(Lisa's POV) My eyes went to the wall clock, and I exhaled for the umpteenth time. It was already past 9 PM, and Alessio still hadn't returned home. I had come to his suite just so I'd be the first person to know when he was back, but I had been in his room for over an hour with no sign of him entering. I would have called him, but I didn’t have his number. Ivan wasn’t home either. If he was, I would have asked why Alessio was taking so long to return. It was crazy how much I missed him now, considering I had always wished he wouldn't come close to me. "Don’t miss me too much. When I’m back, we’ll continue where we left off. I’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk." I blushed hard at the memory of his words, my face simpering. My body heated up as I recalled how we had almost had sex—if not for the phone call that interrupted us. Feeling bored while waiting for him, I scrolled through the pictures I had taken when he took me to watch the sunset. I couldn't stop myself fr
(Lisa's POV) "Am I hurting you?" he whispered, driving his cock deeper inside me. I pressed my lips together to suppress the pain. I was actually enjoying the way his cock slid inside me, but he was huge, and my pussy hadn't adjusted to his size yet. Even with the pain, I wanted him. It wasn’t as painful as when he took my virginity that night, so I shook my head, not wanting to give him a reason to stop. The first time we had sex, I was drunk and didn’t remember all the details. Now that I was sober, I wanted to remember every bit of it—and enjoy it as well. "Are you sure?" he asked again, gripping my waist and making me grind against his cock. "Yes," I moaned loudly. I didn’t know how to ride a cock, so he guided me by moving my waist back and forth. My brain went numb as his cock moved inside me. He took off my top, and my round breasts bounced free. I wasn’t wearing a bra, so he didn’t have to unhook anything. Alessio went straight for my breasts, sucking on my nip
(Alessio's POV) After so many times of denying me her body, she finally gave it to me. I finally got to bury my cock inside her. Last night was mesmerizing. I enjoyed every bit of it. The way my cock moved inside her at a fast pace felt like an artist winning a Grammy. I would have continued from last night’s sex in the bathroom, where she had allowed me to touch her breasts and finger her pussy all in the name of bathing her, but I had to hold back. I had been so rough last night, and even though I wanted her badly again, I still needed to give her a break—else she might pass out. Lisa—I don’t know why she finally allowed me to touch her, but I’m too selfish when it comes to her, so I don’t want to think too much about it. I was beyond excited about how things were turning out. She allowed me to make love to her, and she was no longer thinking of escaping. Does she love me the way I love her? I wondered, but I tried not to get my hopes up too high. Maybe she was just doin
(Lisa's POV) I was lost in the book I was reading when I was distracted by the notification from my phone. I checked who the message was from, and when I saw that it was Alessio, I simpered, my cheeks turning red. "Your collarbones are fucking sexy," was the message he sent me. When I sent him a picture of myself, I just wanted him to see that I was actually reading, but instead of paying attention to what the picture entailed, all he could see was my collarbones. Am I angry about it? Of course not. It was the first time he had complimented me, and I loved it. I didn’t know what to say, so I sent him a red heart emoji. "Your collarbones are fucking sexy." The words replayed in my head a thousand times, and I found myself wishing I could hear him say it in his deep voice rather than just in a text—but it was better than nothing. I abandoned my book and focused on the text he had sent me, simpering and blushing at the same time. When an idea entered my head, I sprang up from the
(Lisa's POV) I entered Alessio's suite with a tray of food in my hand, Isabella's words lingering in my mind. I dropped the food on the table and sat on the bed, thinking deeply about it. The first time I gave my body to him was because I was drunk and not in my right state of mind. When I gave him my body for the second time and let him do whatever he wanted with it, I was sober, which meant I knew what I was doing. Does that mean we are an item now, or was I just a means of satisfaction for him? He said he never had sex with any other woman after our first night together. Does that mean I have a place in his heart, or was I just someone he wanted to keep around? I was thinking deeply about this because I didn't want to appear as a whore. I had given my body to him not out of lust, but because I was slowly falling in love with him. He isn't the kind of man I dreamt of marrying, but sometimes we can't choose who our heart desires, especially when the man your heart flutter
(Lisa's POV)I entered Alessio's suite a few days later and met Ivan instead of him. Ivan was working on a laptop, which I assumed belonged to Alessio."Madame," he smiled at me."Where's Alessio?" I asked."He's at the gym," Ivan replied with a smile.I nodded and left the suite. Ivan had once shown me where the gym was inside the house, and I still remembered the way. I’m good at memorizing things—the only thing I can't do or remember is cooking.Entering the gym, I found Alessio lifting weights, the veins in his muscles on full display as he moved the bar up and down. He was shirtless, and the beads of sweat rolling down his chest were already making me have… naughty thoughts.Gosh! He's right. I am obsessed with his chiseled chest."How long are you going to keep staring at me?" he asked, setting the weights down.I beamed at him as I walked closer, my eyes scanning the space.I had been here once before, but I hadn’t paid much attention to the beauty of the gym because all I coul
