tell me what you are looking for, I will help you.

...He smiled at me with white, even teeth, and put his hand to me between the shoulder blades, touching my bare skin, and escorted me to the door through which I came here. When I felt his touch, through mine my body shuddered, which didn't make it easy for me to walk. I was so stunned that despite my best efforts, I couldn't speak not a word in english. I only smiled, or rather grimaced and I started towards Martin because of these emotions completely,...

I forgot why I got up from the sofa. When I got to the table company poured alcohol into itself - the first round

they drank and ordered another one. I sank onto the sofa and grabbed it a glass of prosecco and I emptied it with one sip. In the meantime, no pulling him away from my mouth, I gave the waiter a clear sign that I needed it refills.

Martin looked at me with amusement.

- Menel! And apparently I have a problem with alcohol. "Somehow I really wanted to drink," I answered lightly blacked out with the drink drunk too quickly.

- I think some spells are going on in the toilet, if you visit there like this it worked, my patol.

At these words I looked nervously looking for an Italian who made my knees shake like when they were the first time

I drove a motorcycle after receiving a category A driving license. Easy

it would be to find him among the white, because he was dressed like me, completely not matching the surroundings. Black, loose linen pants, black shirt,

from under which a wooden rosary protruded, and loafers without shoelaces in the same color. Although I only saw him for a moment, I remembered this view exactly.

- Laura! - Michał's voice interrupted my search. - Don't tax these all people's eyes, just drink.

I didn't even notice that another glass appeared on the table sparkling drink. I decided to slowly sip the pink liquid, though I felt like pouring it in myself like the previous glass, because it trembled my legs still didn't stop. We were served food that we crave for we threw. The octopus was perfect; the addition was only sweet tomatoes. Martin was eating a giant squid, expertly

cut and scattered on a plate in the company of garlic and coriander.

- Damn it! Martin shouted, leaping up from the white couch. -

Do you know what time it is? It's already twelve o'clock, so Laura! "One hundred years, one hundred ... years. " - The other two also jumped up and started happily, sing a birthday song to me loud and very Polish-style.

The restaurant guests looked at them curiously, then joined

of the choir, singing in Italian. There was loud applause in the restaurant, and I I wanted to sink underground. It was one of the most songs I hate. There is probably no one who can liked, probably because no one knows what to do when it lasts - sing, clap, smile at everyone? Any solution is wrong

and every time a man looks like a complete idiot. With artificial it wasn't for seeing that you didn't hit him this time,

I would think that bumping into strangers is your way of drawing

attention.

He grabbe my elbow and lifted me up. He was surprisingly strong he did it as easily as if I weighed nothing. This time I gathered within, and the boiling alcohol gave me courage.

- And you always do behind the wall or crane? I grunted, trying to give him the coldest look I've ever managed prepare.

He pulled away from me and continued to look at me me all, as if he couldn't believe I'm real.

- You look at me all evening, right? I asked annoyed. I have persecution, but the feeling never disappoints me. The man smiled as if mocking him.

"I'm looking at the club," he said. - I control the service, check it guest satisfaction, I am looking for women who need a wall or a lift. His answer amused me and confused me at the same time.

- So thank you for being a crane and have a nice evening. - I gave him a provocative look and headed for the toilet. When

he stayed behind, breathed a sigh of relief. At least I didn't go out this time a complete moron and I was able to speak. "See you later, Laura," I heard behind me. When I turned around, there was only an amused crowd behind me, Black disappeared.

How did he know my name? Did he hear our conversations? It couldn't be that way close, I would see him, I would sense him. Karolina took my hand.

- Come on, because in life you will not reach this toilet, and we will get stuck here always.

When we returned to the table, there was another bottle on the glass counter Moet.

- Well, honey, I can see that today we have a rich birthday - I said with a laugh.

"I thought you ordered it," said Martin, surprised. - I I already paid and wanted to go further.

