Chapter [2]

Chapter [2]

Noah Blanco Corsini pov:

I was on the flight back to Italy. My country. My hometown where I grew up and where I lived most of my life.

I wanted to check on my airlines. I always did surprise checks once per month or sometimes more. But this time was totally different. Something weird happened and I didn't know if it was good, bad or silly to even think back to that moment.

While I was talking with the president of the airline inside the plane. Yes, as a busy man like me, I didn't have much time to meet later. I know that everything was going well but I wanted to make sure of that myself.

At that moment, a very hot and beautiful girl yelled out of the blue complaining about the loud noises that came from us. She scolded me as no one ever did before and it seemed like she didn't know who I was because she didn't look Italian. She wasn't supposed to rush up into such a quarrel without asking who I was; it was rather impolite and idiotic on her part.

Even if she had no knowledge at all, she had eyes to know the category we fell under I mean it was obvious to the blind that I looked like a very rich businessman. Therefore, it was strange that she threw the water in my face with no fear or even blinked at all. On the contrary, she smirked with boldness and didn't move a budge.

I was kind of speechless but impressed and she got all my attention. I should have slapped her face at least or choke until she lost the ability to breathe and beg me for forgiveness but I just praised her beauty instead.

Her angelic hot features were breathtaking. Something I have never seen in my life. In addition to that, she insulted me and that would be the first mistake in my life to be recorded in the history.

Even men couldn't ever dare to face me or look at me eye to eye. But she did it and she simply shocked me when she said I was handsome and hot.

I have no idea why she did that, that was like slipped words through her tongue but she got me there.

Without any previous notice and out of blue, she dragged herself back to her chair and ignored my eyes. Could she be shy? Embarrassed?! But how? She was just nagging and yelling shamelessly. I peeked at her but all I saw were her red cheeks and her fingers playing with few strands of her long hair as if she was daydreaming about something happening in bed. Yeah, I do have a dirty mind but I always hit the right spot.

I discontinued talking about business all the way back to Italy because I didn't find myself in the mood to continue. I just cemented my eyes on her all the time, observing her and, waiting for her to make any move.

I wanted to stand up from my seat badly and sit next to her but I couldn't. Maybe because I thought she would make a move. I wasn’t used to trailing women; they used to kiss my feet and beg me to sleep with them.

Few hours passed by peacefully and silently. Once we landed, she disappeared as if she never existed. I asked the manager of the airlines to find her name and all the details about her which was so easy because she was a foreigner and she already booked the ticket with her passport.

I got into the limo and went directly to the grand hotel that I owned. I was lucky I guess because I met that woman again. She was yelling at the receptionist.

I hastened to her and placed my arms on the counter "Hey, you. Don't you have another way instead of yelling? Can't you talk like normal people?" I raised my eyebrow, gazing at her. She ignored me and didn't even glance back. I felt humiliated and I nudged her shoulder with my fingers. She slapped back my hand.

She turned her head slowly to me and crossed her arms over her chest "Why are you everywhere I go? Don't you have something else to do instead of talking to a beautiful woman like me?" she huffed.

Oh my lord! I wanted to slap her mouth. No, maybe a rough kiss would be much better. What a dirty mind I have?!

'No, sexy girl. I just fuck beautiful women like you' I said in my mind while showing her a huge smirk.

I shrugged my shoulders, "I should ask you the same. Why are you everywhere I own?"

She narrowed her eyebrows. "Oh nonsense! Really?! Do you own Italy?" she mumbled with a small snort. I found it cute and sexy as hell actually but only in bed baby.

"I do, 70% of Italy is mine,." I blundered out.

She threw me looks of disbelief. "Could you please shut the f'ck up. I'm not interested in you. I'm here because I reserved a room and the recipient says that there's no empty room! So, I'm already mad enough to squeeze your balls and smash this hotel over your pretty head," she shouted and turned her head to the receptionist again as if she never heard that the hotel was mine. Or maybe she is stupid! But I don't think so. To hell with her! I have never been rejected by any woman before.

I slammed the counter with my hand and groaned. "Hey, you listen to me. I'm uninterested in you too. Good luck with your reservation."

I stepped away but she muttered, "Well, I think I will go and search for a room in another hotel."

I glanced at her dragging her bags and suddenly, I said, "Wait, you could stay here tonight in my suite." Dammit! What did I just say! She might think that I was trying to seduce her.

She rubbed her chin "Oh, great. What about you?" she raised her eyebrows.

She made me tremble somehow with her eyes. Sometimes she looked so shy and sometimes unashamed. I stared for a while with no answer. I was dazzled by her. She was the first woman who attracted and affected me.

She blurted out. "Well, I guess you could stay with me tonight until you find me an empty room. But don't dare to touch me or I will cut off your precious member that lays between your legs. Got that handsome?"! She said rudely and arrogantly. But somehow I tried to curb my chuckle.

"I won't touch you and the suite is very big. There are two bathrooms and two beds. Don't even dream of me." I threw her with a sheepish smile.

She looked up and down at me and pushed her bags towards me. "Fine, carry these bags to your suite. I will follow you. I'm tired because your Italian airline was too noisy and uncomfortable. I felt like I was on a public bus, not a plane," she commanded me sternly, eyeballing me and gesturing with her head to me to lift up her bags. Did she think I was her servant?!

My men were speechless and staring at me, possibly thinking I would kill her. I rounded my fist angrily and even my veins wanted to jump out of my skin. Then I hollered to my men. "Bring those bags to my suite now. Why are all of you staring like idiots?!"

She shook her head with a smirking smile and patted on my shoulder. "You know, you should calm down or you will die of a heart attack at an early age. Or your nerves will explode," she said calmly but the coldness of her words made me boil again.

I don't know why I didn't beat her. I don't know why I offered her my suite. No other woman was permitted to step inside this suite, even every woman I had sex with. I was always using another room or one of my spare houses.

I walked to the elevator and she followed me. She acted weirdly and I don't know why she accepted to stay with a stranger easily. I don't know why she acts rudely and arrogantly. I don't even know her name.

My men followed us to the elevator and she stepped inside with me then she leaned down to my neck, smelling my perfume.

I raised my brows "What? Do you like my perfume?!" I asked arrogantly.

She scrunched her nose. "Actually you need to take a bath, you stink! Sweating!"

'God! I wanted to pull her slutty tongue out of her mouth!'