Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Fabiola

So I need this market, I want to be the exclusive reseller of this precious stone in the world.

The godfather, Australian, is Isaac Wilson, better known by the nickname "the Devil".

I find him sitting in an armchair and behind him are several armed men. I stop in the middle of the room waiting to be searched, although looking at myself, where can I hide a weapon?

After the search of my men and myself, I sit down in front of him, he is imposing and very handsome.

- Welcome to my home.

- Thank you for welcoming us, Can I see the goods?

- You seem to be in a hurry?

- I don't beat around the bush in general. I'm direct and that's why

that I always go straight to the point.

I'm here to see the stones, I didn't come all this way to talk about the rain and the good weather.

So where is the merchandise?

He asks someone to bring the suitcases.

The two suitcases arrive, he opens them, and I call my gem specialist. The specialist sits down and inspects the stones one by one.

After an hour of inspection, we discuss the price of these, after that

we agree on the next deliveries.

When everything was concluded, I made the transfer

silver . Then he invites me to drink at the club.

I ask Jorgi to take the precious stones to go home. I will be there tomorrow.

In the club, we are well settled, after a few drinks, “el Diablo” asks to leave.

I stay to drink a little, with my guards

I see a man leaning on the bar.

Fucking mess, but what a God of beauty. He is irresistible, I give him a little wave, he lifts his glass.

Then he walks towards me, my guards keep him at a distance. I asked them to let him pass, which they did.

He comes and sits next to me, he has an effect on me, damn he's magnificent, I'm going to devour this one tonight.

After several drinks we leave for my hotel, as soon as the room door closes, we throw ourselves on each other, we devour each other like starving people.

He kisses me from head to toe, I am like a guitar that resonates to his touch, I vibrate like a cell phone under the assaults of his tongue. I cum several times under his fingers and his tongue.

When he finally makes me his, I believe that I must have died and been reborn, this sensation that brings light into my darkness. I am obsessed by this tornado of emotion which overwhelms me, invades me and destroys everything in its path.

Who are you to make me upset like this? I am lost in the twists and turns of sensations. It was the most magical night of my life, I will never forget it.

The next morning he had left, when and where? I can't say, but my bed was empty. Usually it's me who kicks them out. But today, he is the one who left, without a word, a note.

Where did you go ? Why didn't you stay and thrill me one last time?

I board my Jet leaving for my country, with a heavy heart.

To God, beautiful stranger, I hurt because I won't see you again.