LOGINDANTE'S POV
"Any news yet?" I looked up from the file on my desk, to see Alexa poking her head through my door. I almost let out a groan. The girl was stressing me out, asking the very same question everyday, for the past three weeks. "And yet again Alexa, no." I eventually groaned, making her giggle. "It seems you want this child more than I do." "Maybe I do. The suspense is killing meeee." She cried. "Maybe we should just call them." "Patience." I bit out. "What if this whole thing turns up unsuccessful again?" "No, brother." She shook her head. "I have a strong feeling that we will be suprised this time." "We'd better be. Or who knows? I just might kill that Doctor this time around." I glared at no one in particular. "Dante, really?" Alexa shook her head in disbelief. Why was she acting like I'd actually do that? Maybe I would..... Just then, a call came in and I looked at the screen to see that it was Doctor Luigi. Oh... Wow. "Alexa....." I muttered mindlessly, standing from my seat, and stepping out from behind my work desk. "I think what you have been waiting for is finally here." I said, swiping my thumb across the answer button. "Hello?" "Mr Ferrari." He called, before releasing a sigh and giving pleasantries. "Good morning sir." "Good morning Doctor Luigi. You have news for me?" I asked, looking across the lawn from the window of my study. "Mr Ferrari....." He called again, sounding really hesitant. Right then, I knew he didn't have any good news for me. No matter how many times I was being let down this way, the disappointment always felt fresh. "Cut to the chase and tell me whatever news you have for me, Doctor. I am a very busy man." "Dante...." I heard Alexa whisper behind me, and I knew she could already tell the situation of things. Her voice held so much sympathy. "Mr Ferrari, we are so sorry." "Fine then. The procedure failed this time. How soon can another one be carried out?" I demanded, my jaw clenching. I was angry and I hated the fact that it wasn't necessarily the Doctor's fault. "Oh my...." Alexa whispered again, further making that pathetic feeling overpower me. I wanted to smash something. Badly. Hanging up the call on Doctor Luigi, I picked up the wine glass that had been on my work desk and threw it against the wall. Still, I didn't feel satiated. "Dante!" Alexa gasped. "I need to be alone. Please leave." I demanded. She stood immobile in her spot, just giving me that look of pity that I so much hated. "Dante, please....." "Now, Alexa!!!" My voice boomed, and she shook in her spot. Almost instantly, I regretted lashing out on her. Just then, my phone began ringing. I looked to see that it was Doctor Luigi. Again. What the hell did the man still want?! I'm sure he knew better than to give me words of encouragement. I didn't need them. "What is it?" I asked immediately I answered his call. "No... nothing Sir." He stuttered. "You hung up before I could..... before I could explain the actual situation on ground." "What?" A frown appeared on my face, as I wondered what more he could have to say. "Sir, we are sorry, but there may have been a mix up at the hospital." "Huh?" "What I'm trying to say, Sir, is that there may have been a bit of professional negligence on our side. We made a mistake during the procedure." "Go straight to the point, Doctor. My patience is fast running thin." "We may have inseminated your sperm into the wrong woman, Mr Ferrari." He blurted out, making everywhere go silent at once. What?! ************** I walked into the hospital, fuming with rage. Walking past the reception, I headed for Doctor Luigi's office. How the hell could these bast*rds have been so st*pid?!! The moment I stepped into his office, a jittery Doctor Luigi turned to me, backing the female Doctor he had been conversing with, before my arrival. It was so clear they had been talking about me. "Mr Ferrari......" "How did this happen?" I asked in a dead tone. "Mr Ferrari, please......" "If you love the position of your head on your neck, you wouldn't let me repeat myself, Doc." I warned, making him swallow visibly. "On that very day.... Miss Elizabeth Colombo had her appointment for 10am. But it turns out she didn't show up." "What do you mean, 'she didn't show up'?" My eyebrows kissed each other in confusion. "I mean.... we thought she did. She actually didn't show up that day. Yesterday I had called her to come for the pregnancy test, and she sounded confused. She asked why I was calling for a test, when she hadn't even shown up for the main insemination." "So what you're saying is that the surrogate your incompetent ass hired, did not show up for the procedure?! Even after receiving half of the agreed payment?" I was growing more annoyed and irritated as each second passed. "That is exactly what happened!" Doctor Luigi nodded frantically. "She didn't show up, and yet you inseminated my sperm into another woman's f*cking pussy?!" I growled. "Are you begging to have your head ripped off, Doc?" "That is what I was trying to explain." At that point, sweat had broken out on his forehead. "Another lady with the same surname; Collombo, had shown up at the hospital by 11am. Apparently, she had a different appointment for 11am. But the receptionist mistook her for the surrogate, assuming she came late, and sent her to the wrong room." No matter how this was supposed to make sense, it just didn't. "And you inseminated the wrong person? Didn't you know who you selected as my surrogate?!!" I was losing it now! "My apologies sir, but I do not carry out the procedures myself. The Endocrinologist does it." He pointed towards the female doctor that had been silent the whole time. "And a random woman let you put another man's sperm inside her, without objecting?!" I asked, wondering how much more stupid this situation could get. "Not exactly, sir." The 'endo-whatever' lady replied. "The procedure she had come for, had a similar process to that of an insemination. She wouldn't have known. And all the while, we had simply referred to her, as Miss Collombo." "And where the hell is this lady?! What is she saying about all these?" "About that sir..... She was taken for a urine test to confirm if she is....." He hesitated for a moment, before speaking. "...pregnant." Hearing that, my heart