The Taste of Seduction

Marcus felt a wave of conflicting emotions wash over him. Skepticism and doubt still lingered, but the possibility of finding Diana pulled at his heartstrings. He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before responding.

"Fine, let's meet," Marcus finally replied, his voice steady but laced with a tinge of anxiety. "Where and when?"

"If you want the information I have, see me by ten at the Hotel Casablanca" she said with a tough voice, "And it is not free, so come prepared to exchange the information with something which I am sure you can afford" she said with a tone that brokered no argument.

"If I do not see you by then I would assume that you are not interested, take care of yourself," she said with a gentle voice as she abruptly dropped the call.

Marcus scribbled down the information on a nearby notepad, his mind racing with a mix of hope and apprehension.

Realizing that he only had less than twenty five minutes to be the location Sophia requested, he couldn't help but swear "Fuck, not now of all times"

He hurriedly told Atlas that there might be a friend who might have a lead, and she wanted to see him in minutes. Atlas suggested they go together, but he refused since he already offended her on the call, so he might as well go alone to clear the issue and get the information he needed.

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The night was black, and the road lay before Marcus like an empty canvas. The usual bustling traffic had dwindled, leaving the streets a hint of hushed anticipation. Each step he took felt deliberate and cautious, as if the weight of the world rested upon his shoulders.

For a moment, Marcus couldn't shake off the nagging suspicion that Sophia might have orchestrated Diana's disappearance. He knew they had a complicated history, and their past disagreements had often been intense, but the idea of Sophia going to such extreme lengths seemed far-fetched. After all, she was a successful, proud business woman with her own empire to tend to.

As he drove towards Casablanca, his mind wandered through the possibilities. Perhaps Diana had encountered some trouble on her own, unrelated to Sophia. Yet, the timing of Sophia's call couldn't be ignored, leaving a lingering doubt in his heart.

Handing his keys to the nearby chauffeur, Marcus quickened his pace as he made his way towards the bustling bar area. His eyes darted around, searching for any sign of Sofia. After circling the bar twice, his heart sank as he realized she wasn't there. Disappointment threatened to consume him, but he refused to give up.

Taking out his phone, he dialed her number, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. After a few rings, she finally picked up, her voice filled with glee.

"Oh! I see you don't want to come I guess" Sofia asked, her voice laced with a seeming gloating that he seemed to not understand.

"I have gone round the bar a number of times, where are you?" he asked as he felt he was being toyed around, a trace of dissatisfaction evident in her voice. "I'm in suite 4, if you are interested in what I have here, come over. We can't talk in the bar" she said with a voice betraying her happiness and joy.

Unable to determine if he should turn back or should continue at the moment, Marcus steeled his heart to go as she really had a hold over him since he needed the information she had. He really couldn't afford to gamble, "every meat is needed when hungry no matter how small," he thought to himself.

As he reached the door of the suite, he gently muttered a word of prayer and prayed that things go well since this situation really was going to look questionable. He pushed open the door which shew that she was expecting to come and had intentionally left it open.

Sofia was seated on a plush couch, the soft fabric beneath her caressing her skin. She was dressed in a stunning mini gown adorned with a delicate floral pattern, its colors harmonizing with her radiant beauty. The gown hugged her curves in all the right places, highlighting all her features accentuating her slender figure.

The fabric gracefully cascaded down her thighs, revealing glimpses of her flawless, porcelain legs that were crossed elegantly over one another.

The gown boasted a long zipper that ran the entire length of the back, adding an alluring touch to the ensemble. The intricate design of the zipper seemed to mirror the intricate emotions swirling within her. It was as if the gown held secrets, waiting to be revealed with the slightest pull of the zipper.

Although he had no intention of complimenting or causing her feelings to sway, he couldn't help stare at the beauty he saw seated. She noticed his stunned look and flashy a gentle smile as she placed the wine glass in her hand on the table while she walked gracefully to his while holding his gaze on her body.

As soon as he realized that she was already in front of him and placed a hand on his chest, she flashed a wider smile at his countenance at trying to regain his manners.

"Sorry for that temporary loss of myself," he said with a polite smile. She nodded at him and turned to the door to lock it. Perplexed about why she was locking the door, Marcus turned to ask for a reason but she already started to walk back.

Not able to hold his thoughts and questions, "hey sofia, why did you lock the door after I closed it? Can we start talking about why I am here now? I really need to go find her as soon as possible," he sprouted out questions he had on his mind as he turned to face her.

Sofia scrunched her face in anger as she began with a frosty glare, "no good evening, no you are looking beautiful or nice, no compliments after staring for so long, no hello, what the hell is wrong with you?

"Do you understand that I am a lady too? And one that loves you at that too. Are you really that insensitive or you are just deciding to be a jerk?" She questioned with a look as one that has been bullied. Marcus was confused at the accusations and was suddenly at a loss of words.

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