I heard my boss calling and turned around, thinking he was going to give me more work."Yes, Mr. Miller?""Close the door, please, and come here."I closed the door, went back, and stood in front of him. He was sitting on that same couch that reminded me of insane things.Alexander had a somewhat desolate posture, with his elbows resting on his knees and his head down. I wanted to run my hands through his hair and tell him everything would be okay, but I didn't.Every time he touched me, he completely took me away from reason. His simple touch, no matter how superficial, made my skin burn and my body beg for him. What this man caused in me was inexplicable.He stood up in front of me and pulled me by the waist into his embrace. It was calm, gentle, and affectionate. It was different from all the interactions we'd had until now, but at the same time, it was a familiar sensation that warmed my heart.I felt him place a warm kiss on my right shoulder before speaking in my ear:"I don't kn
Alexander’s POV During the ride, I noticed that Catherine was very tense and worried. Whatever it was had changed my assistant's mood.When we arrived, she jumped out of the car running, and I followed right behind her. She looked at me as if wanting to ask what I was doing, and I hurried to answer:"I'll go with you. I don't know what the emergency is, but you might need help."She didn't say anything, just nodded. When we entered her apartment, a lady came to meet us."Catherine, I'm so glad you're here, I was about to call you," the woman said worriedly."Where is he, Lygia?" Catherine asked anxiously."He's in the bedroom, and his fever's gotten worse. I was just getting him some water," the woman replied while I wondered who the hell was 'he.'Catherine rushed down the hallway, and I couldn't help but follow. When I entered the bedroom, I saw her pick up a child and say sweetly:"It's okay, my love. Mommy's here."Mommy? She's a mom? My head was spinning as I watched the scene. H
Alexander’s POV I couldn't sleep and spent the night pacing around my apartment. At five in the morning, I went down to the building's gym, needing to release all the tension. I spent the next hour kicking and punching a punching bag. By seven, I was already at the company.I took the opportunity to call Alberto Alencar. I knew him and was aware that he was the type of man who woke up early and started working very early, so I didn't mind the hour. We talked for a good while, and I briefly explained what was happening and that looking for him was Catherine's suggestion. He was very happy to hear her name, saying she had been a valuable resource for him and her insight was crucial in finding evidence.After speaking with Alencar, I received a message from my assistant asking if she could be late, as she needed to wait for the babysitter to arrive since her son couldn't go to daycare. I replied immediately:"Catherine, stay home with your son today."The phone screen quickly lit up with
Alexander’s POV After everyone left my office, I took the opportunity to make a few more calls and handle some paperwork. The morning flew by, and soon Patrick showed up, dragging me out for lunch.When we returned, I decided to stop by the bakery, thinking I'd brighten my assistant's day a bit. I was burning with curiosity about her son's father, but I could wait until she was less tense to tell me.When I got back to the office, she was already at her desk working. I asked about her son, and with a big smile, she said he was doing well and chatty as always. I smiled and went to my office.Near the end of the day, I went to the door and called my assistant. When she came in, I locked the door. Her eyes widened at me, and I told her to sit on the couch. I had many questions for her, but I'd decided to save them for tomorrow, at home - it would be less formal. She was already quite overwhelmed, and my idea was to ease her tension a bit.When she sat down and crossed her legs, I offere
Alexander’s POV I sat in my chair, answered on speakerphone, and heard the shrill voice:"Alexander, what the hell is this about renovating the finance floor without my authorization?""Lower your voice, Johnson. I'm not your little bitch for you to yell at - I'm your boss. And I don't need your authorization to do whatever I want in my company!""This is disrespectful! I had just left the building when I got a message from Mariana saying that starting Monday, finance will operate on the sixteenth floor, on the same floor as marketing. It's completely absurd for finance to share a floor with another department, especially marketing! I tried to go back, but the elevator won't stop on our floor. What the fuck is going on?""Exactly what the message says is happening. The finance floor will undergo renovation. Follow the instructions sent in the email. Starting Monday, you'll work on the sixteenth floor. Finance and marketing will share the floor temporarily - we don't have another empty
I left the office unable to believe what had happened, but it had been amazing.I decided to take a taxi to get home faster to see my son. When I arrived, he came running to me all smiles, with his slightly stuffy voice happily shouting "mommy." My son filled my heart with love.Mel hadn't arrived yet. I chatted a bit with Lygia, she was truly wonderful, had already prepared everything, including dinner, and Peter had already taken his medicine."Lygia, I don't even know how to thank you," I said sincerely."There's nothing to thank me for, Cat. Your son is the most adorable child I've ever taken care of. He's no trouble at all, even with this cold. Besides, when Mrs. Agnes called saying she needed me to look after her grandson, I was very happy - I get very lonely at home."I smiled at what she said. My friend's mother really did consider my son as her grandson and had made sure he would be well cared for while we worked."Mrs. Agnes is a wonderful person. I'm very grateful to Mel's f
