“You know I used to have parents who really loved me.” She slurred indicating she was already drunk. Her eyes were hooded but it made her look sexier. I only stared at her, listening to her story as I asked her how she became an orphan.
She looked so beautiful tonight. When I saw her in that short tight dress, I knew I needed to keep an eye on her. She was just too stunning to be out of my sight so I stalked her tonight for all the wrong reasons she assumed.
“I was twelve when my mom left for New York. She had a seminar here. Something about inspiring artists who followed their dreams. My mom was American and didn’t have a good relationship with her family. They belittled her talent but she was brave enough to go to France and pursue her dreams. She met my father there. Thus my French
I have one mission tonight. I’m going to fuck her, sober or not.My lips travelled down towards her neck. Her scent making me go crazy as I bit, sucked and licked her neck, shoulder and collar. Her breasts were peeking out. I devoured it, succumbing to the temptation. When I lifted my head, her torso was already bare. Her two succulent globes so bare, served in a silver platter just for me. My eyes travelled back to her face. She was so high with alcohol and lust. I've never been so proud of what I’ve done.I then kissed her lips and whispered in between. “Amore, let me taste you.” She moaned.“Is that a yes, my love?” Her tongue suddenly dived into my mouth. I groaned at the unexpected aggression. I didn’t realiz
2 months later“It looks good.”I commented as I eyed the whole architecture of the club. I just had a tour of the place. It was nearly done and just the finishing touches left.“Thank you for trusting us, Mr. Di Angelo.” Jason Myers, who I trusted to handle the construction of my club, offered his hand. I reached for it and shook his hand.“I am impressed with the services and the quality of your work. Mr. Ranallo suggested a really great company for me to trust with the construction of my club. I admit I very much like it."“It’s an honor, Mr. Di Angelo. I think by next week we're done wi
I scowled at his question.“Sorry. Are you the husband?” He reiterated a different question.“Yes.” I answered with no second thoughts.He then gave me a huge grin. “Congratulations, Mr. Di Angelo. Your wife is pregnant.” My eyes bulged from their sockets.Holy shit. That was not what I had in mind.I immediately shook the feeling away, not forgetting my concern towards her. “Is she okay? Why does she look so pale and thin? Why did she vomit? How far along is she?” I bombarded him with questions I thought I could never ask because of the shock. I was so worried for her and the n
“You ready?”I lost count how many times she didn’t answer me or just simply ignore me. My own house and I feel like I didn’t even exist here when she never really looks my way. I felt like a ghost who’s haunting her.She walked past me and I followed her. She stopped when she didn’t know which car I’d bring so I walked ahead and led her to a simple family car. I opened the car door for her and she immediately went in as if I was a mere butler working here.I sighed deeply. I was already on edge. I don’t think I could take it anymore. I wanna get mad, get all aggressive towards her just like I usually do to her. I reveled in the power I used to have when she’s scared or nervous of me. And then I thought of h
The playful look she had on me morphed into seriousness when she noticed the gravity of my words.“Have you had lunch, Sol?” She hinted if I wanted to take this conversation over lunch but I shook my head. There’s no better place but to have this conversation here.“Alright.” She took the hint. “What is it, fratello?”“Remember when I said you’re better suited being the don than I?” She raised a curious brow. A smirk started growing on her painted lips.“I know where this is going.” She said in amusement. “Sol, he gave the family to you for a reason. It was not because I’m a woman or daddy’s little girl. That&rsqu
Avery scowled as she tried to lunge at me. I raised my two hands to block her just in case she really will throw her fist. The woman could pack a powerful punch. I’m not even just saying it out of observation because I did experience it firsthand when we spar one time.“You promised not to harm her.” She chastised.“I didn’t harm her okay.” I was still putting my guard up, my two hands still full on display on the air. “M-maybe I-I took advantage of her but-”“That’s the more reason I should kill you.” She exclaimed. She took a step forward and I automatically stepped back. “I don’t know if I should be glad that you didn’t hurt her or the fact that she’s pregnant wit
“You left me, Dante.” She repeated with conviction.I was stunned at her confession. “I know I overreacted. Who wouldn't be? But we could’ve talked, you know. When I came back to the penthouse, you’re no longer there.”“You were the one who left first. I checked your room but you weren’t there anymore.” I tried to defend.“I left to cool myself down.” She retorted. Her look gave off as if she couldn’t believe I did the easy way out. “I can’t face you while I’m still feeling so freaking angry at you. I asked one of your men whom I noticed who kept following me by the way, where you were. He said you left for Italy. Imagine what I felt when you left after you got what you al
“I do. It’s hard not to know him when I destroyed her painting.” I remember how she always whined about it. I didn't care at first but I was eventually struck at her emotions especially when she cried. It was one of the first times that I actually felt guilty about something.She shook her head in amusement. “You are such an asshole, Angelo. The girl has been depressed for quite a while. I had to push her about the auction so she could focus on something else and you had to ruin it.”“Well, if I didn’t ruin it, we wouldn’t have met.” I shrugged, reminiscing the first time we met. She was so scared of me. When I kept her as my captive, she often had the courage to stand up against me and when I got angry, she stood back like a wounded pup.