The building is so massive. I walked past the securities because of my credentials and my ID card; they allowed me in. After passing the first entrance, I stop at the second entrance seeing a lot of guards, not just plain ugly guards but acceptable, sexy, and masculine kinds like the ones from Mafia movies.
I halt as they turn to me with disgusting eyes—I'm not that ugly, you know. I turn my four eyes away from them. Finally, I halt at the main entrance about to open the door, which instantly did with full force but accidentally pumped into a colossal figure. I stopped as my ass found itself on the cold tile floor. I wince in pain.
I hurriedly pick up my credentials that are now flying over the entrance floor. The idiot didn't even bother to help, and it's his fucking fault. My eyes landed on his arm to see that he had a massive rose, dark inked tattoo on the back of his palm. My eyes grew wide as I continued to stare, but he was putting on a black body-hugged suit that showed the tiny amount of his flexed masculine feature. My eyes stopped at his neckline; it was evident that there was a tattoo drawing that peeps out from his front side. Then, my eyes landed on slightly plump pinkish lips; I stopped right there.
Damn, those lips look so kissably soft. He has too many rings on his fingers. His nose is so pointed and a bit fat that it makes it even sexier. then his eyes; blue eyes, long dark lashes. In This instance, I recoiled because this man looked so familiar. I've seen him today, but where?
I furrowed my eyes at his ocean blue eyes. "Have we met before?" I inquired.
His look is unreadable and cold. He looks so emotionless. His face might scare children away from the playing ground. He's so stern.
"Is that your way of seducing a man?" He looks coldly at me. I cringed at his gaze.
Again, the realization hits me. I know why he looks so familiar—He looks so much like Noello to a certain extent. No wonder he seems so sharp just now. I bowed at him to show my gratitude for pumping into him.
"My apologies, Sir," I bowed once more. "If you may excuse me," I rushed away from his sight.
A few minutes later, I arrived at the main building—Geez, this place is so fucking big. You can't steal from this place and escape from here alive or not be caught. I walked up to a polished older woman sitting vibrantly with her glasses on, on the main entrance. I smiled at her; she lowered her glasses to stare at me.
"Fiorella Evette?" She asked.
I nod before handing over my credentials to her. "You look..." she looked grossed out at my appearance.
"Even though I'm not beautiful, you should still look at my credentials. I graduated from the finest universities here in Sicily; I've my Ph.D. degree in fashion and surveillance supervision in flying colors. To be a secretary to the boss, all I need is real woman strength that matters," I cut her off her word.
"Well said!" Laura Tosseli, my best friend and also the DR manager, voiced out from behind me.
The desk woman turned to stare at Laura, who was looking so excited to see me. The desk woman exhaled sharply.
"Okay, I will give you a chance to test your supervision techniques. Only if you can turn Melissa Benatti away without seeing the boss, then I'll give you a chance and let you pass," She turned away from me as if I was gone.
"Who is Melissa Benatti?" I turned to look at Laura, who was styling away from my face.
She walks closer to me then grabs my arm. "In four minutes. Forty-eight floor, Secretary office, wait for her there. Just do your best, my friend, do it for the twins!" She winks at me immediately after the elevator closes. Four minutes later, the elevator stopped at the forty-eight floor.
Entering my office that was first before the boss's office, it was wowed by my appearance. This place is beautiful and well-styled; I can't believe that I've my own office. It's painted white mixed with very dark navy blue; all chairs are brown leather, and they look expensive than my future.
Without a knock on the door, a lady burst in. "Tito?" she yelled.
I halted her before she could even walk past the visitor seat—She was beautiful. Brown long hair, hazel eyes. She's tall, and her looks are so intimidating for my eyes.
"Who are you? And how may I help you?" I asked her in the way a secretary does for her boss.
"Are you mad?" she cringes at my expression. "You ugly duckling, how dare you? do you know who I am?" she flames up.
Sharp tongue beauty has. "I'm not mad, and even though I'm an angry woman, will I be forty-seven floors away from the first? And secondly, I don't know who you are, that's why I asked. So, who are you, and how may I help you," I looked her deeply in her eyes; I could see that she was a bit scared by my action.
