Her laugh... was crisp and light, and I could feel her lips on mine, full and soft like pouting silky pillows. It was like a delicious dream, so far yet so close.

We shared few words and laughs, but I couldn't take my gaze away from hers, like chocolate, draining me in a soothing feeling every time we locked eyes. I smashed my lips on hers again, and she gasped but followed my moves.

Just seconds... she was on me, she felt perfect on me. I couldn't help myself... I dragged my hands all over her back and ass. What a perfect round ass.

She broke the kiss.... please don't.

"I.... I think we should stop." she said breathless, holding my face with her small hands. He lips swelled, I felt proud that I was the cause of her shocked, sexy look on her face. I smiled wildly.... never thought anyone could look this turned on by a kiss.

"You really think so?" I said, squeezing her ass. Her face turned more red, she looked like she doesn't control her body as she was grinding me nonstop. I heard her little curse as she crushed my face again kissing more hard.

I grabbed her even more, her little hand slowly moved to my shirt landing on the belt right above my...

"JOHN RICHARD LIGHTWOODS! GET YOUR ASS UP!"I bolted upright. Never been shocked more in my life. Loud knocks on my door followed again by Harrison's loud voice. "Man, I have been knocking and calling you for 30 minutes! come on!"

Fucking loud, too loud. I got up and unlocked the main door of the Villa. Harrison's voice was still as loud as before. "Why did you change the locks number?"

"You're not my assistant anymore, why are you here?" His curses filled the house. I ignored him and went to take a shower. I looked down and sighed. Ever since that night on the rooftop weeks ago, I have the same dream. Me and Valeria on that bench, talking and laughing and then making out.

It feels weird how it get me that hard from just a kiss and a grind. Fucking hard, almost painful to even stay under this freezing cold water. I fucking hate how she captivated my whole life for weeks and I don't even know who is she.

I always fucked blondes, never a brunette but this one is just.... a dream, a very delicious dream.

"I couldn't find her anywhere, no one with the name Valeria was at the party. Are you sure you weren't just drunk?" Benjamin said and looked at his brother who was chuckling beside me.

I glared at Harrison and he stopped, looking away. "I wasn't drunk, she was there."

Benjamin shrugged and walked to toward the ball after hitting his third stroke. I never hated golf more than today. I told Benjamin about Valeria the next day of that event, as the tech freak he is, he could pull up any information about anyone. His talent was even used with the government. Yet this fucker couldn't find her anywhere!

"Look, I will try again but I don't think she even gave you a real name." I was about to say something when he stopped me. "And no one with her description was spotted in the event and nothing on the CCTV as well."

My Valeria... Where are you?