ELENA DUVAL“Isabella Bardoni,” She stepped forward with her eyes admiring my dress. “Nice dress. Would you mind lending it after tonight?”“Sorry, I don't share dresses,”She nodded with her lips partly open like she perfectly understood. “But you do share your man right?”I narrowed my gaze.“I meant Dimitri,” She had a fake innocent smile. “I just wanted to look as good as you do in that dress when my Dimitri fucked me again,”The only words that managed to echo in my head were fucked and again. This was another of Dimitri's whores.“Oh no, sorry did I say something that offended you?” She made a gasp like she cared. “But we both know Dimitri would never settle for just an outsider who isn't part of the famiglia,”“Oh, so he's better off with a cheap slut, huh? Someone like you? Well too bad Isabella, I'm the one married to your Dimitri,”I gave my best saccharine smile, walking away with Evelina. While I pretended like the flames of anger licking at the surface of my body weren't
ELENA DUVALI was in the kitchen, pretending I was invested in whatever soap opera Greta had been watching. I didn't know how I was aware of the running shower from the master bedroom.Gosh, I hated this feeling and I wish I could just flush it away.“Goodness! I really don't get adults these days,” I pulled out of my thoughts as I heard Greta's curse in Italian.I flicked my attention back to the soap opera I had been pretending to watch. “And why?” I asked.“She obviously loves him,” Greta huffed again, sounding more angrier than the woman on the TV.“Love is a strong word, Greta. And how'd you even know she loves him,”“She'd been thinking of him all day and wondering why he'd left her at night in his bed,”“Well then, I think she hates him instead, and not love. If he had cared even a fragment for her he wouldn't have left her all alone that night, naked in her bed, making her feel like he'd rather go fuck the first random whore he sees than his own fucking wife,” The words left m
DIMITRI CASTELLO “Do you know what it feels like when you're obsessed with something for so long and you finally obtain it?” The Mexican idiot spoke too loudly but his words made me groan in frustration.It felt like coming home to God, and nobody gave up their fucking spot in heaven. But stupidly, I did when I had Elena completely naked in my bed, and I was already regretting it.I shouldn't have left. I would have fucked her up until she realized that there was no way she could ever ‘get me over with’. There was no way she could ever flush this feeling thrumming under her skin away.I sat back in my chair and cracked my knuckles, still feeling the restlessness that ghosted under my skin.And now I couldn't even get through the workday without the thought of a naked Elena in my bed. I should have just fucked her and we'd see if her theory was right. Maybe after that, I'd realize she was just one of those women I'd had in my bed. Somehow the idea of that left a bitter trail in my mou
ELENA DUVAL I had thought nothing could ruin my good mood today, but I was wrong. Dimitri did again. Just as he'd ruin the past week with just the memory of that night he'd left me in our bedroom.That night he didn't come home until midnight the next day. He had no doubt gone on a trip. I wondered just how important it was or if he simply used it as an excuse to leave.Maybe after licking me up, he realized I didn't taste as good as he imagined.Fuck, I hated him. And I hated this new part of me that felt insecure. I'd never felt this way before, much less for a man that no doubt probably fucked some random woman that night to find his release instead of his wife.And because of Dimitri Castello, I wasn't as happy as I should be considering how things were turning up. The day just kept getting better. The whole internet was buzzing about news regarding Krystal Group and the unexpected new CEO, Elena Duval Castello. Tiffany had also written an article about D&M Corporation and its m
Dimitri looked at me, from my eyes to my lips and then my breasts which rose and fell with each inhale.He was hesitating. My heart tripped over its next beat. I had always been impulsive, never thinking things through. I lived for the moment, for the high and feeling, and right now, I would do anything to have this man's hands on me again.With a shaky pulse, I untied the ropes of my bikini straps and dropped it to the floor, next to his feet.He went so still even the air quieted. His eyes on my breasts were so hot it sent a flush up my neck. My heart was racing so fast I couldn't catch my breath.Dimitri pulled a palm up to one of my breasts, running a thumb over the nipples, making Mr grind against his bulge again.He growled in frustration. “You have no idea what you're doing Mia Cara,”“I do,” I said almost sharply. I knew for my mental health and sanity I needed to do this. Maybe after he fucked me I could finally move on from this infatuation. Maybe I'd get my sanity back be
I met up with Tiffany after work, and we had one too many drinks, celebrating today's success. Tiffany was a good friend, I didn't know what I'd do if I didn't have her by my side. She'd do anything for me and I'd do the same.By the time I got home, Lydia and the employees had gone to bed, leaving the security men patrolling around the mansion. But Greta was still up. She was still watching one of her favorite late-night soap operas and had prepared dinner for me.Dimitri wasn't home either, but I had texted him in case he was in the middle of some work and he called back instead, saying he'd be home soon.I felt so hot and alone in my room, waiting for Dimitri, that I decided to go for a late-night swim in the pool.I wore a pink bikini and just as I expected, the water was calm and soothing. I didn't know how long I'd been in there, I didn't even care until the hairs on my neck rose with a racing heart because I made sure the security men left this area.The place was completely da