I arrived at Alexander's building and was impressed by the place, the facade was beautiful and very modern. I identified myself, and the doorman let me in. In the elevator, I started mentally going through all the things I would do to torment my boss.Mel and I had stayed up late choosing clothes, shoes, lingerie, and plotting what she called the "seduction strategy."She convinced me to wear an orange dress, a bright and eye-catching color. She said it contrasted nicely with my fair skin and dark hair, making me look radiant. The dress was knee-length, form-fitting with a slit on each side that showed too much leg when I sat down, had a square neckline and wide straps. She picked out a white lace lingerie set with ribbons, super high black strappy sandals, and styled my hair half-up with two strands falling around my face. She did my makeup very naturally. According to Melissa, I was ready to drive anyone crazy.At that time I was in this elevator, thinking about how to provoke my bos
While working side by side, I took the opportunity to tease Alexander with subtle touches while passing papers, crossing my legs to let my dress ride up a bit higher - subtle provocations. Every time I "accidentally" touched him, his eyes burned into me, as if warning me he wouldn't be responsible for his actions.At one point, when I stood up to grab a document that was further away, I lightly brushed my breasts against his arm, like a "little accident". Alexander groaned and gave me a stern look.I grabbed the document and, still standing next to Alexander, bent over a bit too far, making my breasts nearly spill out of my neckline, then spoke close to his ear:"Boss, I think there's something odd about this report."He quickly swept his hand across the desk, pushing all the papers aside and causing documents to scatter across the floor. He grabbed my waist and placed me on the desk, standing up and positioning himself between my legs. Grinding his erection against me, he looked into
Samantha’s POVI was relieved to see my mother was okay. It was incredibly lucky that Enzo ran into her - one of those things that nobody can explain, where some call it luck and others divine providence. But I can definitely say this kid saved me again. After they told everything that happened at the mall and Henry confirmed that the Nicole who was with my mother was the same Nicole who was his ex-girlfriend, everything made sense.And we were heading to the police station - my mother, Enzo, Henry, and me. Honestly, I just wanted to go home, but Flavian asked us to come there, so there was no way around it."Henry, why did Flavian ask us to go to the police station?" I asked, still not accepting that I couldn't go home."Sam, you were the victim of Romulus's setup. It was a fake kidnapping, true, but clearly intended to force you to go to him. Plus, your mother's phone was stolen and used for this." Henry repeated the same thing, but I felt he was hiding something from me."I want to
Flavian’s POVI had to say, this raid on Pipote Hill was only supposed to serve three arrest warrants for homicide, but it turned into a complete mess. Three drug dealers dead and two cops wounded, all because they wouldn't let us in. It was all because of that punk Sandro who decided to set up a drug spot here. I only decided to serve these warrants personally snice one of them was Sandro's drug spot manager, and I wanted information about this Romulus guy.At least no civilians were hit. People keep talking about stray bullets, but there was no such thing - there are only bullets that find their targets, and innocent people became those targets, which really upsets me. But fortunately, this time no innocent civilians were shot. Though one of the subjects named in the warrants died - he was one of Sandro's soldiers. We arrested the other two. That was six fewer criminals on the streets."Let's move out, team!" called the military police sergeant who came to support us. "Detective, I t
Samantha’s POVI was getting increasingly nervous. As the car moved toward my destination, I felt more helpless, scared, and distressed. The taxi driver, a very kind gentleman, watched me through the rearview mirror while keeping his eyes on traffic. He drove slowly and carefully, perhaps due to his age, making sure not to cause any accident.My phone rang and I grabbed it from my purse - it was Enzo. I couldn't answer him, I just couldn't. But he persisted. He always did, and I always answered. I thought it through - if I didn't answer, it would raise suspicions. Sure, Michael must have returned to the company, but he probably thought I was in another department and wouldn't be alarmed yet. Maybe he was still looking for me inside the building. So, it was better to answer Enzo.When he told me he was with my mother, I couldn't believe it. Then he put her on the line, and I heard her voice. I couldn't hold back anymore, started crying, and explained that Romulus had called me from her