"I-" She probed her lips like a child who was caught stealing but wanting to deny the fact that she was the one. "I'm the woman of his dream. Melissa Benatti,"
There it is. Why didn't I catch up that she's the one-ass bitch? Her character shows that she's one of those women that go after men with money. I have to get rid of her this instance before the boss arrives, and I need this job because the pay is so damn big, it's more than my five times tutoring salary—Noello, give Mamma some of your coldness and emotionless eyes. Noelle gives Mamma your brilliant idea and cheerful brain.
"And who the hell are you? And what are you doing here looking like a beggar?" She folds her arm to her chest.
"Signorina Benatti, I'm the new Secretary. My name is Fiorella Cora Evette; nice to meet you,"
She looks disgusted at me. "What the hell. Has Tito's taste changed? An ugly lowlife secretary? Get lost out of my sight," she hissed.
She was about to go in, but I stopped her. "Ms. Benatti, wait, you can't go in now. You see, it's for your good, and I won't want to see you sad. If you go in, the boss might get so angry," I try to convince her.
"What do you mean?" She looks bewildered at me.
"You see, Ms. Benatti, erm...the boss is inside with his fiancee right now; they must be having a good time together. If I allow you to go in now...It might get ugly than my looks, don't you think the same with me?" I persuaded her even more.
"What?" She cringed. "That's impossible," She argued.
I fold my arm to my chest with an unconventional eye preying at her. "How is that impossible? The DR manager said her name is Gwendolyn Ramos, and at this, Ms. Ramos is the rightful and proper fiancee, so this kind of thing they are doing now is typical between engaged couples. Men are unstoppable in stuff like this that spurs up their libido. And they hate to be disturbed, and you should be in an excellent position to know how it feels to get interrupted when you're deep into the mood and-"
"Enough!" she yelled at me in disgust. "Yikes, don't say further," she turned and rushed out of the office.
"Ms. Benatti. Take good care of yourself, and may I don't remember you sleeping well at night, and you won't sleep well at night either, rude bitch!" I added with a smirk of accomplishment plaster to my lips.
I laughed out loud like a sinister. "The boss isn't even around, and she fell for it. The first victory was won. She should have recorded herself to see how horrified she was." I giggled.
"And who are you?" An emotionless voice was heard beside my ear lobe.
I cringed in trauma. I quickly turn around—It's the massive guy I pump into in the morning. I looked so terrified at his size and his cold gaze. I moved back, but the hard wall was my limit; he slammed his arm on the wall giving me no room to escape.
"How dare you, how dare you taunt my girl and chase her away?" He wasn't yelling, but his voice scared the guts out of me.
He's Tito Denero...?
I got hold of myself then he flinched, looking at me strangely. "Boss...Boss, I'm Fiorella Cora Evette, your new Secretary," I stuttered. "Please let me know if you have any instructions. I'll be on standby at all times." I added, looking intimidated by his size.
He recoiled. He was looking stunned at me. "My new what?"
"Secretary, your new Secretary," I help him complete his sentence.
"Are you sure?" He asked.
"Yes, Boss. Manager Tosseli picked me and also the big lady at the front desk.
"You mean, Mrs. Elena Caprioli?" He asked.
"Someone like that!" I grin, a scary kind of grin.
"I won't let you down, Boss; I promise I won't," I snickered.
His frown tightened. Looking deep into my eyes from the glasses—she seems brilliant. If only she's intriguing. Nevermind! He thought.
He turned to walk away, but he voices out. "Go to Secretary Anisa for work handover. Tomorrow is your first day!" he walks away.
"Yes! I nailed it," I giggled.
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I pushed the door open. "Babies...Mamma got the job, and also I bought you guys something to eat,"
"Wow, Mamma, you're so brilliant. Congratulations, Mamma," Noelle rejoices as she runs to me and grabs the little cupcake box.
Noello just sat down on the couch looking. Unfortunately not amazed at Noelle and me. "Is that Boss of yours hiring Secretaries or aficionadi? It would help if you were careful, Mamma, and watch out for him," He hisses and faced what he is doing.
"You little brat. Who do you take after?" Fiorella looked pained at her savage son? I feel so sorry for the girls that would want him in the nearest future.
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A week later, I invited Laura to my home for dinner and mostly to thank her for helping me get a good-paying job and for her to see the twins.
"Laura, My Mamma is not around now. Maybe next time when you stop by, you'll see her." I mouthed with a smile.
