ARDENTLY ENSNARED

" She became his soul's dominion, when they were in their own oblivious."

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Zianna POV

" Are you fine? "

He asked in concerned tone, his deep tone kept me out of fuzziness  , pushing in completely, my fingers that were clutching the sheets , ready to tear it apart as i was finally loosing my virginity on my eighteenth birthday under the influence of a club game and alcohol plus the person i am with is a hotie.

I can feel his stiffen muscles and well build body over me.

It all started with a dirty game in a club named as " find your one night stand " And the rules applied are, we were put into a blindfold then pick up a random man or woman, if we further agree , we go inside the room otherwise we can deny.

And guess what? I agreed, i had been completely drunk that my eyes weren't ready to ajar, and the man they chose for me had good muscular and tall body, i felt it when his body got attached to mine as we entered the luxurious suite.

I was desperate for this moment, money was something that can get you anything plus i was assured that the so called blind date of mine belongs to a rich class of the society otherwise he won't be able to afford the dust of this club.

Mainly, my friends who were older told me one night stands are all about kinks and unhealthy sex where they don't care about feeling and agony.

But all of my illusions died when this man started to make love to me after i told him about my situation. Maybe he was a Virgin too or he was respectable towards women.

We were so into the moment that we forgot to ask each other's name too.

He didn't force me into it, he asked me several times, he kept on asking if i was ready, he kept on checking on me, he didn't call me with nasty names, his gentle touch was magical, if this is what sex is, i would love to have it again and again.

My dazy eyes couldn't see his face completely in the dim warm light of this exqusite suite, he was quite intoxicated too, but he never go with the aggressive flow which i have seen in porns.

" Y.. Yes, wait a second "

I asked for time to adjust, he pulled me in his embrace , leaving soft , longer kisses on my shoulder and earlobes, he never kissed me on my lips, not once during the whole process.

Maybe he was saving it for the love of his life or he thinks i would not appreciate it.

But who cares. I got what i desired from the day , knew about intimacy, the most exciting moment, I was a little afraid but there was hope to find someone good and I was actually blessed with best.

" Move"

I mumbled ,panting , buckling up my hips and he started to devour me again, i tried to keep my orbs wide open, to see his face but all i could see is eyes fixed on me tenderly and some blurry knife tattoo on his broad shoulder, his movement was making it too difficult for me to concentrate.

" You are ineffable, selene"

His words danced in my hazed head but no one ever appreciated me this way, the way he looked at me, the way he called me, selene, he think of me like that or does he talk to every girl like that, just then he kissed me, getting my mind back on him.

Oh God! He tastes sweetest, i am already addicted, wrapping my arms around his sweaty back, raising my head , deepening the kiss, he tangled his tongue with mine while his hips never stopped.

His hand reached between us where he gave a pinch to my clit and i came on spot with a loud toe curling, moan. I love it, i freaking love it. Even though i was drunken yet i will remember this night forever.

" You did, good "

He appreciated and stopped thrusting with a groan as he came into the condom, but he didn't roll on the other side of bed, he dropped his head in my neck, panting heavily, i was on verge of dozing off still i tangled my arm around his neck more tightly.

It didn't take much time for alcohol and exhaustion to consume me but his incomprehensible words  rang into my ears that were sounding so melancholic.

" This night is bliss in my despair. "

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Present:

" Madame "

Head maid sofie's  voice rang in my ear along with the disrupted door knocking as if someone died, waking me up from the dream which was a real incident, five years ago.

This damn dream again. His dream. His voice still rang in my head, those intoxicated eyes, that tattoo, i can't forget it. I have had this dream for the last 4 years continuously, every night, after he got....

Fuck.

I rubbed my face  removing the blanket over my body, wrapped in black satin, v neck mini night gown, taking a long stretch, gaping at the alarm clock which was showing 9:54 AM, Sunday.

Mornings in Italy were my favorite, i love living here, focusing on my brand, The suntoso , partying, going to galas and doing charity. Since dad was in Korea to handle his business, i modelled in few of his campaigns but right now i can relax and handle my shit here.

" Please open the door there is an emergency "

Ugghh, i got from the bed, opening the door letting sofie enter with Layla, my best friend as well as my secretary. A well mainted, fitness freak, Turkish by origin, I met her here in our fashion college , since then she was my best friend and my supporter.

The Suntoso, was my idea with my investment while Layla was one who arranged everything. She look after staff and management while i focus on better service and clients.

I believe soon it will be the number one luxurious gifting brand of the whole Europe.

Sofie was my mother's choice maid in her 40s, she comes with me everywhere, actually she was my mother's spy who gives all my whereabouts to her since my mom was too possessive of me.

While my dad, a busy bean, never cared, he loves me but he was busy building the already  build up business of our ancestors. He was either on business trips or in his office, if neither of them then, he and my mom were in their own world of love, their honeymoon phase never ended even after twenty five years of their wedding.

Although , after growing up among the people who are crazily in love, my parents, Their friends, my friends with their partners yet love was something strange and unknown to me.

I won't believe it until i feel it, that's my policy.

" Who died? "

I asked lazily to sofie, hugging the shoulders of Layla whose eyes widen watching my ruthless words but what one can do, everything is more than huge for sofie, always exaggerating and shouting.

" How do you know, madame? "

She asked with shocked face, pouted lips, pale face and fingers tangling with each other.

I gave Layla a ' what the fuck' look but she was shocked too, first time she wasn't in her professional clothes but in her night dress, without her ipad just a landline phone in her hand.

Layla also stays with me in this mansion, she has her own apartment which she shares with her boyfriend but most of the time we have to work so she stays .

" Cut the crap, sofie and spill"

She was the most naive woman i met ever, she travelled all over the world with me still acts like so immature. Always panicked, hurried and annoying. I don't know why mom likes her so much as my personal caretaker.

" It's ok, i will tell her"

Layla spoke in between making sofie more hyper, as if she will burst of they don't spill the news they got. I rolled my eyes, sitting on the bed waiting for them to start.

" Hyesoon just called, he called you too"

Jung Hyesoon. My childhood best friend, we met at the age of five at an award ceremony where his mother received the business achiever award  in place of his real father Robert Torres, who died only a few months ago.

Then we started going to the same school, then the same gym, the same college but he refused to stay in Italy five years ago so he went back to Korea to his mother and i stayed here. However it doesn't affected our friendship anyways.

" What happened? "

I asked in serious tone, picking up my phone which had few missed calls from Hyesoon, my mom and a text from the guy i went on date last night, asking to meet again for ' some fun' i refused yesterday .

Not my type, i love it when these boys who show attitude to every good girl, come behind me for some fun, thinking i am going to tolerate their narcissistic ego.  Poor them, ends up getting rejected by me.

" He called me too"

I said , bitting my lips, thinking of calling him back but before i could Layla spill the news which made all the momentum stop around me. My body got filled with another kind of feeling, a sense between contentment and bombshell.

My eyes stayed on the phone, fingers stopped in the air but the side of my lips tucked up, forming a small smirk hearing the latest news.

" Mrs. Jung, died last midnight. "

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Author note:

I always wanted to write a female characters mixed of protagonist and antagonist. So meet Zianna.

And here's our story begins, there will so many secrets unveiled at every part, stay tuned.

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