Enzo’s POVBeing a student was getting harder and harder. The English teacher decided to make us read a book that was almost impossible to find. I had to trek all the way across town because out of all the bookstores in the malls, only this one had it. Everyone was complaining that they couldn't buy the book because they couldn't find it. I spent two days on the phone and finally tracked it down. So I rushed to secure my copy to avoid getting a zero on the test that the teacher had already warned us about.But since I was at the mall, I might as well take a little walk around. I bought the book first - I had reserved it, but you never know if someone might accidentally sell my copy, so I went to the bookstore first. When I left, I was walking through the food court when I spotted Aunt Pearl at a café nearby. I had to say hello."What a coincidence! Aunt Pearl, how are you?" I approached and noticed she was with a younger woman who was pretty but strange-looking."Enzo, darling, what a
Samantha’s POVMy bachelorette party was the most fun event I'd ever been to, despite the snake incident. Erica and Emilia had really outdone themselves. However, it wasn't as enjoyable for Henry, who was tense and worried when he came to pick me up.At home, he told me about his suspicion that Isabella had sent the snake, and I was surprised - I hadn't thought that insufferable woman would be so brazen.We spent Sunday at home, resting and just enjoying each other's company. It was nice to have that peaceful moment with him, knowing the upcoming week would be hectic with wedding preparations, even though everything was already set.This week, I needed to get ahead with all my work since I'd be on my honeymoon with Henry the following week. Starting Thursday, I wouldn't be working as I'd be at the beach house overseeing all the wedding setup. I was so busy that during lunch, I just had a quick snack while working and turned Manu away when she came for afternoon coffee.Then my phone st
Romulus’s POVLittle Samantha must have been crazy if she thought she could ghost me like that. I've called several times and she won't answer, where could she be hiding? I needed to teach her a lesson, but this week I couldn't put my plan into action since Sandro needed me to check the accounts at his drug spot.Sandro wanted me to move to the hill, but to be honest, I preferred little Nicole's apartment, it was better located. But there's no way around it, I made a deal with him and he was the boss. He only gave me one more week to sort things out with little Samantha.I would use this week to resolve my situation with little Samantha and deal with little Nicole too. I was running out of patience with her, but it had to look like an accident, after all, she's Sandro's sister. I was going to do the job and blame the old man, but the idiot got arrested and was even trying to go back on our deal. He wanted little Samantha all to himself - that was pure greed.But little Nicole was still
Henry’s POVI arrived at the Social Club with Edward and Enzo. The guys had reserved a room there and they'd gone all out - they'd set up a room with a pool table, poker table, and arcade games, leather sofas scattered around, and a 1950s-style bar stocked with every kind of drink. This was going to be fun and relaxing."So, ready for your last bachelor party bender?" Patrick asked as soon as I arrived."I thought this day would never come." Alexander approached and handed me a glass.Only then did I notice they were all wearing the same t-shirt - a black one with a cartoon of me being dragged by a rope tied to my foot by a cartoon of Sam, with "game over" written below. These guys were acting like kindergarteners.As if the t-shirts weren't enough, they had prepared several activities, and they all involved lots of alcohol. I probably wouldn't remember my own name the next day.I was already slightly drunk when I saw Flavian answer a call and slip out of the room. When he came back, h
Samantha’s POVThe plans for the night were explained, and the girls decided to start the games. Soon we were all seated, and a bowl with folded papers was placed in front of me."Let's start with the lingerie, everyone grabs your box," Erica said, kicking things off."Okay, Sam, you'll draw a paper and read what's written. To win the gift, you have to guess who experienced the situation described in the paper. If you guess wrong, you'll have to share a situation that happened to you. When you open the present, you'll keep your eyes closed and feel around to figure out what it is. Got it?" Emilia explained the rules of the game."Oh my god! Alright, let's begin," I said and drew the first paper. "On my first time, my boyfriend and I watched some movies to learn because it was his first time too. When we tried to do a position we saw in a movie, I accidentally kicked him in the face, and he fell off the bed and broke his nose. I ended the night still a virgin and in a hospital making up
Samantha’s POVThe week had finally ended, and it had been exhausting. Romulus kept calling and threatening me, but Flavian said the wiretap was active and they were gathering lots of evidence, including proof of other crimes Romulus was committing, so he'd be arrested again soon. But it was horrible to keep getting his calls and hearing threats, not knowing what to expect.As if that wasn't enough, ever since he found out that Edward's sisters were organizing my bachelorette party, Henry had been pestering me to know what they had planned, why I'd let them organize the party, and if there would be any kind of wild rituals, as he put it. I assured him I knew nothing about it, but that he shouldn't worry. However, he kept suggesting every five minutes that we should ditch our friends and family and spend time just the two of us. He was driving me crazy with this whole thing, but I wouldn't budge - I was having my bachelorette party, and it would be fun, he'd just have to deal with it.I