What just happened? One moment she was clutching his hair and the other she was looking at his smirking face from a farther distance. She felt weak. She felt aroused. And he knew. ”What—The—Fuck.” Rachel’s poor teeth would be hurting from her tight clenching. Her fist were curled and her eyes were very narrowed. At him. “You seem angry.” Nathan said with his signature smirk. Rachel’s jaw hardened. “Congratulations captain obvious.” “So why?” He wanted to get under her skin. Too late. He had already gotten under her skin. They were frozen in a loophole like they were in a staring competition. If eyes were bullets, Nathan would be dead. “I hate you Nathan.” “Okay.” “I fucking hate you!” “So intense.” He chuckled with a smirk on his face. He took a few strides and he was cupping her chin looking down at her. His fingers, his distracting fingers was on her chin. She licked her lips and gazed through her eyelashes. “Go change your clothes, We are going shopping.” That was quite a speedy change of topic. She was definitely not expecting that. “Why?” “There’s a party tonight and you are going with me.” Nathan had liked teasing Rachel. He liked the pout on her lips when she was angry. He had liked her moans when he kissed her. It took everything in his power to stop himself from tearing her shirt and taking her in the kitchen. He wanted to taste her. He wanted to lick her. He wanted to eat her. He wanted to run his hands all over her body But he wanted to her to beg him. He wanted to be in control. He looked upstairs, She had already gone to take a shower. He could really use a shower to soothe the bulge in his pants. The ride to the mall was silent except the occasional horns and the soft jazz music playing in the car. The name of the mall was Palermo, It was large and seven stories tall, it had magnificent chandeliers and sparking marble floors. It was quite busy with people. “Come.” Nathan held a hand to her and led her to the lobby and then to the elevator with some other people. She could feel his breathing fanning over my hair. She could smell his musky scent. She could feel him closer to her. She gasped softly. as she felt a palm graze her butt. She turned and looked at him. She saw his hands on his sides and noticed his gaze was not on her. She growled silently. Had she imagined that? Her nipples were erect and strained against her tight shirt. Her butt was now directly on his crotch and it felt just right there. Rachel smiled. She had not imagined it. The door dinged open and everybody walked out including them. Nathan led her along a series of women’s clothing stores. All the stores looked very expensive. He led her to the entrance of the fourth store on the floor, she looked up at the shop name. Amour. She felt it sounded exquisite and expensive. She looked into the store. Everything screamed expensive. “Hello Rose.” Rose was the woman at the counter. She looked like she was in her late forties or fifties and had a very soft and welcoming face. Rachel immediately liked her. “Nathan dear, how are you? You are so grown now. And who is this lovely young lady?” Her voice was so motherly and comforting. “I’m good Rose. You always say I’m grown anytime you see me. This is my wife, Rachel and I want you to help her pick an outfit, we have a party to attend today” “Wife? My Goodness! You have really grown. I’m so happy for you Nathan. Hey Rachel, my name is Rose. I’m so delighted to help you. You complement each other well. I’m so happy for you guys.” “Hello Rose.” Rachel hoped her voice was steady because she was flushed. Nathan had just introduced her as his wife. She felt a flutter in her stomach. “So I would just sit here and you do your magic, I trust you Rose.” “Come dear” Rose said as she led Rachel to another room in the store. There were so many beautiful outfits, different colours and designs. Rachel was glad Rose was with her , she would never be able to choose. “Rachel, come try this.” “Okay.” The dress was glorious. It was a blue figure flattering dress with a plunging neckline, the dress length stopped at her mid thigh that displayed her assets. It was of spectacular style and velvety soft to touch. Rose helped her pick some accessories and shoes to match. She even helped with her hair and some makeup. Rachel was delighted with the figure looking back at her on the mirror. She felt sexy and powerful. “Thank you Rose, I’m so speechless. I almost can’t believe this is me. You made me look so beautiful. I—” “It’s alright dear, I’d do anything for you. Nathan looks so happy with you. You made Nathan happy then you made me happy. I should be thanking you, I never thought I’d see Nathan love anyone again talk less of getting married.” Again? Nathan had loved somebody? “Sorry Rose, you said again. Who—” “Natasha? He loved her so much, he spoke about her all the time. Something happened between them, I guessed it was irreconcilable. Nathan changed after that and he was never the same. But now you are his light and you have brought him out of darkness, I’m grateful” Rose sounded genuinely happy about Nathan and her. She wondered about this Natasha, what exactly had happened between them? Rose really thought Nathan and her were in love. Well what she didn’t know won’t kill her. “Let’s get going dear, Nathan would be dying to see you.” Rose opened the door that led to the main store and Rachel suddenly felt very nervous and overdressed. What would Nathan think of the dress? Would he like it? “You know I was beginning to think you didn’t want to come out.” Nathan said. Nathan hadn’t seen her, he only heard the door open besides he was obstructed by a high shelf of clothes. She heard Rose say something but her mind was far away as she moved forward. Maybe she should turn back. Too late. He saw her. His eyes held her gaze for a second and shifted to her cleavage and he looked at her and licked his lips. “Rose, you are truly magnificent. Thank you.” “It’s my pleasure.” Rose said “Let’s go, we are already late.” Nathan said as he grabbed her out of the store. They got to the parking lot and Nathan held the door for her and avoiding her eyes. She thought he had liked the dress now he was behaving weird and she didn’t like it. “ Is there something wrong?” “Yes we are late for the party so please enter the car.” “What about the dress, do you like it?” Rachel asked in a low voice. “It looks great now get in the fucking car.” Nathan shouted and slammed the door when she entered. He muttered to himself as he drove off to their destination.