I looked around the club. I knew the bottle wasn't here by accident and he is still looking.

- It's probably a gift from the restaurant. After such a choral Sto years probably could not do otherwise - laughed Carolina. - Since now here it is, let's have a drink.

Until the end of the bottle I fidgeted restlessly on the couch, wondering who the man in black was, why so he looked at me and how he knew my name.

We spent the rest of the evening on a pilgrimage from club to club. Down we returned when it was dawn.

A terrible headache woke me up. Well ... Moët. I love

champagne, but a hangover after it literally bursts the skull. Who's normal

gets him drunk? With the rest of my strength, I dragged myself out of bed and arrived in the bathroom. In the vanity case I found painkillers, swallowed three

and I came back under the covers. When I woke up after a few hours, Martina

he was not there, the headache passed, and sounds came from behind the open window fun in the pool. I have a vacation, so I have to get up and sunbathe. Mobilized with this thought, I took a quick shower, hopped into my costume and after half an hour I was ready for sunbathing.

Michał and Karolina sipped a bottle of cold wine, lounging over swimming pool.

"Medicine," said Michał, handing me a plastic glass. - Sorry, it's plastic, but you know the rules.

The wine was delicious, cold and wet, so I emptied it glass.

- Have you seen Martin? I woke up and he was gone.

- I work in the hotel lobby, the internet room was too weak - Carolina explained.

Well - computer best friend, work - favorite lover,

I thought as I lay on the sun lounger. I spent the rest of the day alone in the company of embracing brides. Every now and then Michał he interrupted this love prelude by saying, "But boobs!"

- Maybe we'll have lunch? - He asked. - I'll go get Martin, what vacation is it, while he is still sitting and staring at the monitor.

He got up from the sunbed, threw on his shirt, and headed for the entrance hotel.

- Sometimes I have enough of him. - I turned to Karolina and she she looked at me with big eyes. - I'll never be the most important. More important than work than colleagues than pleasure. I have the impression that he is with me because there is nothing better to do and he is so comfortable. This a bit like owning a dog - when you want, you pet him when you have

feel like, you are playing with him, but when you do not feel like his company, after you just chase him away, because he is for you and not you.

Martin talks more often with colleagues on Facebook than with me at home, let alone the bed.

Karolina rolled over and leaned on her elbow.

- You know, Laura, it is so in relationships that with time lust disappears.

- But not after a year and a half ... well, after a year and a half. Am I hunchbacked? Is something wrong with me? Is it bad that I just want to fuck?

Karolina burst out laughing from the deck chair and pulled my hand.

- I think we need a drink, because you won't change anything You are worrying. Look where we are! It's divine and you're thin and beautiful. Remember - if not this, it's different. Come.

I threw on a light floral tunic, I shook myself from the headscarf turban, I covered my eyes with seductive Ralph Lauren glasses and I followed Karolina to the lobby bar. My companion went to peace leave a bag and get an idea of the lunch situation because we didn't find our partners in the lobby. I went to the bar and nodded at the bartender. I asked for two glasses cold prosecco. Oh yes, I definitely needed it.

- Just enough? - I heard a man's voice behind me. - I thought does your palate belong to the mint?

I turned and stood still. He stood before me again. today

I couldn't say about him that he was black. He was wearing linen canvas pants in off-white and a light unbuttoned shirt, which

it matched his tanned skin perfectly. He slipped his glasses off his nose and another he stared at me once. He turned to the bartender after Italian, which since its appearance at the bar completely me he ignored, standing at attention and waiting for my order persecutor. I was hidden behind dark glasses that day extremely brave, extremely angry and extremely hung over.

- Why do I get the impression you are following me? - I asked,

folding his arms over his chest. He raised his right hand and slowly slid it back to me glasses so as to see my eyes. I felt as if someone had taken me a shield that was my protection.