beat dropped dramatically. I had actually forgotten that this said lady could be...... Just then, the door to Doctor Luigi's office opened, and a couple of people I hadn't cared to look at, stepped in. "That's the lady, Mr Ferrari. She is the one we inseminated." Doctor Luigi pointed towards the door. I slowly turned to look at the supposed woman, and I felt the rug being pulled from under my legs. What the actual fuck?!! Collombo??EMILY'S POV My eyes almost bulged out of their sockets. It wasn't because Matteo was kissing Larissa. No. It was because of the level of angst between them. It made their kiss even more intense, and I felt my belly do that thing. She suddenly pulled away from him, panting hard. I half expected she'd slap him. I mean, telenovela style. But she didn't. "Let me go, you crazy...." She trailed off, trying to pull her wrist out of his hold. "The temerity to think you belong to anyone else other than me." He literally growled, before capturing her lips in another searing kiss. I could actually feel my ears go hot. Jesus Christ! She tried to put up more resistance, but her attempted warnings were muffled between their lips. Sooner than I had imagined, her resistance turned into soft moans, and I started to feel like I was interrupting something. My legs literally swung into action when she tugged at his pants, and he actually started unbuckling his belt. Good heav
EMILY'S POV "Dante." She called again, and his jaw ticked. "Can we talk for just a few minutes?" She asked so calmly, not fazed by how pissed he looked. She just seemed so put together in a way that... made me jealous. I hated that I felt that way, but you wouldn't blame me. This woman had a kind of aura and composure that was unmatched. She was so tall and slender, like a supermodel that stepped out of a magazine cover. And her face card, was simply lethal. I hoped Dante would just turn away from her, hold my hand and lead us to the rest of the party. But his next words had me feeling so disappointed, that it physically hurt. "Clara, please take Emily with you." Not, 'my wife'. His response had not been typically bad, but it hurt all the same. Clara gave a nod his way, before taking my hand in hers and leading me away. As we left, I turned to look at that lady one last time. She had her eyes on me already. The look in her eyes were... not actually challenging or
EMILY'S POV I couldn't help the way my skin crawled as I rushed out of the bathroom. I hated that I felt that way. I hated that I probably ruined the 'fun'. But I just couldn't help it. I prayed Dante didn't try to follow me out to the bedroom, because I didn't think I could bring myself to utter a single word to him. I quickly wore my trousers and threw on my top, not bothering with my bra. After that, I rushed out of his room and headed to mine, grateful I didn't walk past anyone along the way. The first thing I did when I got to my room, was to bath. I felt so dirty. I hadn't felt that way in a long time. I hated that feeling of... self loathing. I had battled it for such a long time. I thought I was finally over it, but... clearly, I wasn't. After stepping out of the shower, I wrapped myself in a bathrobe, not shivering from cold, but an internal kind of pain I couldn't explain. My hair was still wet, but I didn't care. I laid on my bed, the wetness seeping righ
DANTE'S POV "Take off your clothes, Emily." She remained unmoving for seconds, and I felt myself grow uncertain. "Emily..." Right then, she slowly turned to me and held my gaze. Her hand went for the zipper of her trousers, and she brought it down. She paused again, as if needing a push to keep going, so I nodded at her. That seemed to be enough encouragement because she started pulling down the trouser and wiggling out of it. Soon enough she completely took it off, left in her black lace panties and blouse. "Go on." I urged, and she gave a timid nod. Fuck... I loved how innocent she always seemed. She held the hem of the blouse and in one swift motion, took it over her head. Without waiting for me to push more, her fingers went behind her and unbuckled the clasps of her bra, which fell downwards, joining the rest of her clothes in a pile on the bathroom floor. Now, she stood before me in just her panties, looking very nervous and wringing her knees against each o
DANTE'S POV "Now kiss me. I've been hungry for that all day." I had truly been hungry for her the entire day, feeling rather lucky when Vito called to tell me he was still caught up in some business he was handling for me . That was why I seized the opportunity and came to pick her. That was why I kissed her for no reason, when she asked if she was a child. Did I ever really have a reason for kissing her? For... fucking her? Why did the word 'fucking' suddenly sound so wrong to use in respect to her? What was wrong with me? When I felt her move her lips against mine, I was overcome with the need to taste all of her. I pushed out my tongue and let it dance around hers, tasting her sweet essence. She moaned into my lips, her fingers travelling through my hair and pulling gently. My hand reached for her waist and trailed slowly down to her ass. I give a gentle squeeze, and she moaned again. That drove me over the edge and I could feel myself getting hard. Just when I g
EMILY'S POV I walked out of the lecture hall side by side with June. The day was over, and it was an unusually long one. All I just wanted was a warm bed and good sleep. "See you tomorrow." She smiled once we got to the point where we usually split up. "Goodnight, June." I returned her smile and headed towards the side of the parking lot where Vito usually parked. I looked around for some seconds, not seeing any car that looked like mine. Instead, a familiar looking black Sedan was parked... My phone rang, and I pulled it out of my bag to see it was Dante. I answered immediately. "Hello." "Won't you come in?" He asked. "Come in...?" I muttered in confusion. Just then, the door of the familiar looking black Sedan that was parked in Vito's usual spot opened, and Dante stepped out of it. That was when my eyes fell on the plate number. How didn't I realize sooner that it was him? I released a tired sigh as he walked over and collected my bag from me before I could







