—and toppled to the bed with him. He pulled me to his chest.
He definitely works out.
I shook my head, trying to get out of his embrace and his intoxicating smell. “Vince-”
“Shhh, just for tonight.” He rested his chin on my head as he got comfortable while my heart pounded against my ribcage. “We’re okay. We’re going to be okay,” he murmured.
Oh my freaking God.
I attempted to move his arm again but he let out a weak groan and tightened his hold around my waist even more. His rock-hard pecs weren’t doing anything to calm the images in my mind. It was a struggle shutting them out especially being this close to his face. When
“Vince.” Lysa looked surprised at seeing his fiance. Lorenzo’s eyes widened. Clearly, they didn’t expect he’d be there. She immediately left Lorenzo’s side and rushed to him, giving him a firm kiss on the lips. Vincentio’s mouth thinned.“You told me you’d be busy.”“I am busy.” His eyes flickered coldly to his brother. “But I see my brother is keeping you company. He’s always been a family man.”I stared back and forth at the drama unfolding before me. The tension in the air was palpable. I knew I shouldn’t be there but I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Lysa’s parents were oblivious to this as they smiled when Vincentio put a hand on Lysa’s waist. What they didn’t notice was the warning grip he had on it as his veins popped.“Why don’t you join us, Vince? It’s your wedding too, you know. I’m sure your assistan
“I wish I’m rich.” Andrew, my best friend, moaned tiredly across from me. We just finished up cleaning every inch of the flower boutique. “Don’t we all?” He narrowed his eyes on me. “You’re Lucy Silvera. So, no, you don’t.” “No, I don’t,” I agreed, perusing through some old documents. “I’m just humoring you so you’d shut up.” “I still can’t believe you rejected her offer. We’re talking about a thousand dollars here!” I rolled my eyes. 'Here we go again.' Ever since my grandma has left me the boutique in her will, businessmen have come and surveyed the property for their ne
“What do you say, Miss Silvera?” Vincentio’s eyes lit up with a predatory glint. “Nope,” I said with no hesitation. A sense of pleasure went down my spine as his smugness crumbled in less than a minute. He seemed very offended by the word as if I just insulted his mother. “Nope?” “Nope," I repeated, popping the p. He shook his head. “I’m sorry but are you comprehending what I just said?” “Yup.” “Then-” “The answer is nope.” My grin widened as a vein protruded on his temple. “Mi
It was Andrew's turn to wave a hand at my frozen face. When I didn't respond, he sprayed water at me from one of the garden spray bottles littered in the place. "What the hell, 'Drew?" I spluttered. "Just be glad I didn't slap you. So, who was it?" I can feel an oncoming headache on top of the stress of meeting with Vincentio Longoria. I put my fingers on my both my temple. "Loan shark." His eyes bugged out. "Your parents managed to borrow half a million dollars from them?" Addicts are the favorite clients of loan sharks. Drug addicts, sex addicts, gambling addicts, or any kind of addicts for that matter. They all have one thing in common: they'd do anything to get off. Cons
The receptionist scratched his head in confusion. “What interview would that be for, Ma’am?” “For an assistant,” I said, feeling dumb. I cleared my throat, determined not to lose my straight composure. “Right on the dot,” the guy noted, impressed. “Please, have a seat. I’ll inform the HR.” VINCE’S POV (3rd person) A limousine rolled to the huge glass building. The logo of the Longoria brand was recognizable enough that a small crowd had gathered to get a glimpse of the son of "The" Lucius Longoria. Those working in the corporate industry had already caught wind of the new acquisition deal. What was unexpected was that the heir took over himself. Women (and some of the men) braced themselves to see the ge
“I don’t recall reading this in the job description.” “Turn,” Vincentio simply said, making a circling motion with his finger. I gritted my teeth. I ought to throw these high heels at his stupid face. He brought me to a high-end boutique and all afternoon, I had been trying work clothes and dresses for him. The experience would have been pleasant if only he threw some compliments here and there but he seemed more likely to choke before he could tell me I look beautiful. “You can't expect that I would let you wear cheap crap while being seen beside me, can you? That would kill my reputation.” When I didn’t turn at his command, he stood up from the couch and circled me like a shark. His intense green eyes almost held a pre
“Are you wearing perfume?” Vincentio asked as I put this month's schedule on his table for him to sign. When I just stared at him weirdly, he clarified, “You smelled different from yesterday.” “Thanks, I guess.” “I didn’t say it smelled nice.” He handed me back the schedule after he signed and went back to reviewing the company’s metrics. I bit back my tongue from retorting. “Your secretary has compiled these from your old office to be disposed of.” I put another file in front of him. It took all of my willpower to resist slamming it on his face. “Should I throw it away?” Vincentio opened the thick folder gingerly, and sifted through it, his eyes seeming to search for
“AHHH!” I screamed. I took another long deep breath before I let rip another one into my pillow. Sleep did not come to me easily. I’ve gone to bed at eleven on the dot. It was now three in the morning and I was wide awake. All because of Vincentio Longoria. 'That damn billionaire.' I’ve been short-sighted. I was so focused on getting this over with that I forgot who I was dealing with here. There was just something about his presence that intimidates me still. Now that I think about it, it has a lot to do with the place. It’s his territory now that I was playing in. I needed to be more careful. Smarter. The sooner I do this right the swiftly I could take him d