LOGINI sat on the sofa in Alexandro's office, my eyes closed.Marco.He entered with his usual firm stride, tablet in hand, face blank without expression. His black suit was neat, his hair perfectly styled, not a speck of dust on his clothes. He walked to Alexandro's desk, bowed respectfully, then placed the tablet on the mahogany wood."Sir, the contract documents with the Singapore partner are ready. Please sign on the last page."Alexandro took a pen and signed without reading. I stared at Marco from the sofa. His calm face, his always polite demeanor, the faint smile he often showed—all of it made me sick.Marco. The same man who approached Mia. The same man who terrified my friend half to death. The same man who, with his sweet smile, destroyed the friendship I had just built."Marco," I called.He turned. His face changed slightly—not surprised, but curious. Then he smiled. A smile that made me want to throw a pillow at his face."Yes, Madam?" His voice was polite. Too polite. Like a
"Ahhh... ahhh... ouhhh... mmmmhh..."My moans were still soft in that room. Not completely faded yet. My body was still trembling, still feeling his warmth flooding me from the inside. I closed my eyes, enjoying the remnants of pleasure still pulsing at every nerve ending.Alexandro was still inside me, not wanting to pull out. His breath was still heavy on my neck. His arms were still wrapped tightly around my waist."We're a mess," he whispered."I know.""Papers on the floor.""Leave them.""A pen in the corner.""Marco will clean it up."He laughed softly. The vibration of his laugh traveled through my body, making me smile. I opened my eyes.And I saw the door open.An old man stood at the threshold. His face was friendly, a smile on his lips, wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, a warm gaze. Behind him, two large men in black jackets stood upright.Abraham De Luca. Alexandro's father.I was shocked. Half hysterical. I pushed Alexandro, still inside me, still half connected, but
Alexandro didn't answer with words. His black eyes stared at me with an intensity that made my stomach tremble. His large hand grabbed my waist, pulling me closer, eliminating the remaining distance between us."You know, Lulu," he whispered, "you're supposed to be angry at me.""I'm not angry anymore.""Because of what?""Because I realized that I've been asking for too much, and because... I need you not just as a protector. But as... this."I squeezed it again, harder, not with the shyness I used to have, but with the confidence that grew from how often we'd shared a bed. I knew what he liked. I knew how to make him breathe faster. I knew how to make him lose control."You're playing with fire," he said. His voice was hoarse."I know."He kissed me, not a gentle kiss like usual, but a hard, passionate kiss, like he had been holding back for too long and couldn't take it anymore. His tongue slipped in, searching for mine, playing with it roughly. I responded with the same enthusiasm
I walked around the office without any destination. My feet carried me down the familiar hallways, past the employees' workspaces, each person busy with their own world. I just needed to calm myself down. The air in the lobby earlier was too cold. My thoughts about Mia were too suffocating, and my crying had made my eyes sting.But suddenly, every phone on this floor rang at the same time.Not one or two, but dozens, like a chaotic orchestra. The sound of ringing came from every direction, from every desk, from every room. Employees who had been sitting calmly were now moving quickly. Some answered the phones with panic in their voices, some ran to other rooms, some cursed softly while opening their laptops."Yes, that's right. That's the official statement.""I just saw it too. Yes, earlier this afternoon.""The PR team has already stepped in. We're waiting for instructions.""The media has started calling. Some from TV, some from newspapers, some from online outlets."I was confused
I sat in the lobby. The lobby of Alexandro's office building was wide, cold, with shiny white marble floors and high ceilings. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand. My makeup must have been smudged, but I didn't care. I didn't care about the receptionist's occasional glances in my direction. I didn't care about the employees walking past carefully, as if afraid to disturb me. I had just made friends. After being alone for so long, after only talking to Gianna, Marco, and the servants for so long, I finally had friends. Mia and a few others in class who were friendly to me. But now, they were all pulling away, and the other friends didn't dare look me in the eye. Alexandro approached me. I didn't need to turn around to know it was him. I could recognize his footsteps from a hundred meters away. He stood beside me. "I was just warning them," he said. I looked at him. "Mia didn't do anything wrong. She only recommended that medicine. I bought it myself." Alexandro was silent
Three days later.I returned to campus after taking time off because of the poisoning from the diet pills that nearly killed me.I stepped into the classroom with mixed feelings. I missed the campus atmosphere. I missed the monotonous voice of the lecturer, the scattered notes on the desks, and I missed Mia, who always invited me to the cafeteria. But as soon as I entered, the atmosphere changed.Mia's seat was empty.I looked around. Mia was sitting in the corner, with another friend, and her face looked different. Usually she was friendly, often smiling, often talking to me, but today, when my eyes met hers, she immediately looked down as if she was scared.I approached her."I'm back in class. Sorry I was out for three days because I was sick. I missed some material yesterday. Can I borrow your notes?"Mia didn't look at me. Her trembling hand took a notebook from her bag and handed it to me without a word. I accepted it."Thank you," I said.She only nodded."What's wrong? Are you
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
I showed him everything I had learned from Mira.I sat on his lap, both arms wrapped around his neck. My breath was slow, rhythmic, exactly as Mira taught. "Breathing is the key," she said before. "Proper breathing can make a man lose control."I whispered in his ear. "Where do you want me to start
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
At nine fifty, I was already sitting in the living room, my heart pounding. The simple house dress I was wearing didn't feel like enough. I twisted the hem of my clothes and waited.Right at ten o'clock, Mira arrived.Today she looked different. Still beautiful, still graceful, but her clothes were







