-ADRIANO-
"THE CONTRACT HAS been signed," The faint voice said. "Mr Mancini?" Adriano snapped back to the present. He had been drifting away and losing concentration for the past few weeks, ever since Iris started behaving strangely. He gave a small nod to his secretary to dismiss her. He picked up the file and skimmed through it. It was an agreement that further increased his wealth. He sighed and leaned back into the chair, then he remembered that he had to pick Iris up from school early that day. They were on the hunt for a therapist who could diagnose what was wrong with her. Adriano Mancini was at the top of the food chain. A wealthy billionaire and respected man in the whole country. He was a shark to outsiders, but a lamb to his daughter. She was his whole world. He turned on his laptop and went to the list of recommendations. From experience, Adriano automatically cancelled out any male therapist. A voice at the back of his head told him that he might be canceling the person who would be able to help Iris, but he shut down the voice. He contemplated the names as he scrolled. Then he saw a name that caught his fancy. Avery Quinn. She was not such a big therapist in the state. It seemed like she had just resumed her career a few years ago, but he could not find anything further about her. His curiosity piqued, and he decided on this strange Avery Quinn. He decided that he was going to take his daughter to her. When he got to the school, his presence had been expected already. "Hi, baby," he said, hoisting her into the air. She felt extremely light, like she was underfed. He exchanged a concerned look with her class teacher. She was the one who drew his attention to the fact that there was something wrong with Iris. There had been a sudden change in character a few months ago. "How was school today?" He asked as he strapped her into the back seat. There was no reply. Iris barely spoke anything now. The bubbling child was gone, leaving a shell of herself. He sighed and got into the driver's seat. "Did anything happen today?" He asked again as he pulled out of the parking lot. Silence. She seemed to be preoccupied, looking out the window and reading the different billboards on the road. He sighed again. It was easier to secure a deal with a country about their multi-million dollar oil well than it was to get his own daughter to open up. "We are going to see someone this afternoon," he said, and was surprisingly pleased when she looked at him. Her grey eyes matched his, but she still did not say anything. "I am hoping it will be a very nice lady," he continued. "She will try to talk to you, okay?" Iris shrugged her bony shoulders and looked out the window again. Adriano ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He wondered what could have happened to his daughter. Had she seen something she was not supposed to see? Adriano always made sure to keep her away from his business life and sexual encounters. Had someone molested her? The thought of it made his blood boil, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter until his knuckles were white. Or did this have to do with Celeste, her mother? He frowned. He and Celeste had ended things on a bad note a few years ago, involving lawyers and court cases, but he had been granted full custody of the child. Had Celeste somehow gotten to Iris and done something to her, just to prove that Adriano was a bad father? All these thoughts bounced in his head as he drove at the speed limit for the next hour until he got to where Avery Quinn's office was. He parked slowly and got out, looking at the building. It was large, but it was a rented building. Taking his daughter's hand, he knocked on the front door. When there was no response, he pushed the door and it opened. They walked into the reception without a receptionist or secretary. "Hello?" He called. The place felt very empty. "Sit down, baby, I'll check for the lady in the other room." He said. As Iris sat on the single vinyl chair, he walked towards the adjoining door. Just as he was about to open it, the door opened and Avery Quinn walked into him, stumbling back. His hand slipped around her waist to stop her from falling, and his eyes almost gave away his shock and surprise as his brain registered the face of the woman standing before him. Memories of that night came flooding back, making his cock jump in response. The way she had reacted to his touch. She came to him broken down, and he had pieced her back together that night and broken her again with waves of orgasm. Before he could wake up the following morning, she was gone, leaving a small memorandum of that night behind - her scents in the sheet and a pink lacy bra which he kept in his closet after all these years. "Are you alright?" He said, effectively masking the surprise from his voice. With the way her eyes were wide and her skin went pale, he knew she recognized him. "I'm fine," she said in a curt tone and pushed herself away. "Are you Doctor Avery Quinn?" He asked, knowing that he sounded foolish. Of course, she is the doctor. Who else could she be? "That's me, yes. How may I help you?" She asked. Her voice was curt. It was like she did not want anything to do with him. "My daughter," He stepped aside to reveal Irish. "She needs your help..." "She doesn't need my help," Avery muttered. "I do not specialize in children." Her voice was strong and final, but Adriano notice the soft look she gave to Iris. "Take her to another doctor, I'm sure there are many of them in the city." "Miss Avery - Doctor Avery," he said, hurrying after her. "I will pay double of whatever your charges are..." Money was not an issue. She openly ignored Adriano and instead crouched beside Iris. "What's your name, dear?" "Iris." Came the small voice. "That is the first word she is saying today," Adriano said under his breath. He was surprised and in awe. It was the first meeting, and Iris had already spoken. That was something that nobody could do. That was a sign that Adriano was never