"Noello, this is Aunty Laura. She's the one that helped Mamma get a good-paying job; she is also Mamma's old high school friend,"
Immediately Laura turned around to look at my kid; she half yelled with her eyes bulging out in shock. She cringes. "Fior...Fiorella!" she stuttered.
With his regular cold facial expression. He looks up to Laura with a strong, stern face. "Hello, Madam!" He voices out with his thick fifteen-year-old voice, but he's five years old. He nods at both of us and walks away.
"Fiorella...is...is that your boy?" she stammered.
"Yeah, he's my boy. His name is Noello. And I think my Mamma carried Noelle to the Mall. What?" I look at the still shocked Laura. "I invited you over for dinner to appreciate you for the job because, without you, I wouldn't have made it so far. Do you have to do this? To glance at my son like that as if I stole him!" I furrow my eyes at her.
"No...No, Fiorella, it's not like that...it's...it's just that, your son looks so much like Tito," she slowly turns to stare at me.
I felt sad instantly. "At first sight, I thought so too,"
"Could it be our Bosses son? But how is that even possible?" She inquired.
I giggled at her. "No way, there is no such coincidence,"
She looks sadly away from my eyes. "Last night, I called Dante...He's still into you, Fiorella; he misses you so much. Do you still love him?"
"NO!" I declared openly without any feeling whatsoever. "I feel sorry for him. We have already broken up. I've nothing to do with him now. I know that I've caused him a lot of pain. But I want to live a quiet life. I wouldn't say I like to contact him anymore," I elucidated.
"But, Fiorella, Dante loves you so much. Do you know that? He said he's willing to raise your twins with you!" She sounds angry.
"You told him I've twins?" I look awkwardly at her.
"Yes, I did. And he's willing to help you raise them," She added.
"That is ridiculous!" I proclaimed.
"You think so?" She looks lost at me. "You've changed so much, Fiorella, so much!" she added.
"Yes, I've and also as a single mother!" I let out.
Unedited Fiorella's POVI pray he inclines toward the orange juice because his fiancee said so herself this morning. I exhaled, carried the glass of juice, and knocked on his door. "Boss, your juice is ready!" I said vibrantly with a nourished smile on my face as I slowly dropped the glass on his drink shelf beside him. He was busy typing on his laptop. Immediately I got closer to him; his unique fragrance purely slapped me. He smells divine—God lord, how can a man scent so fine?I shook my head, shaking away the erotica thought that was about to take place in my motherly brain. He's taken, after all, and I've been single for five-six year's but the last time I was intimate was four years ago. It sucks being alone."I don't drink just any kind of juice!" He savagely said. "Bring Avocado juice!"I turn cold instantly; his voice holds no emotion. His gaze holds the truth of endless wrath. It's as if I'm the reason for all the problems in this world. I cringed. "I'm so sorry, Boss.
Fiorella's POV "He's a maniac!" I mutter still in disbelief about what happened. I touched my lips and swallowed hard. It was nice kissing though , his lips tasted good, I didn't realise when I licked my lips. 'What are you thinking, Fiorella, don't give in to temptation,' I said to myself and took a deep breath. I walked to my desk, I put my glasses back on and started processing the termination contract. It isn't easy but I'm really doing well. "If he thinks I will disgrace myself or he will have a chance to make fun of me then he is mistaken." I said with a smirk. I continued typing on the computer, I started dozing off slowly when the door suddenly flung, I was expecting to see my boss, but I was stunned to see a beautiful lady walk in. She looks beautiful, she has a model-like shape, she's wearing expensive clothes but I can't figure out where I've seen her. "Please who are you?" I couldn't help asking. She faced me with a puzzled face, that face suddenly filled with dis
Tito's POVAfter leaving the office to get some fresh air, I felt suffocated with that insane woman. She's really testing my patience, if she thinks she can dare me, then she's completely wrong, I'm looking for an opportunity to sack her or even f**k her too. I wandered back to the office after staying a while walking around the company. I used the opportunity to give instructions to boys in my clan, they have to do something before I get there. Reaching my office, I pushed the door open and walked in, I turn to see my secretary sleeping on duty. "What the h*ck is wrong with this hag?!" I yelled with a growl. I exhaled in order to control my anger, I pocketed my phone and frowned heavily. I hate it when my workers are slothful, when they are lazy like there is nothing to do and I end up wasting my money by paying them a salary."You must be kidding me!" I shook my head and walked to my table, I grabbed the cup of coffee on it. Without wasting any time, I walked briskly to her si
