Chapter 8

Giovanni Rossi and Alexei Dostoyevsky recognized each other, having had past dealings together. While they were not the best of friends, they knew each other. Fortunately for them, Myra was far away and had not noticed the connection between the two men.

"Are you alright, Alexei? Is everything sorted out?" she asked, worried.

"I'm fine. I was just about to talk to him," Alexei replied.

He explained the situation to Giovanni concerning the car blocking the road and the urgency they were in. Giovanni apologized, pretending not to know Alexei, understanding that in the same situation, he would have acted the same way.

"Are those your friends over there?" Giovanni asked, eager to apologize to them.

"No, that's my little brother and sister," Myra replied.

Myra was noticeably shorter than the man standing beside her, Alexei, her fiancé. Giovanni couldn't help but compare their height difference to that of "Beauty and the Beast," smiling slightly.

Myra looked like a young girl in her twenties, although she was approaching thirty, rather small and slim, with delicate curves and an elegant appearance. She has an angular face and fine features, testifying to her Slavic beauty. Her blonde hair cascades down her shoulders, framing her delicate face and highlighting her sparkling green eyes.

Her complexion is fair and luminous, accentuating the softness of her features and highlighting her high, slightly pink cheekbones. Her plump, well-defined lips add a touch of sensuality to her face, while the freckles scattered on her nose and cheeks give her a natural charm and an aura of shyness.

Myra has a light and graceful walk, and her soft, melodic voice resonates gracefully when she speaks. She exudes an aura of mystery and sensitivity, attracting the attention of all who meet her gaze. Despite her undeniable beauty, Myra remains humble and discreet, preferring to let her actions speak louder than her appearance.

"You don't need to apologize," Myra explained. "Just move your car."

"I insist on apologizing," Giovanni insisted. "I don't like to owe anyone. Not apologizing would weigh on my conscience, being at fault. So, I insist on apologizing!"

"Fine," Alexeï replied, following them. His bodyguard wanted to accompany them, but Giovanni signaled for him to stay back.

Aaron and Kira were still having fun, teasing each other, tickling each other, when Myra interrupted them by calling them in a commanding tone.

The two turned to see a stranger in front of them, tall and imposing. Almost intimidating.

Aaron and Giovanni's gazes met, and...

Giovanni's gaze was fixed on Aaron, unable to tear his eyes away from this supernatural beauty that seemed to glow with a divine light. His heart raced, beating so hard in his chest that he feared it might explode. An intense heat took hold of his entire body, sending shivers down his spine in waves. He couldn't look away from him.

Aaron's eyes were a deep blue that seemed to pierce Giovanni's soul, staring at him with a disturbing intensity that left him defenseless, drawing him towards an unknown but irresistible abyss. Every flutter of his eyelashes, every movement of his delicate lips, seemed to exude an aura of sensuality that enveloped Giovanni, igniting a burning desire within him.

Giovanni could feel his heart racing as his gaze took in every detail of Aaron's face. The dazzling glow of his almost silver-white hair drew Giovanni in like a magnet, carrying him away in a whirlwind of desire and passion that he had never felt before.

His whole being seemed to light up in Aaron's presence, and Giovanni struggled to contain the emotion welling up inside him. He could almost feel the warmth of Aaron's skin against his, the sweet taste of his lips, and the intoxicating scent of his cologne. This chance encounter had awakened a part of Giovanni that he didn't know existed.

Giovanni knew that in that moment, something had shifted within him.