FAZER LOGINMy precious readers, I am so sorry to share that I had to slow down today. My fingers are quite swollen and my joints are hurting, so I think it's time for me to see a doctor. Because I’m in a bit of pain and having trouble focusing, I want to hear from you! How should the next scene play out? Should they go through with it and give in to the tension? Should someone interrupt them at the worst possible moment? Or should I cut the scene here and shift to a brand-new setting? Let me know what you think in the comments! Your ideas will help me get through the writer's block while I recover. I’ll be back with an update quickly and won't let you wait longer. Much love!
Rosa went straight to her apartment, only to find the usual whirlwind of Lucy and Renzo replaced by a rare, heavy stillness. She dialed Lucy, who explained that she had taken Renzo grocery shopping to break the boredom of the afternoon. After a quick change of clothes, Rosa headed straight to the Prose and Stanza offices.The building felt different today. Holding sixty percent of the shares, she was now the boss in every practical sense, even with the court's final verdict still hanging over her. She arrived to find that neither Rita nor Alberto had come into the office today, a discovery that brought her a sharp sense of relief.Without their interference, she spent the afternoon buried in the gears of the business. She bypassed the usual small talk, diving instead into rigorous strategy sessions. She sat with authors to pin down overdue timelines, hammered out aggressive marketing targets, and moved from one department meeting to the next with a sharp, instinctive clarity.The staf
With a sudden, violent movement, his hands clamped onto her waist. He spun her around before she could blink, slamming her front-first against the cool, wet tile of the shower wall. Rosa gasped as she was pressed between the stone and the towering heat of his body.He didn't wait. Luciano reached down, his fingers hooking into the hem of her black pencil skirt and shoving the fabric up to her waist. His hand flattened against her through the thin lace of her panties, rubbing her ruthlessly. She writhed against his touch, her back arched as his massive chest pressed into her spine, pinning her forward. Her cheek grazed the cool, wet tiles of the shower wall.“Dio, piccola... you’re so wet for me,” he hissed against her ear, his breath scorching her skin despite the water.Though her clothes were damp from the shower, he could feel the difference. This stickiness, this frantic heat blooming between her thighs, wasn't from the water—it was all for him.With a swift, dominant force, Lucia
The water poured over them in a relentless, rhythmic beat, slicking her hair back and streaming down the heated planes of his face.“What are you doing?” she gasped, blinking through the deluge and looking up at him, her chest heaving against his. The water slid over them both, a cold shock against the mounting, feverish heat radiating between their bodies.“Making your job easy,” he growled, his voice a low vibration that seemed to cut through the heavy downpour.He didn't take his eyes off hers as he began to strip. His movements were violent, fueled by a restless energy as he wrenched the heavy fabric away from his body. First, his jacket was thrown to the sodden floor, followed instantly by his tie and shirt. Rosa’s breath hitched, her gaze involuntarily tracking the trail of water droplets as they chased each other down the sculpted, hard-packed planes of his chest and over the jagged lines of his abdominal muscles.He didn't stop there. His hands landed on his belt, the metallic
Luciano’s eyes remained fixed on her, wide with surprise, his lips parting slightly as if he were in a trance. He watched, mesmerized, as she carelessly tossed her sling bag onto the sofa and slid her hands up to lock behind his neck. When her lips finally landed on his, kissing him softly, he let out a jagged breath. His eyes drifted shut in sheer pleasure; he had been dying to kiss her, and here she was, finally granting his wish.But her taking the initiative was new, and the novelty of it fueled his hunger. He deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking hers, but before he could lose himself in the moment, Rosa pulled away. Her face was no longer soft; it was twisted with sudden annoyance.“What’s wrong?” he breathed, his voice thick with interrupted desire.Rosa frowned, her nose wrinkling in distaste. “Her smell,” she grunted. “Laura’s perfume is all over you. It disgusts me.”She shoved at his chest, trying to untangle his arms from her waist, but Luciano held fast. He wasn't about t
His demanding voice froze her in her tracks. She spun around to face him, her heart hammering against her ribs.“What now?” her tone was sharp, echoing through the wide expanse of the penthouse.Luciano simply shook his head. This little thing... she never ceased to amuse him. No thank you, no word of appreciation—she was actually going to walk out the door just like that. He had never met a woman so blatantly rude. Or, perhaps more accurately, she was the most feisty woman he had ever encountered.“That’s very rude of you, piccola, to leave the moment your business is finished,” he said, his tone bordering on a mock complaint.Rosa narrowed her eyes, refusing to let him see how much his presence affected her. “The purpose I came here for is done, so why should I stay?” she asked with a look of feigned innocence.Luciano shook his head again, looking at her with a sense of dark helplessness. She was impossible, and he loved every second of it.“You’re in such a hurry to leave that you
Rosa’s mouth fell open at the sheer audacity of his proposal. Her face flushed a deep crimson, and she scowled with a mix of shock and disgust."You're insane," she breathed, her eyes wide as she took a step back from his overwhelming presence."You know I am," he shockingly admitted. He leaned closer, the scent of his expensive cologne and cold steel surrounding her. His voice dropped to a husky whisper against her ear. "Only for you. And I can do anything you want."Rosa blinked at him, her heart skipping a beat. Seeing the cold, ruthless Italian Don flirting with her was rare, and it always left her reeling. Most of the time, he was a man of demands, forcing her to bend according to his will and ordering her around.The chime of the doorbell shattered the
“You look relaxed,” Reid remarked as he steered the car toward the office. The two friends had decided to ride together while Luciano gave Luca a few hours off, though Luca was still trailing them in another car. No matter how calm the day seemed, the Italian Don had a list of enemies miles long, a
The morning light in the hospital ward was clinical and cold, mocking the exhaustion deep in Rosa’s bones. She had spent the night in a plastic chair, her hand resting on Renzo’s small, rhythmic chest.When Lucy arrived, she looked far too energized for 7:00 AM. She was excited that Renzo was going
Rosa’s shift was nearing its end when her phone buzzed with an unknown number. She hesitated, her finger hovering over the screen, before finally sliding to answer.“Hello?”“Good evening, Ms. Rosa. My name is Nicholas—the man you collided with this evening at the coffee shop,” the voice on the othe
Just as Luciano turned the corner, Rosa arrived at the other end of the hall. She saw his retreating back, but at that exact moment, Luciano turned around. Rosa froze.Pure, cold fear gripped her. She instinctively ducked against the wall, hiding behind a thick marble pillar. Luciano’s eyes swept th