Fiorella's POVI could feel my heart racing, I was so anxious and nervous when his lips got closer to my face. His sexy honey eyes are scary to look into, only his voice could make one bawl out of fear, but I finally turned and was stunned when his lips slammed in mine, this isn't the first kiss today but it seemed different, it was wild. He broke this kiss when the door opened, I faced the door to see his fiancee, my nightmare really came through. She came in yelling and even attacked me but I smartly moved away as she tried slapping me. I looked to see on whose face that heavy slap landed and it was on my Boss's face. I gasped and raised my glasses, I couldn't see clearly so I put them back on . I was shocked when it happened. "Dio mio!" Gwendolyn repeated, her hand was visibly shaking. Her face turned pale and a bit whiter than before. "I'm...sorry," She stuttered and put her itchy hand behind her back. I felt like bursting into laughter watching the scene. It seems like the
Fiorella's POVMy mouth parted and suddenly went dry. "I told you to keep quiet..." Laura scolded with a sorry face. "I didn't know," I faked a cry and stomped my feet on the floor. "What is he going to do to me?" I whimpered and grabbed her two arms. "I need this job, Laura..." I said, shaking her. "I-I don't k-know." She stammered because I was shaking her. I released her arms and she gasped. "Why must you always act crazy?" Laura asked and rolled her eyes at me. I felt so agitated, his attitude was so shivering, I wondered what he was going to do to me, he said he was going to punish me, what kind of punishment would he give me? Would he try anything nasty with me? Remembering how he kissed me, I covered my b**bs with my hands. "You should go, delaying will make him more angry at you, I've had my encounters with him and being late would make him annoyed, just go," Laura urged and pushed me towards the door."I'm scared," I blurted out. "You are a tough girl, tough girls d
Next morning Fiorella freshens up, surprisingly she's the first to wake up, she woke up even before Signora Ginvera woke up, which is unlike her. Fiorella dresses up in her usual style, she isn't fashionable, her tangled hair, the cocky and ugly glasses, it's just like a normal day but today is special. She leaves her room and goes to Signora Ginvera's room, she knocks lightly on the door. In few minutes, the door opens and Signora Ginvera looks at her sleepily. "Fiorella," Signora Ginvera mutters, her eyes then widens in surprise to see her daughter awake at this time. "It's still early," Signora Ginvera said and looked at the clock in her room. "Mamma, it's just a few minutes to seven o'clock and I don't want to be late for such an important day." Fiorella replies with a grin. "Is there any special event happening in your office?" She asks but the latter nods in negative. "No, but it's going to be special for me," Fiorella answers, giggling excitedly. "Mamma for today take c
Gwendolyn stands by the door. "Get your hands off me!" Tito suddenly yells, even Gwendolyn who hears his shriek from outside crings in fear. She touches her chest and pats it gently before putting her ear closer to the door to eavesdrop. "What h*ck was that about?" Tito frowns at Fiorella who is far from him, his shouting makes her distance herself from him. "B-boss..." "You are crossing your limits," Tito growls authoritatively. "But you played along," Fiorella defends herself from his scolding. "Yes I did because she deserves it so I used you but I'm certain that now you are crossing your limits by touching me!" Tito frowns, his lips are downwards from side to side and his beard lowers. Fiorella lowers her gaze avoiding his eyes. "It's not like your body is gold, I don't want to touch you either," Fiorella mutters playing with fingers. "Take off those glasses!" Tito warned again , his gaze on her turned angry. Fiorella quickly takes off her glasses and lowers her eyes to t
Fiorella's POV I had to run all the way from where I was dropped by the cab to the company, I actually thought it was a company for making threads but I was wrong. I reached the reception and the receptionist was acting so rudely, I felt like dragging her blonde hair and slapping the hell out of her. Just when I was about to put my thoughts to action, I saw the Boss and other men. I don't know if they are partners or shareholders but I followed anyways. By the time I reached inside, the men were making nasty comments about me. For the first time, I really felt bad about something. I have to save money, I can't use everything for transportation. I shared the documents with them and Tito stood up and walked to the other side of the table with the hard drive. He put it into the projector and instead of showing the new clothing collections, it showed a s*x video. I gasped in shock, after looking at Tito who looked like he was going to kill me on the spot, he looks so scary right now.