LOGINChapter 127.“Oh, fucking goodness.” The loud gasp slipped past Isadora’s lips, her nails digging firmly into the edge of the marble while the sting of the harsh slap traveled across her body, sending sensation down her spine.“That’s it.” Alessio groaned, rubbing his palm all over her succulent ass cheeks that were starting to turn red.His grip on her neck tightened as he stared directly at her through the mirror.“Why did you let him touch you?” Alessio groaned now, raising his hand and landing another rough smack against her left ass cheek.“Oh, God!” Isadora gasped, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as the sensation rolled into her body like heat now.Alessio leaned down now, pressing his already hard, clothed cock against her ass while brushing the side of his cheek against her.Urghh! Fuck it! He was hard. Hard from seeing her bent over the marble like this. Hard from seeing her ass turn red with every fucking spank he gave.“Can you feel my cock against your ass? Can yo
Chapter 126.“Wow! Did he just save her like a knight in shining armor?”“Trust me, they look incredibly good together. Who is she?”“It’s her very first appearance tonight, and she is already stealing the attention of half the men in the industry.”As Isadora stood locked in the stranger’s grasp, the hushed whispers of the surrounding crowd floated through the air. The elite guests couldn’t take their eyes off the scene.“I doubt she could steal Mr. Bianchi’s attention even if she tried,” another voice chimed in sneeringly.“Actually, I heard she is Mr. Bianchi’s new personal assistant.”“Wait. What? You mean this stunning lady is his assistant?”“Two beautiful people working in the same office? Do you think any of them is attracted to the other?”“Attracted? Come on, girl! Mr. Bianchi is in his forties.”The other lady snapped back a reply instantly. “Yet you touch yourself to your wild imagination of him every single night.”The first woman gasped loudly, her face flushing red. “Yo
Chapter 126.Isadora stood frozen, her eyes completely locked on Alessio as he sliced through the crowd.Oh my God. This man is fine, was the only thought screaming through her brain. Alessio was so fine that it defied all logic and right now she was just here wondering how a man in his early forties look this utterly devastating? Standing at a towering 6'4", Alessio was the definition of lethal elegance. His tailored black suit hugged a broad, impeccably sculpted chest and shoulders that commanded the entire room without him saying a single word. His jawline looked like it had been carved from marble, dark eyes burning with an intense, quiet authority that made every other man in the room fade into the background. He was a god among men, and Isadora couldn't tear her gaze away.Tamara was staring just as intensely, but a sudden wave of bitter reality washed over her. She blinked, forcing herself to look away as anger flared in her chest. He sacked me, she reminded herself bitterly.
Chapter 124.Tamara watched from the shadows, her blood boiling with a massive, uncontrollable rage. For years, she had been the center of attraction at these events. She was always the one everyone chased, the one the photographers fawned over.But now, seeing that low-life girl from the mall standing there, effortlessly taking her place in the spotlight, made her fucking furious.As she watched Mitchell smile so comfortably and look so adoringly at Isadora, the anger in her chest flared into a raging fire. Who was this girl? Was she into Mitchell? Was Mitchell into her? As these toxic questions played in her mind, Tamara gripped her glass tightly. She told herself that throwing a tantrum right now would only ruin her own reputation. The only thing she could do at this exact moment was walk over there, put on a fake smile, and act friendly... like nothing had happened today.Plastering a smug, confident smile on her face, Tamara picked up two glasses of champagne from a passing waite
Chapter 25.The moment Isadora and Mitchell stepped further into the light of the grand ballroom, the air shifted. It was like a physical wave of sound… the collective intake of breath from hundreds of people who were used to seeing beauty, but were currently witnessing something divine.“Oh my goodness! Is that Mitchell? The daughter of Mr. Bianchi?” a woman in a shimmering silver gown whispered to her husband, her eyes nearly popping out of her head. “She is so beautiful! Wow!”“Forget Mitchell for a second,” her husband replied, his glass of champagne hovering halfway to his mouth. “Who is that lady beside her? I have never seen her before. Wow! She is really beautiful!”A group of young socialites nearby turned their heads in unison, their eyes trailing the movement of the red silk against Isadora’s skin.“Can you see the way she is walking?” one of them hissed, leaning into her friend’s ear. “She has so much sophistication. She feels like a fucking queen! And her dress! My god, t
Chapter 122.Isadora walked into the house, her legs still shaking. Alessio had drove her back but he left the moment she stepped out of the car. Isador walked gently, her body still felt heavy, and her skin was still sensitive, a lingering reminder that he had left her aching for him. He had fucked her mouth, used her mouth and made her moan for more, but he had not touched her. He had left her desire more. And she just couldn't believe how much her pussy was breathing now, pulsing with unending needs. When she got to the living room, Mitchell walked forward instantly. “Hey, Dora. I am so sorry about what happened,” Mitchell said gently, taking a step forward.Isadora blinked, snapping out of her trance. She stared at her best friend with a mix of surprise and confusion. “What… what are you talking about?” she asked softly.Mitchell reached out and took the shopping bags from Isadora’s hands, setting them on the table. “Why are you acting oblivious, Dora? I saw the video of the sto







