Don AngeloThis girl is asking me what she has done wrong. After everything she put me through just now, she thinks it's okay? What the fuck has she been learning at my side?I woke up this morning with anticipation, hoping to place my hands on her soft body and have a sweet morning.However, Carla makes me have a very bad morning. She leaves the bedroom without alerting me, and I don't even know where to find her.I roam my eyes everywhere, but she's nowhere to be found.I then move toward the bathroom, hoping to catch her in the shower, but she's still not there.When I rush to the sitting room, I see an empty place, and even Hattos is not there.After searching the other three empty rooms, I finally decide to knock on Hattos' door. That is when I hear the sound of plates in the kitchen after knocking on the door.I don't even remember the excuse I gave to Hattos before leaving that place. In my mind, Carla has also left me. At a point my mind starts to feel that she has abandoned m
CarlaDon Angelo says I need to perform well tonight; if not, I'll get spanked twenty-one times on my butt before I serve him in bed. I am also supposed to avoid the kitchen totally, unless he states otherwise. So, right now, my only aim is to bring on my A-game and please him tonight. If not, I may not be able to sit peacefully in the next few days. I follow him silently, anxious about what lies on the other side for me. After a few minutes, we finally pass through what looks like a huge tunnel in the secret cabin and make it to a stone door. He unlocks it with a mechanism I don't dare to watch.Finally, we emerge in a room that looks abandoned. There are cobwebs everywhere, and it's clear no one has been here in a long time.I turn around to take a final look behind me, but I'm shocked to see nothing but a wall behind me. Nothing would ever point to this room being a secret passage. So clever. We finally emerge at the gates, and the guards begin to bow toward us. They also seem q
Mateo Garcia Garcia mansionThe bitch in my bed is driving me crazy. She is so sloppy and disgusting. How dare that pimp give me a used woman? If I don't take it out on her, then I am not Mateo Garcia. I will make her pay for this insult. Me, fucking a used and loose woman? Tsk! Heads will roll for this. My groin is on fire. However, this bitch has no excuse for being in my bed. I know that because my dick can't even feel her walls. How used should she be for me to have that experience? Seeing her still trying to please me, aroused and disgusted at the same time. I cannot fuck this bitch. “Get the fuck out of my bed!” The fuck those people were thinking to send me this used product.My words cause her to flinch, and she jumps to her feet, trembling like a leaf. She even has a cut on her lips. What the heck! Someone wants to drive me crazy.“Get the fuck out! Now!!!” She tries to wear her clothes, but I dare her to do so in my room. Staring at her naked and retreating form, I wonde
Carla This place looks like a fan fair, with all these celebrities and other big names in the fashion world trooping in. I bet the organizer is a top fashion icon also. Nothing makes me happier than discovering that Don Angelo doesn't fancy the flash of cameras and everything that has to do with being on the news headlines. He is a very private person, and not much is known about him. The people only know him as the successor of the Hernandez clan.Don Angelo and Hattos move toward their table as if it's a usual spot for them. As for me, I decide not to ask any questions. All I want to do is stay beside him like an obedient doll and return home without getting punished. That's all I want. I don't know why, but in this huge venue, Don Angelo's seat is in a corner somewhere, close to one of the exits - far away from all the bright lights and prying eyes of others. I wonder why I'm even surprised. Roaming my gaze through the crowd, I notice everyone here is dressed to the nines, and
CarlaLucinda Caprio. A beautiful young woman with an equally beautiful name. Even though she has tear stains on her face, I can see her still carrying herself with a lot of grace. It's like she's born to be a superior being. Begging doesn't even leave a bad image on her. I like her already. “Please, lady, you said you can help me.” Did I say I can help her? Yeah! I did. But I am only referring to her dress. I can fix the zipper right away. Why does she seem to be referring to something different?“Eeeem, sorry, but I only want to help with your zipper. I can't stay here for too long.” Why is she looking at me like that?“That’s fine. Please come and take a look at something.” Just as the words fall, she drags me to God knows where, and I am now in a dressing room, looking at different ladies sitting down with disappointment etched on their faces. What is going on here? Do they all have problems with their zippers or what? “Why are we here?” I ask her for clarification, and she bri
Don AngeloI don’t want to leave the table and have Carla looking everywhere for us when she returns, so I’m left here with Hattos. He is still here because I have not moved an inch but is communicating with my other men disguised as cleaners, servers, cooks, and security guards. Some of them are even disguised as invited guests. Hattos always makes such arrangements when we attend public events like this.Despite so many of my men being here, they still can’t find her. I should be checking the CCTV footage in the control room, but I’ll hate to see my people clashing with the Caprios. We are not really on good terms, and besides, that sneaky bastard, Mateo Garcia, would try to use the slightest escalation to his advantage. This girl has grown some balls. She has the nerve to keep me waiting all this while. Have I been too soft on her or something? For her sake, I hope she did not run away. I just hope so. For her own sake. I’m tired of sitting in the same spot and waiting for her to