(Alessio's POV) I have always hated it when women touch me, that's why I always take the lead when I'm having sex with them. What I told Lisa was true—she was the first woman I had kissed. I had always treated women unfairly when having sex with them, but with Lisa, it was different. She’d be the first woman to give me a blow job. She pushed my cock further into her mouth, making me groan in excessive pleasure. She said she had zero knowledge about giving a man a blow job, but she was handling it like a pro. Her mouth kept sucking on my cock as she played with my balls. Damn! How could she be so good at this on her first try? My hand went to the back of her head, and I used it to push more of her mouth into my cock. She choked, but she continued sucking it deeper and harder. I couldn't hold back my moans. I didn’t expect much from her, but fuck, she was good. It was the best reward I had ever received. "Lisa..." I moaned as her tongue teased the tip of my cock. If she
(Alessio's POV) "Boss Alessio, you need to calm down," Ivan stammered as fear gripped him. "Don't tell me to fucking calm down, Ivan!" I snarled, recalling how he had recommended the Gianicolo Hills to me when I asked him for the perfect place in Rome to watch the sunset. He was the only one who knew I had taken Lisa there, and earlier today, I had told him to tell Lisa I was at the gym, just in case she entered my suite looking for me. All evidence pointed to him because he always shows up a few minutes after the stranger's call ended. He is either the strange caller or he's working with him, tipping him off about me. "You really have the nerve to do this knowing fully well what I am capable of? Either you're the strange caller or you're working for him, and I am going to blow your head off for your betrayal!" I raged. Ivan gave me a sad look before walking closer to me, the gun I was holding aimed at his forehead. "Go ahead and blow my brain out if you think I am capab
(Lisa's POV) I went back to the head teacher's office with Alessia, and Kayla's mom smirked at me, her arms crossed. "Are you here to finally kneel before me?" she asked, her voice laced with pride. My anger was burning, but I was trying my best to stay calm, and it was all for Alessia. "I thought this was a preschool where kids are brought up in love, without anyone being treated unfairly." "What are you talking about, Ms. Simpsons? You should be apologizing, not telling us how to handle this school. We treat every kid equally," the head teacher said, while Kayla's mom blew air onto her manicured nails, awaiting an apology that would never come. "You call this treating every kid here equally?" I fumed, showing them the bitten wound on Alessia's wrist. "Kayla was the one who bit my daughter first, and rather than handling the situation equally, you pinned the blame on my daughter!" I snapped at Alessia's teacher. Being a mother has really changed me a lot. I was no longer the
(Lisa's POV) "Thank you so much, mister!" I thanked the repairman with so much excitement in my voice after he handed the phone to me. "It wasn't easy to bring it back to life, but I'm glad I did," he said, smiling back at me. I grinned at him, placing the phone on my chest with a broad smile. "The phone must be of sentimental value to you, right?" he asked, and I nodded with a smile. "Was it given to you by your boyfriend?" he teased, but I covered his question with a laugh. I paid him for his service before leaving. The excitement inside of me didn’t leave my face for even a second. I was just so happy to have the phone back to life. Returning home, I sat on the sofa, watching the videos of Alessio from five years ago. It’s been five years, but I never get tired of watching him. I was addicted to watching the videos of him, and anytime I did, I always had this sad smile on my face. Oftentimes, I wondered how life would have been for the both of us if I hadn’t betrayed
(Alessio's POV) It's her birthday today… it's something I can't forget, since everything about her was stuck in my brain like a tattoo. If she were here, we'd be celebrating her birthday, but I don't want her to be here, neither do I want to see her. Five years have passed, but the pain still lingers as if everything had happened yesterday. Her betrayal is still intact, and the pain she inflicted on me when she betrayed me is still fresh. It's like it never heals no matter how much time has passed, and it only makes me burn in fury. Do I still hate her? That I can't really tell, but one thing is for sure, I never want to see her face again. It would only remind me of how much of a fool I was for falling in love with a woman like her. She took my love for her for granted. Even when I didn't tell her how much I loved her five years ago, I did say it so many times through my actions and the way I treated her differently. I never want to see her face. She and my mom are
