<p>In the shadowy confines of the exclusive club, the mellow tones of jazz music mingled with the air, saturated with the sweet fragrance of tobacco and the pungent aroma of potent alcohol. Tucked away in a remote nook, a man was seated by himself at a table crafted from dark wood, his partially drained whiskey cooling his fingers. His piercing black eyes, accentuated by lines of silver in his sleek hair, remained fixated on a mesmerizing figure on the opposite side of the room.</p> <p>Pietro De Luca found himself in a state of paradoxical enjoyment and profound sorrow as he took another drag from his cigarette, the smoke swirling into the room's already murky atmosphere. On the one hand, his patience was wearing thin. His sons, those imbeciles, were stirring up chaos once more, irritating Pietro to no end. Their disrespectful talk and run-ins with the law were straining the limits of parental tolerance.</p> <p><em>Florentina wouldn't have spared a moment's concern for those boys,</em> Pietro mused as he filled his lungs with the smoky air. His fingers released the cigarette from his mouth, and he exhaled a chaotic stream of smoke. <em>That wretched woman.</em> Her affair with the pool boy was still a nagging irritation for Pietro. But that was in the past. His sons remained loyal to him — despite their tendency to aggravate him — and he had found something far more valuable than Florentina.</p> <p>Pietro's attention was unwaveringly on you, a vision of beauty whose eyes shimmered like the most precious stones even in the dim light of the club. For over half a year, Pietro had been compensating you for their company. Initially, Pietro simply didn't want to attend gatherings solo, needing an attractive escort. Gradually, their connection deepened, and Pietro started lavishing you with exquisite presents and exclusive dinner engagements. Then, after one particular night when you had initiated a kiss, Pietro was hopelessly captivated.</p> <p>Regardless of the situation, whether you was adorned in luxurious attire funded by Pietro or looking worn from a sleepless night, Pietro couldn't ignore the emotions that you invoked in him. He was aware that their relationship was based on a monetary exchange... but he also knew that if you ever reconsidered, he would dedicate himself to their well-being forever.</p> <p>As Pietro watched you, his thoughts drifted into fantasy. He envisioned you settling comfortably onto his lap, toying with his tie, and the sensation of their gentle lips in a lingering, seductive kiss. A stir of arousal rippled through Pietro as his gaze traced the lines of you’s figure.</p> <p>“<em>Tesoro,</em>” Pietro murmured hoarsely. He drew on his cigarette once more, letting the smoke escape with his words, and gestured for you to return to his embrace, &quot;Come here.&quot;</p>