LOGINAfter they left, the room fell silent again. Only my stupidity remained, hanging between me and Alexandro.I stood there, still trembling, still trying to process what had just happened. I had accepted a boxing challenge from Roseanne. I couldn't even do a single push up."Stupid," Alexandro muttered. He was already back in his chair, his hand reaching for the TV remote.He pressed a button. The television screen in the corner of the room lit up. A national news program was playing. A female reporter stood in front of a large boxing ring, with a bright red banner in the background."The charity boxing competition organized by Mayor Davian Ricci will be a gathering of famous boxers from various countries..."I barely paid attention to the reporter's words because beside her stood a man who made my blood run cold.Damien.A short-sleeved black shirt, his arm tattoos clearly visible. And those blue eyes. Those blue eyes staring at the camera with a thin, threatening smile."Mr. Damien, i
"Alexandro!"I froze.My whole body went stiff. My head turned toward the door, the door that was supposed to be locked from the outside, but that door was open, and in the doorway stood a woman.Alexandro's mother and Roseanne.I panicked and pushed Alexandro, who was still behind me, still inside me, but he didn't move. Instead, he pulled my body closer, shielding me from their view with his broad body."Marco!" Alexandro shouted.Marco appeared from behind the door. His face was pale, sweat on his forehead, his mouth open like he wanted to say something but didn't dare."I'm sorry, sir. I tried to stop them, but Madam insisted. She said it's her right because she's your mother.""Get out," Alexandro ordered.Marco nodded quickly. He pulled the door, but before it closed, he glanced at me with a guilty expression. The door closed.But Alexandro's mother and Roseanne were already inside.I broke free from Alexandro's embrace. My hands trembled violently as I tried to fix my clothes.
I nodded.Not because I knew exactly what he meant. But because of the way he looked at me, the darkness in his eyes, the tone of his voice that dropped half an octave lower than usual.Alexandro stood up from his chair. Slowly, like a predator that had just decided it was time to hunt. He walked toward me, past his large desk, past the papers still scattered on the floor, past Nathan's document that had fallen on my lap.He stopped right behind my chair.I could feel his warmth before he touched me. The scent of his cologne hit my senses. I closed my eyes, took a breath, and inhaled it.He bent down. His nose touched my hair near my ear. He inhaled. Deeply, like he was enjoying the scent of the rarest flower."You smell good today," he whispered."I'm not wearing perfume.""Exactly. This is your scent. Your natural scent that you've been hiding behind soap and lotion." He inhaled again. "I like it."I bit my lip. My hands, which had been resting on the desk, now gripped the edge of m
Afternoon.I was busy copying data from the third file when the door opened without a knock.Marco walked in with a tense face. Behind him, a man stepped in quickly.Nathan.He didn't look at me. His eyes were fixed directly on Alexandro, and in his hand, there was a sheet of paper, maybe more than one, which he held tightly like a weapon."Alexandro De Luca," Nathan greeted, his voice full of anger.Alexandro lifted his head from his laptop. His face was flat as usual."There's no appointment today," Alexandro said."Appointment?" Nathan laughed bitterly. He walked closer, passing my desk without looking at me, and stopped right in front of Alexandro's desk. "I don't need an appointment to say this."He threw the papers at Alexandro's face.The papers scattered in the air. Some fell on the desk, some fell on the floor, one floated for a moment then landed on my lap. I looked down. It was some kind of official document, with a letterhead, a signature, a stamp.Alexandro didn't move. T
We arrived at the office at exactly nine o'clock. Not late, but not early either. Usually Alexandro was already sitting behind his desk by half past eight, but this morning he chose to have a longer breakfast.I sat down at my desk and opened my laptop. An email from Marco had already come in with new attached files. Q3 sales report. Warehouse inventory report. Operational expense report.Numbers, numbers, and more numbers.Soon I would be starting college. I had already filled out the registration forms. Alexandro paid for it, of course. But at least it was an investment in my future. If this contract ended, I would have a degree. I would be able to get a good job out there, and then I could cut off communication with my uncle's family forever.I would not go back to that house. Never again.I glanced at Alexandro.He was focused on his laptop. His brow was slightly furrowed, his eyes moving quickly, reading something on the screen. Occasionally he typed, occasionally he stopped and
That morning, I stood in front of the bedroom mirror with Alexandro's white shirt lying on the bed behind me.I had already showered. My hair was still a little damp at the ends. I had already put on my black pencil skirt, already put my glasses on my nose. Only the shirt remained to be put on.I picked it up. Soft cotton fabric, cool in my hands. I put it on slowly. Button by button.One. Two. Three.Then I stopped.The fourth button wouldn't go into its hole. My chest was too full.I sighed. I left the top two buttons undone, just like yesterday, just like what made Alexandro look at me with eyes I couldn't forget."I can't button it," I said to my reflection in the mirror."Leave it."I was startled and turned around. Alexandro stood in the bathroom doorway, still with a towel wrapped around his waist."Put some clothes on first," I said."No need." He approached. His steps were slow, like a predator approaching its prey. I stepped back. My back touched the mirror.He stopped right
"A makeup tutor?""Yes, Madam. Mr. Alexandro arranged it. He said you need to learn how to do your makeup for future family events.""Al... alright. What time?""At ten o'clock, Madam. So you still have time for breakfast and to get ready."I nodded.A short while later.I was still sitting on the
That night I slept alone.Alexandro never came back down from his room. Maybe he slept in another room, maybe he left again. I didn't know.I just sat in my room, staring at the pile of lingerie on the chair, and wondered how my life had come to this.The next day.I showered, cleaned myself, then
The priest began to recite the prayer in a steady voice that echoed throughout the church. I stood still beside Alexandro, my hands feeling stiff as I held the bouquet. The scent of lilies was too strong, almost making me dizzy."We are gathered here today to witness the marriage of Alexandro De Lu
Three days since Mira came.Three days I learned, about touch, about sound, about movement, about how to make a man want you. And every night, I waited.Alexandro did not come home.Around ten at night, I heard a car in the driveway. My heart pounded wildly.I ran to the window. The black car was p
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