Chapter 7: WE DON’T KNOW WHO SHE IS
Dante could remember that they had a wild night yesterday. And for the first time, he had let a woman come so near to him, and get one with his body and soul. He had never let any woman get clingy with him, feeling repulsive. But last night, he had no felt much repulsive surprisingly. And thinking about it, a smirk graced on his good looking face.
He could remember that her smell, and voice was so intoxicating last night, making him give up all his restraint. But no matter how much he tried, Dante couldn't remember her face.
Just then there was a knock on his door, and his men walked in the room, headed by a man in the front. The man who was in the front nodded his head, saying, "Good morning, Boss."
"Hm." Dante just nodded his head, and looked away, stretching his arms as a smile was still there on his lips, as he remembered what had happened last night.
After a little while, still with his back turned towards them, he asked, "So, she left?" Though, it was evident.
"Yes, Sir." Calix, his right hand man, and assistant answered dutifully. And Dante hmm-ed in return. Then the more he thought of it, the more wider his smile turned and finally couldn't keeping himself from asking, "Who is she? What is her name?" After all, Dante wouldn't just not want to know who he had slept with for the very first time in his life.
And at this question, Calix kept quiet for a moment, looking a little conflicted, before he answered, "Boss, we don't know."