going to ignore. He was going to do whatever it took to make this doctor accept Iris.ADRIANOADRIANO STAYED CROUCHED, staring at the empty space where she’d been. His chest burned. The warmth from earlier, the laugh, the promise of something like a family moment was gone, torn from him in seconds.He pressed his palms to the cold tile, forcing himself up. His jaw was tight enough to crack. Clarance. This was her. It had to be her. She had never cared about subtlety, and now she had her perfect opportunity, a well-placed hand, a fake smile, and a camera flash. Enough to plant doubt in anyone watching. Enough to reach Iris. Enough to reach Avery.She had planned all of this. He was sure she had planted the cameraman there to perfectly capture and "leak" the photos.His phone buzzed again. The sharp vibration cut through the silence of the kitchen. He didn’t even want to look, but he already knew who it would be. His management. His PR team. The vultures who always circled when Clarance’s name and his ended up in the same sentence.Adriano grabbed it off the counter. “
ADRIANO.The day could have started any other way for Adriano. Maybe he would have woken up thinking back on Nana’s words, probably regretting his actions on sleeping with Avery and how it could possibly affect Iris, but no.No, Adriano woke up with a smile on his face and the thoughts of wedding bells in his mind.How great would it be, he thought, to propose to Avery?That night with her was no mistake. He couldn’t see it as one when her face was the first image that came to his mind every morning, and the last before sleep claimed him. Avery Quinn. She had come into his life for Iris, but somewhere along the line she had claimed a piece of him too. He was not a man who believed in chance, but with her, he had stopped questioning.Adriano pulled himself out of bed, his bare feet hitting the cold marble. Sunlight was barely spilling through the curtains, muted and soft. It was a weekend. No boardroom. No suit. No mergers or men in ties calling him “sir” every second of the day. For
AVERYI WOKE UP aching in places I had forgotten I had. I stretched and felt a muscle between my legs spasm. I smiled and rolled around, expecting to touch Adriano beside me, but I was met by the cold sheets on my bed.My eyes snapped open. He was gone. All of him.There was not any proof that he had been here. It was like the night we shared was all in my head. If not for the faint scent that lingered on the bed, I would think so.I stood up, clutching the bedsheets to my chest as I went to the window. The sun was up and bright. I had overslept, because I slept late.I frowned slightly, this must be how he felt when I ran away from his hotel room all those years ago.Did he think this was a mistake? I asked myself as I poured out the old coffee and put in a fresh one.I picked up my phone, tempted to call him, just to hear his voice, but I closed my eyes, fought my willpower and dropped the phone on the bed.If he thought this was a mistake for him, I would comply with him and treat
ADRIANOHE WOKE UP slowly. The first thing his mind registered was that this was not his bed. It was a bit harder, and smaller. The next thing he noticed was that he could not feel his left arm. He looked at it and saw Avery's head nestled in the hook of his arm, cutting off blood supply.It was uncomfortable, but he enjoyed it. He watched her sleep for some minutes, then he slowly eased away, replacing his shape with a pillow as he dressed up. He did not know how she was going to take the fact that they had sex.Was it a mistake that she was going to regret?Or would she want more?As he buttoned up, he asked himself the same question. Did he regret it? Or did he want more?He answered himself truthfully. He wanted more, but not just sex. He wanted all of her. He sighed and gave her one last look before walking out of the house and entered his car. He took a deep breath and looked at the time on the dashboard. It was still early morning. Very early. He wanted nothing more than to go
AFTER ADRIANO AND Avery walked out of the room, Clarance was left feeling unsatisfied. She had wanted to humiliate Avery, but it now felt like she had given Avery more power and attention than before.Seeing the way Adriano held her hand and led her out of thr house and sparked something in Clarance, and a pang of bitter jealousy reared it's head in her heart."ARE you alright, darling?" Martin asked from beside her. He placed a hand on hers. She was suddenly disgusted, but tried to disguise it as she nodded."I'm fine, baby," she replied. "I'm just a bit tired.""Oh, we can go home now," Martin said. "And I can't wait to fuck that tiredness from your body." He tried to nuzzle her neck, but she shook him away and stood up."What is it?" Martin asked, shocked at her reaction."Nothing," she replied coldly and walked away.Martin sat back, lost and dumbfounded as he walked her walk into the other hall.Clarance was mad that Martin allowed Adriano to outbid him on every piece that night.
~ADRIANO~ Avery sucked in a breath through her nose as Adriano kissed her. She grabbed his shirt to balance herself. Slowly she began to relax until she melded into his arms. He lifted her up and carried her to a nearby couch in the room, and they both slipped into it. He stopped the kiss with a gasp and began to plant kisses on her neck, her chin, her chest, all the while unbuttoning her shirt. She helped him slip the shirt off her shoulders. All she had on under was a bra, and he deftly unhooked it and pushed it off her shoulders too. Before she could react, he leaned down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, slowly running his tongue over it. She gasped and grabbed his silky dark hair as he worked magic on her, then he freed her nipple and leaned up to plant another kiss on her lips. Her straight skirt had been pushed up, bunching around her waist now, and she could feel the hardness of his dick against her pussy. "Stay still." He whispered, then slowly ran his fingers