"It's not an impression," he said, looking deep into my eyes. - No this is also the case. Happy twenties

ninth birthday, Laura. May the coming year be the best in your life - he whispered and gently kissed my cheek.

I was so confused that I couldn't get any out of my throat

words. How did he know how old I was? And how the hell did he find me on other end of town? The bartender's voice snapped me out of the flood of thoughts; I turned to him. He was putting a bottle of pink in front of me moeta and a small colorful cupcake on which it was clogged lighted candle.

- Bloody hell! - I turned to Black, who literally

melted in the air.

- Nice, - said Karolina, approaching the bar. - Was to be a glass of prosecco and ended up with a bottle of champagne.

I shrugged my shoulders and nervously scanned the hall

in search of Black, but he sank underground. I took it out of my wallet credit card and gave it to the bartender. He refused to use broken English accepting payment claiming that the invoice is already paid. Carolina she gave him a radiant smile, grabbed a cooler with a bottle and started off towards the pool. I blew out a candle that was still burning on cake, and I followed her. I was pissed off, confused

and intrigued. There were various scenarios in my head describing who was the mysterious man. The first thing he told me

brain, there was a theory that he was a pervert-persecutor. Not really though she agreed with the picture of the delightful Italian, who rather escapes from female fans, not following them. Planting on shoes and designer clothes, which they charge for he was wearing it every time, he was not poor. And he mentioned something about checking guest satisfaction in a restaurant. So another natural

the theory was that he was the manager at the place we were in. But what did he do? in the hotel? I shook my head as if to shake off the excess thinks, and I reached for my glass. What do I care?

I thought, taking a sip. It must have been an absolute coincidence, and me I got sick of something.

When we emptied the bottle, our gentlemen appeared. They were in champagne moods.

- What, lunch? Martin asked with satisfaction.

The drunk champagne from today and yesterday was buzzing in my head. I got angry at his carelessness and burned out:

- Martin, fuck! It's my birthday and you disappear for the day, no you care what I do or how I feel, and now you appear and as if

you never ask for lunch I've had enough! It's enough that it's always like you you want you to always say what it should be like and never to be most important, in no situation. And lunch was a few hours ago, now it it's more time for dinner!

I grabbed my tunic and bag and almost hurried to the door

the hotel lobby. I ran through the hall and found myself on the street. I felt, as if in my eyes a stream of tears wells up, which will soon flow out. I put glasses and I moved on.

The streets of Giardini looked picturesque. Along the sidewalk they grew trees covered with flowers, buildings were beautiful and neat. Unfortunately, in this state of mind I could not enjoy the beauty of the place where I found myself. I felt alone. At some point I realized

tears are flowing down my cheeks and I almost run sobbing - as if I wanted to run away from something.

The sun was getting orange and I was still walking. When it passed first anger, I felt my legs ache. My flip flops on stilettos, although beautiful, were not suitable for a marathon. In the street I saw a small, typical Italian cafe, which turned out to be perfect

a place to rest, because one of the items on the menu was sparkling wine. I sat outside, looking at the calm surface of the sea. An old lady she brought me a glass of the drink and said something to me hair stroking my hand. God, not even understanding a word, I knew he was talking about how hopeless guys can be and how our tears are unworthy. I sat there and stared at the sea until it did getting dark. I could not get up from the chair after so much drunk alcohol, but in the meantime I ate an excellent pizza with four cheeses, which turned out to be a better recipe for sorrows than sparkling wine and tiramisu the older lady was better than the best champagne.

I felt ready to come back and face what I had left behind running away. I walked calmly towards the hotel. Streets with which I walked, they were almost deserted because they were far away from the main pedestrian street along the sea. At one point they passed me two SUVs. I thought that before, when I waited before rental at the airport, I saw similar cars.

The night was hot, I was drunk, my birthday was over and generally everything was not right. I turned when the pavement turned up he finished, and realized that I didn't know where I was. Damn me and my orientation. I looked around and all I saw was blinding lights of oncoming cars.