Rival Hearts

The night was alive with the city's electric pulse. A sleek black limousine glided through the bustling streets of Milan, its windows tinted, offering a veil of anonymity to its occupant. Inside, Anya, a strikingly beautiful woman with a body that could launch a thousand ships, was a vision of calculated allure. Her destination was the Excelsior, a titan of Milanese luxury.

As the car pulled up to the hotel's imposing facade, Anya stepped out, her presence commanding attention. The hotel, a masterpiece of neoclassical architecture, stood as a testament to opulence. Its facade, bathed in warm golden lights, mirrored the city's vibrant energy.

A uniformed attendant, his bearing as polished as the brass buttons on his coat, approached Anya with a deferential bow. "Welcome to the Excelsior, madam," he said, his voice smooth as velvet. "How may I assist you?"

Anya offered a dazzling smile, her eyes gleaming with a mix of confidence and calculation. "I'd like to see Mr. Luca Moretti," she replied, her voice low and husky, carrying a hint of a seductive purr.

The attendant's expression remained impassive, but his eyes flickered with curiosity. "Certainly, madam. Do you have an appointment?"

Anya paused, feigning surprise. "An appointment? No, I believe Mr. Moretti is expecting me."

The attendant hesitated, clearly unsure how to proceed. He glanced at Anya again, taking in her striking appearance and the aura of confidence that surrounded her. Finally, he nodded. "Very well, madam. If you would please wait in the lobby, I shall inquire about Mr. Moretti's availability."

Anya nodded gracefully, her eyes never leaving the attendant's face. As he turned to make the call, she couldn't suppress a small smile. The game was afoot.

With a practiced nonchalance, Anya strolled towards the hotel's opulent lobby. The space was a masterpiece of design, with marble floors, towering columns, and crystal chandeliers casting a soft, ethereal glow. As she waited for the attendant's return, she scanned the room, taking in the luxurious surroundings. It was a world away from her own, a world of excess and indulgence.

    A few minutes later, the attendant returned, a discreet smile playing on his lips. "Mr. Moretti is expecting you, madam," he said, handing her a keycard. "His suite is on the top floor."

Anya took the keycard with a graceful nod, her anticipation rising. She thanked the attendant and made her way to the elevators. As the doors closed, she couldn't resist a glance at her reflection in the polished steel. She was ready.

The elevator ascended silently, the numbers on the display growing larger with each passing second. Anya felt a surge of adrenaline as she approached the top floor. Stepping out into the hallway, she was met with a scene of opulence. The walls were adorned with modern art, and the floor was covered in a plush, deep-pile carpet.

Finally, she reached Luca Moretti's suite. It was a door of solid wood, imposing and imposing. She took a deep breath and inserted the keycard. The door swung open, revealing a world of masculine luxury.

The suite was vast, dominated by dark wood and sleek, modern furnishings. Large windows offered a panoramic view of the city, but the thick velvet curtains were drawn, creating an atmosphere of intimacy. The air was thick with the scent of expensive cologne and a hint of something more primal. A roaring fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding to the room's air of opulence.

In the center of the room was a king-sized bed, covered in crisp white linens. A wet bar stocked with premium liquors stood against one wall, and a state-of-the-art entertainment system dominated another. The overall effect was one of masculine sophistication, a space designed for both pleasure and power.

              As Anya stepped into the suite, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The stage was set. All that was left was to play her part. Looking around the room, there was no trace of Luca and she rolled her eyes.

“Luca baby?” she called out, she could hear the sound of splashing waters coming from the bathroom.

“Oh….” She mouthed as she made her way to sit on the bed.