(Lisa's POV) "I think it's best if you get a new phone, Miss," the phone repairman advised, but I shook my head in disagreement. It was my very first gift from Alessio, and I couldn't let go of it. It's been five years since I last saw Alessio. Five years, but nothing seems to have changed. The feelings I have for him was still there like it was just yesterday, but my betrayal toward him still haunts me in my quiet moments. Every day I long for him—for his smile, for his touch, and to hear the way he talks. But I was scared... scared to reach out to him and most especially scared to go to Italy. I knew I could easily see him if I went to Italy, but the deadly warnings he gave me before we separated were still fresh in my ears, so I couldn't dare go back to Italy even if I desperately longed to. The only thing that was left with me were the memories of my life with him, before my unforgettable betrayal. "You need to try your best. The phone is important to me, and it's not so
(Lisa's POV) "It's been a while, Lisa. How have you been?" Nathan asked me with a smile. I furrowed my brows at him, wondering if he had forgotten what he did to me, but nevertheless, I beamed a smile at him. If he hadn't shattered my heart, I wouldn't have gotten the chance to know a man like Alessio. "I've been good. What about you?" I asked, trying my best to be formal. There was no reason to be informal with him. "I've been good too. Where have you been all this while? I constantly go to your workplace, but all what your boss keep saying is that you're on a business trip. I couldn't go to your dad, because you must've told him what I did to you." "Exactly, Nathan. I'm glad you still remember what you did to me. So why do you keep going to my boss asking about me?" I asked sharply. "It's because I miss you, Lisa," he murmured, and I chuckled, finding his words so funny. "You miss me? What about the woman you were with? Didn't she sponsor your business like you claimed
(Lisa's POV) I betrayed the man I love and the man who loves me, and no matter what my reasons were, it wasn't justified. I had a chance to ask him about it, but rather than confronting him, I acted rashly. He lost everything. A lot of innocent souls died because of me, and it's best if I leave. If he had wanted to kill me, I would have accepted it, but since he wanted me out of his life, I will do as he says, even though it hurts being separated from him. Staring at the entrance of the airport, my tears fell down my cheeks, but I wiped them off with a sob. With the despicable thing I have done, I don't know if I could live a normal life. I will forever be haunted for betraying him and for killing innocent souls. I sniffled one last time. I made to enter the airport, but I bumped into someone. "I'm sorry," I managed to say, but fresh tears fell from my eyes and down to my cheeks when I saw I had bumped into Angelo. "Angelo," I said, nearly breaking into tears. I had
(Alessio's POV) "How long have I been unconscious?" I asked. "For a few days," Ivan answered. I sighed, trying to sit up on the bed, but Ivan quickly stopped me from doing so. "You shouldn't do that yet. Your wounds are still fresh," he said, but I ignored him and sat up on the bed, enduring the pain. Every part of my body was filled with injuries. It hurt and itched at the same time. "Where's Salvatore?" "He left a few minutes before you woke up," Ivan replied. "Is it true that Enzo destroyed everything, including my house and the clan?" Ivan looked at me and sadly nodded his head. "We lost the mobsters at the clan. The innocent maids also died from the explosion." "No single person survived?" I asked, hiding how bad I felt. "No one, Boss Alessio. We have nothing left," Ivan answered, wiping his tears, as he was too emotional to control them. I failed to protect my men. If I hadn't been trapped under Enzo's custody, none of this would have happened. "Aren’
(Writer's POV) "What did I just hear you just say? You gave who to who?" Salvatore sneered. He had booked an early flight to Rome so he could know the happenings of the clan, only for him to meet dead monsters and a destroyed clan. Lisa took in her lips, unable to say anything. Salvatore had always said she'd betray Alessio, and she felt so embarrassed because his instinct came to pass. She betrayed the man who loves her. A man who always showed up whenever she was in danger. She made a promise… but couldn't keep her promise. She was just like his mother. "Have your tongue been cut off? Repeat what you just said!" he snapped at her, and tears strolled down her eyes. No matter how much she cried, it wouldn't justify what she had done. "I didn't mean to betray him," she began sobbing. "I thought he killed my dad, so I gave him an apple injected with succinylcholine. He became weak because of it, and Enzo was able to trap him. Enzo has him in his custody and it's all
(Writer's POV) "Did Don Alessio answer the phone?" Isabella asked Ivan in a panicked voice, while Ivan shook his head with a sigh. "Why would Lisa even think of leaving the house?" Isabella murmured, her worries palpable. She had earlier gone to Lisa's room to talk to her, only to find out she wasn't in her room. When she got worried, she asked Ivan for help, and he looked into the surveillance cameras and they both found out that Lisa had sneaked out of the house by secretly entering the car trunk of Alessio's car. "Do you think Don Alessio has seen her already?" "I don't think so, Isabella. It's unlike him not to answer the phone either. Something seems off and I can feel it," Ivan muttered. Isabella swiped her hand through her hair in frustration. "Why can't Lisa just believe that Vanessa was indeed a spy?" "Asking questions won't do. If Alessio still doesn't know she's not in the house, then we should find her before he does." Isabella nodded, and just as they were about t