Lucinda CaprioI don't know what I'm doing or why I'm even being such a chicken. However, I just know that I don't have it in me to watch the last show. The ultimate dress is not on the model I paid to walk the runway. She decides to ditch me at the last minute, and Carla is out there doing something she has never done before. How can I watch that live? I may just die of a heart attack. Walking the runway is not for everyone, and I hope that if for nothing at all, this dress will beat my ultimate dress from last season. That dress has been the talk of the town for months, and no local brand is able to beat my price just yet. Five million dollars for a single dress is no small money, and I'm happy this piece is above that one by many folds. At that time, an international model was my showstopper, and no one can tell me she did not do a good job.Now, this design has my heart and soul in it, and I stitched every line and every thread with my broken wrist. No one knows it, but that's
CarlaHow did I get here? I was only trying to help a stranger with her dress and get off the stage. How come I am now a commodity being priced at an auction? I know I have messed up, and Don Angelo doesn't even want to look at me, but I have learned my lesson. I will never do anything this stupid again. Why won't he look my way?God, please make him have mercy on me… Don Angelo… Please, save me. Please… I can't even dare to cry in public. What image would I create for him? He might even punish me more than I deserve. How many spanks am I getting tonight? I can't count, because I may just faint by imagining it. “One billion dollars for the dress and the model!” Who is this man? Why is he trying to do this to me? I have not seen him before. I don't even know anyone here. So, why are they trying to make a fool out of me here? Who pays one billion dollars for a dress?Can't there be anything normal in this place? Is this what a fashion show in Jet City looks like? I am sorry, Don Ang
Angelo “Angelo, you’re finally out. You haven’t taken anything the whole day. Should I get you something to eat?” Food? Tsk! Am I a kid?“Any news?” I can’t be bothered with Hattos treating me like a special needs child that he must take extra care of. I just lost my wife to my stupidity, so how can I stomach food right now? I don’t even know what state she’s in right now.“What is it? Are you talking, or do I need to beat the words out of your fucking mouth?” This idiot is looking at me as if I stole a candy from him. He might as well tell me, “I told you so.” That pitiful look of his doesn’t cut it for me at all.“Angelo, I believe Carla ran away disguised as a woman in her early thirties.” Hattos hands me a pen drive as he speaks. Slotting the device into my laptop, video footage begins to play from the company Carla visited earlier in the morning. Her interaction with the guard and everything else looks normal at a glance. However, before she leaves him for the washroom, the g
Angelo“My dearest Angelo, My time beside you was worth every minute, and I will cherish it for as long as I live. Despite everything you did and said, I know you love me more than you’re letting on. I have seen you cry in silence when you thought no one was watching. I saw the hurt in your eyes when you stared at your late father’s portrait like a zombie. I don’t believe for a minute that you don't love me. You have done too much for me to think otherwise. Henceforth, I set us free from this bondage. I know you cannot do it, so I chose to act for both of us. My love, live freely, and stop treating yourself as the greatest sinner alive. Angelo, I have never said this to you, but you are a good man, and I am glad our paths crossed-though it was quite brief.I will pray for you, Angelo. I will also try to find anything I can from my end. I do not believe my father is callous enough to betray his bosom friend, your father. If I can prove how honorable and trustworthy my father is, I
CarlaI don’t know what my facial expression looks like, but I’m glad my back is turned toward the guard. He would have seen how flustered I look right now. I spent a lot of time, effort, and planning to finally settle on this day. It’s a good thing Angelo had to pull the Alpha Team members back on a mission. It would have been disastrous for me to have Daisy around.Besides, my itinerary is only known to Angelo and me, so there can be no ambush this time. Why, then, is he coming here to pick me up personally? “Okay. I’ll be out soon.” I hold my tummy and hurry forward as if I’m in pain. I begin to open the cubicle doors one after the other. As soon as I spot a duffel bag on the water closet in one of the cubicles, I hurriedly change into my disguise. Even Don Angelo will have a hard time fishing me out in this. Six minutes. I used six whole minutes. Now, Don Angelo will be here in nine. I need to leave here before he arrives. I pick up my phone and send a text message to the guar
