Whoever coined the phrase 'desperate times call for desperate measures' was probably a time-traveling soothsayer bearing witness to the disaster that was my life.Today was day fourteen of the two weeks Giovanni had granted me to get his money.I didn't have his money. Not even close. So like the desperate person I was, I resorted to the last thing a sane person would do: I went to my father.It was ill-advised and stupid, and considering all the threats Giovanni had given me, you'd think I would understand the magnitude of the danger I was walking into.But the way I saw it, I was dead anyway if I didn't have his money by the end of today. So what was the point of not trying?I'd called my dad in the cab on the way here, and as usual, it went straight to voicemail. Since I was fully leaning into the crazy, I hadn't asked the cabbie to turn around. Now here I was, in front of my father's mansion, hat in hand and ready to do whatever it took to get the money.Gazing longingly through t
GIOVANNIElaine's house was even more pathetic than the description I'd received.The paint on the outside was peeling, one part of the roof was tilting at an unnatural angle, and a good layer of dust covered the entire thing. And that was just the outside. I could only imagine what the inside looked like.I wouldn't let my dog sleep here, let alone a grown woman with a young child.I kept my disgust to myself as I took a drag from the cigarette in my hand, surveying the house through the tinted lenses of my sunglasses.It'd been two weeks and a day since I'd given Elaine the ultimatum. She'd failed to produce my money, and now I was here to collect what was due to me, one way or another.There was no avoiding me now. I knew she was at home. I also learned from my informants that she was barely scraping by, even though she'd taken up the weirdest and oddest jobs she could find in the past two weeks.Different thoughts and questions swirled in my head as I continued smoking, watching a
ELAINE "You'll put on a little show for me. Take your clothes off and touch yourself. I want to see you come."To say I was shocked by Giovanni's order would be the understatement of the year.I knew he was bringing trouble as soon as he kicked my door in and stormed his way inside, but I would've never thought he'd insist on this.Even though common sense and propriety told me to call his bluff and run as fast as I could, my traitorous body was excited at the prospect of being naked in front of him. For him.I couldn't deny that despite the bitter spat we were currently in the middle of, his staring at me with those devilishly hooded eyes inflamed my red-hot attraction for him that I thought I'd buried all those years ago.Insanely embarrassed by where my thoughts were going, I reached behind me and drew down the zipper of my skirt.By then, I'd managed to quell my tears. There would be no more weeping for today."You can do this, Elaine," I muttered to myself before I let go of my
GIOVANNI This woman was going to be the death of me.I'd once again underestimated how powerfully seductive she was.I'd gone to her apartment intending to get my money, and one look at those doe eyes made me lose my composure and all control over my dick.I just had to have her.Although she protested at touching herself in front of me, I was pleasantly surprised to see she did it without much coaxing from me.And Dio mio, (my God) was it a breathtaking sight to behold.Watching Elaine with her head thrown back, moaning in pleasure, felt like injecting coke straight into my veins. I almost came right there without even touching my dick. I knew that image would forever be burnt into my memory, no doubt coming out to torture me at night."Good day, passengers. This is Captain Gregg speaking. Please fasten your seatbelts as we begin our ascent." The pilot's voice over the speaker brought me out of my reverie.We were in the soft, warm interior of my private plane on our way to Paris, w
ELAINEWe landed in Paris about an hour ago and were driving through the vibrant streets of Paris on the way to Giovanni's house.I hadn't known this was our destination until we pulled up to the gated estate. As we drove, I stared in awe at the stunning mansions we passed.I was grateful Giovanni had opted to take a different car and leave me with his two buff bodyguards. It allowed me to openly feel the awe from seeing such magnificence that was obviously all over my face.I noted armed guards in black patrolling every giant house we passed. Living here must cost a fortune. No wonder Giovanni owned property here. Just another reason to flaunt his massive wealth.Mixed feelings of anger and giddiness enveloped my stomach as his name popped into my head. The man blew hot and cold, and it was confusing the hell out of me.One minute he was sweet as pie, comforting me when the roar of the plane terrified me, showing me that he was capable of tenderness. The next moment he was brushing m
GIOVANNIThe car lurched to a stop, and jerked my eyes open.I could feel the three glasses of vodka I'd had at my meeting, but I wasn't drunk. I couldn't afford to be for what was waiting for me tonight.The car stopped just outside the mansion's doors, and I stepped out with Stone by my side. The world swayed for a minute, but after a second, I was stable."Are you still going to check out the problem at the club, sir?" the guard asked.I waved his question off. "We'll take care of that problem tomorrow. Right now, my sweet bella is waiting for me in bed. I won't miss that for the world."Stone smirked and crossed his arms. "At this hour? She might be asleep, padrone. (Boss)."I sent him a glare before heading up the stairs and through the threshold of the mansion. Ignoring everything else, I climbed the spiral staircase and straight down the silent hall to Elaine's door."Cazzo!" I cursed as I tried the handle, and it didn't budge. It was locked.It pissed me off she had the nerve
ELAINEFear.That's all I feel when Giovanni mentions my little boy. My sweet little boy.“I don't know what game you're playing, Giovanni,” I stammered through my wildly beating heart. “But you need to leave my son out of it.”“Then you need to comply,” he growled. “So that doesn't happen. Follow my instructions like the good little toy you are, and we won't have any problems.”Unshed tears burned in the back of my eyes. That wasn't nearly as painful as swallowing my pride and nodding my agreement. “Okay, fine. Whatever you want. Just leave my boy out of this.”When he threatened my little boy, I had no other choice but to concede and do what he said. He started to undo the delicate little buttons holding the pink nightie I was wearing together. I couldn't hold back my tears anymore. They broke free and slipped down my face.As Giovanni worked, I hated how my body responded to his every touch. My nipples hardened and strained at the fabric of the nightie, begging for attention from h
ELAINE It had been three days since that first night of our arrangement. As Giovanni had told me, a nice-looking female doctor had stopped by. While she was pleasant and smiled throughout, getting her to say much was impossible while she worked on me with cold, robotic hands. She checked me for infections—telling me what I already knew about being clean—and injecting me with a short-acting contraceptive that'd last the duration of our arrangement. When she was done with me, I tried to discreetly ask about Giovanni's sexual health. All she would give me in her halting English was that he was clean. After the doctor's visit and the green light to have unprotected sex, it seemed Giovanni's sex drive became insatiable. We had sex all through the night and again the next night when he returned from wherever he went in the daytime. As usual, after we both came, he'd get up, clean himself up and leave me be. Any form of intimacy we had during sex diffused quickly. He'd leave me for th