LOGINThe door had barely closed behind Alessandro when silence settled over the office.I stood still for a moment, listening to the fading sound of his footsteps in the hallway. The room still carried the warmth of his presence—the lingering tension of the moment we had shared just minutes before. My fingers brushed lightly against my lips, and a faint blush crept across my cheeks as the memory replayed in my mind.He told me to stay.So I stayed.At first, I simply sat in the chair near his desk, trying to calm my racing thoughts. The office was large and elegant, decorated in dark wood and clean lines, everything arranged with precision. It felt powerful—just like him.After a few minutes, curiosity slowly replaced my nervousness.I stood up.My eyes wandered around the room as I began to explore carefully, not touching anything important but observing everything. I walked toward the large window behind his desk and looked down at the busy city below. Cars moved in neat lines, people ru
The night had been long, warm, and filled with a kind of closeness I had never known before.Even in my sleep, I could still feel the memory of Alessandro's touch lingering on my skin, his arms wrapped protectively around me as if he never intended to let me go.When I finally opened my eyes, the room was quiet.Soft sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, painting golden patterns across the bed. The air carried the calmness of early morning, peaceful and still, as if the world itself had decided to rest after the storm of emotions from the night before.I stretched slowly, letting out a small breath as I turned instinctively to the side.My hand reached for him.But the space beside me was empty.The sheets were cool.Alessandro was gone.For a moment, I simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to shake off the lingering sleep. A faint crease formed on my forehead as realization settled in. He must have left early again—business never seemed to wait for anyone, not eve
The road was so quiet. I pulled over and looked into Alessandro's eyes. His gaze was locked onto mine, his hands slowly moving around my body.He leaned into a kiss. It wasn't rough—it was slow, deep, and passionate. We kissed for a long moment, his hands still roaming over my body, making me shiver under his touch.Then he started kissing my neck, leaving plenty of marks along my skin. I could feel his hands on my thighs, and a soft moan escaped my lips."You like it, do you?" he said to me, his voice low.I leaned closer to his ear and whispered with a small smile,"Keep going.""That's my girl," he said.I could feel his hands moving over me, touching me in ways that made my breath grow heavier as he inserted his finger inside of me. His lips continued exploring my body, sending waves of pleasure through me. I couldn't hold back the feeling, and I didn't want him to stop.It was late, and we were in the middle of the road. I didn't mind, and neithe
The grand dining hall smelled of polished wood and fresh flowers, but the air felt heavy. Every footstep echoed across the marble floors, and every movement under the chandelier's glow seemed magnified. I could feel Alessandro's hand tighten around mine as we walked in. My pulse quickened—not just from the grandeur of the room, but from the unspoken tension swirling around us.Alessandro's father sat at the head of the table, an imposing figure whose sharp eyes could cut through stone. "Sit," he said without preamble, his voice low and commanding. We obeyed.The first few minutes were polite—light conversation, greetings exchanged. But then Alessandro's father leaned back slightly, steepling his fingers. His gaze didn't leave Alessandro."I've been thinking," he said, his voice measured, "Adrian will officially join the family business. He's ready, and the position is yours to oversee—but you'll work alongside him."I felt my stomach tighten. Adrian. My ex. The man whose betrayal stil
From the large bedroom window, I could see the city already awake.Cars moved along the streets below. People hurried along the sidewalks, some rushing to work, others guiding their children toward school. The distant sound of horns and chatter floated up into the morning air.The world was busy.Alive.But inside the villa, everything felt strangely quiet.I slowly turned away from the window and walked back toward the bed. My body still felt warm from sleep, but my mind was already racing.Because all I had dreamed about the entire night… was Alessandro.His face.His voice.And the moment he had looked at me inside the car when that man walked past us.Alive.I sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed my face softly.I still couldn't believe it.He had let the man go.The same Alessandro who terrified an entire room full of grown men had chosen not to kill someone.And somehow… I knew it was because of me.I stood
Morning light slipped through the curtains, gently warming the room.I stirred slowly beneath the soft sheets, my body still heavy with sleep. For a moment, I didn't remember where I was. The quiet room, the faint scent of lavender, the warmth of the blanket—it all felt strangely peaceful.Then the memories of yesterday returned.The ocean.The laughter.The way Alessandro had carried me onto the yacht despite my protests.A small smile touched my lips before I even realized it.But the smile faded just as quickly.Why had he been so… different?The cold, distant man I married had suddenly turned into someone almost gentle.And I didn't know what to do with that.A soft knock sounded on the door.Before I could answer, the door opened slightly and one of the maids stepped inside."Good morning, madam," she said politely.I sat up slowly, pushing my hair away from my face."Good morning."She stepped closer with a warm s