CarlaLast night was something else. We have been going on and on for so long that I did not have a wink of sleep till the sun came up. Everything only ended when I begged Angelo to allow me to sleep for a while. I made him understand that if I don’t sleep, I may just pass out beneath him. This time, Angelo listened and allowed me to finally get some shut-eye. If I were not to be with him the whole night, I would have believed that he took an aphrodisiac.I feel like a prisoner, trying to stomach something that should not taste good in my mouth in the first place. I am so worried about how everything would end for my brother and me, more so about how this ticking time bomb could just explode at any time. It’s been three weeks since the first night, and I have become a different person altogether. For the safety of Aldo, I am willing to bide my time beside Angelo, allowing him to fuck me in any way he pleases. After all, we are just fuck buddies now.However, for the child in my womb
AngeloThis whole scene reminds me of when we first got to Jet City. At the time, Carla was only my pet, and I fucked her however I wanted. What made me happy at the time was that I did not have to talk too much. She was always ready to open those legs and welcome me in. No matter the time, my bitch was always available. Now, she’s my wife, all because of that damn word called love. Why did I allow my emotions to get in the way? If not for those treacherous feelings, I wouldn’t be this worked up over what to do about her and Aldo. I just love her too much.A part of me wishes she would just be an ordinary person. I wish she were the daughter of a regular Joe. I won’t be feeling like a sinner in that case.A part of me also wanted to vindicate Clark Davidson. I wanted to believe he was innocent because his daughter is such a sweet soul. However, no matter where I look or how many times I double-check, I still get the same result.“Fuck!” Carla’s warm lips finally lead my cock into he
AngeloShe’s still preventing me from touching her. Now, my words don’t even mean anything to her anymore. Her lower lip is filled with bite marks from her own teeth. How can she bite herself when I clearly told her not to do it? Now, feeling those tits in my mouth is like I finally got a toy I have been pining for for ages. How can I let her go after taking such a sweet bite? To think she’s still shaking her head and telling me to stop.Carla should already know by now that I don’t start things I can’t finish. How am I to let her go when my groin is on fire for her? My mind is a mess right now, and my indecision is so unlike me. I can only hope to have a good fuck to clear my head.For the past four months, I have been living like a monk. I have a wife, but I hide to peek at her. I also have to suck it in whenever I am aroused. Now that she has disobeyed me without any consideration, I can only teach her a lesson so we both get on the same page. I still don’t know what to do about
CarlaAfter returning from Aldo’s place, I take a quick bath and put on some comfy home clothes. I have been told that Don Angelo would soon be home. Once he gets here, Lady Lana would give me a call. We both need to have a chat. Since he does not wish to see me anymore, it would be better for me to take a step back and get out of his life. It’s the least I can do. That way, I won’t be an eyesore for him anymore. I doubt Don Angelo would say no to this proposal. [Ring!][Ring!!][Ring!!!]“Hello, Lady Lana,”Great! Lady Lana is calling me. I bet Don Angelo is back. Just as I predicted, she confirms Don Angelo’s arrival. She even informs me that I will meet him in his study. I quickly put on my shoes and rushed toward the place. I need to hurry there before he leaves the mansion unannounced. It’s been a long time since I last came here. Well, that doesn’t matter. It’s not like any of the guards would dare to stop me from going up the stairs. Even though he may be regretting it n
AngeloHattos leaves after relaying his message. I know he’s waiting in the car, and I need to get some important documents and head out. I walk toward the door with a few confidential files in my hand, only to notice Carla still lying dazedly on the floor. Is it the knowledge of her father’s treachery that got her so worked up, or did my disagreement with her idea of divorce make her look like a ghost?Without a second thought, I drag her to her feet and out through the door. “Let go of me, Angelo. I’m not going anywhere with you.” My hands resting on her elbow tighten at those words, and I pause in my steps. Carla has no room to negotiate with me, but she’s struggling to free herself from my grip as if this is up for discussion. I guess a little reminder about her situation would help.“Now, you listen and listen good. I don’t give a damn about what you want to do or not. From this moment on, you breathe when I tell you to and not a moment later. Do I make myself clear?”There she
Angelo What the heck! Did I just hear wrongly or what?As if I would hear her better if she stepped into the room, Carla walks in leisurely. It’s just like she’s taking a stroll in the park.“Carla…” Hattos calls out to her in a pleading voice that is barely above a whisper. Hmmph! He’s trying to warn her, but the young lady just grew some wings. She is even staring me down.“How much of our discussion did you hear?” What she heard would determine my next course of action. My blood is running wildly as I await her words, but I want to hear them all the same. “Oh, enough. I heard enough to make me realize that there is no future for us. In your own words, there is no happily ever after between us, right?” Fuck!She heard everything. Carla heard every damn thing. How come I did not pick up any signal about her presence? I guess I must have been too agitated just now. “Let’s get a divorce, Angelo. No need to further each other anymore.” She’s repeating the words as if I did not hear