London, 9:03 a.m.Luke was waiting downstairs like nothing had happened.He was dressed in a black coat with blacker sunglasses and steel in his jaw, plus a perfectly blank expression as he stood by the Bentley’s open door. He looked like a man ready to guard royalty, not someone who’d had his hands up her dress and his mouth on her neck six hours ago.Anna Rossi descended the marble steps in a blazer-dress that screamed “fuck off” in a dialect only billionaires could afford. Her lush hair was scraped into a high ponytail.She didn’t speak. She merely slid into the backseat with the elegance of someone who’d had centuries to practice pretending she didn’t care.Luke shut the door behind her, it was too gentle. Like she might crack.By the time he got behind the wheel, she was already on her phone, scrolling viciously through either gossip headlines or group texts she didn’t actually care about. Probably both.“Morning,” he said, his voice low, damn near inaudible.She didn’t glance
The backseat of the Bentley shimmered in soft light, tinted windows cocooning Anna Rossi in a kind of rich-girl vibe as the car hummed past the glittering streets of London. Her phone buzzed again, another ping from the gossip feeds. She sighed, crossing her long legs. Rossi Heiress Caught “Flirting Dangerously” with a Prince yet Again? Anna Rossi or Anna Racy? A Breakdown of the Billionaire Sister’s London Romp Five Clutches, One Night: Is She Showing Off or Spiraling? Anna let out a laugh, dry and sweet like the aged wine they couldn’t even get right at Buckingham dinners. “Flirting dangerously,” she muttered, skimming the article with one manicured finger. “Darling, I invented that danger.” The car swerved gently, weaving toward the West End where Verre Noire awaited an ultra-exclusive nightclub hidden beneath a Michelin-starred restaurant. Anna reached for her diamond-studded clutch, then paused, eyeing the metallic sapphire one beside it. Her brow furrowed in agony. “Lu
Nathan Rossi adjusted the cuffs of his tailored black suit, his black-rimmed glasses perched on his nose as he scrolled through merger contracts on his tablet. The limo hummed smoothly toward the private jet, his security detail and personal assistant, Luke, sitting across from him tapping away on his knees. Then—his phone buzzed. Rachel’s FaceTime – Incoming Nathan swiped to answer before the first ring finished. The screen filled with the glorious chaos of his wife’s frazzled face, her dark hair piled into a messy bun, a suspicious stain on her shoulder and the kind of exhausted glare that could melt steel. Behind her, the wails of their three-month-old daughter, Isabella, filled the car like a tiny, furious opera singer. "Your daughter has decided that sleep is a capitalist construct, and I’m a victim of her revolution." Nathan’s lips twitched. "So what you’re saying is… she’s already a Rossi?" Rachel groaned, rubbing her temples. "She’s been crying for
Nathan Rossi had built an empire on his ability to stay calm under pressure. But as he watched his very pregnant wife waddle across their penthouse like an angry penguin, he realized no business deal had prepared him for this. Rachel stopped in front of the full-length mirror, scowling at her reflection. "Nathan, I swear to God, if one more person tells me I'm glowing, I'm going to stab them with this spoon." She brandished her ice cream spoon like a weapon. Nathan approached slowly, holding out a fresh tub of vanilla bean ice cream like a peace offering. "First of all, you are glowing. Second of all, here's more ammunition so you don't shoot the messenger." Rachel snatched it, grumbling as she shoved a heaping spoonful into her mouth. "Easy for you to say. You didn't wake up this morning and realize you can't see your own feet anymore." She gestured dramatically at her swollen belly. "I'm a human blimp. A very angry, very pregnant blimp." Nathan wrapped his arms arou
Nathan Rossi had built an empire on his ability to stay calm under pressure. But as he watched his very pregnant wife waddle across their penthouse like an angry penguin, he realized no business deal had prepared him for this. Rachel stopped in front of the full-length mirror, scowling at her reflection. "Nathan, I swear to God, if one more person tells me I'm glowing, I'm going to stab them with this spoon." She brandished her ice cream spoon like a weapon. Nathan approached slowly, holding out a fresh tub of vanilla bean ice cream like a peace offering. "First of all, you are glowing. Second of all, here's more ammunition so you don't shoot the messenger." Rachel snatched it, grumbling as she shoved a heaping spoonful into her mouth. "Easy for you to say. You didn't wake up this morning and realize you can't see your own feet anymore." She gestured dramatically at her swollen belly. "I'm a human blimp. A very angry, very pregnant blimp." Nathan wrapped his arms arou
Rachel woke up to sunlight filtering through the luxurious tent. For a moment, she simply lay there, Nathan's warm body curled around hers, his hand resting protectively over her still-flat stomach. The wonder of it all still took her breath away,she was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. A loud crash outside made them both jump up with Nathan springing up from sleep. "Oh my goodness!" Antonio's voice boomed. "This grill hates to see me coming!" Nathan groaned and rubbed his face. "My dad is trying to cook again," he mumbled into his pillow. Rachel turned to face him, smiling at his messy morning hair. "I married into this crazy family, didn’t I?" she reminded him. He kissed her nose. "Best decision ever." The tent flap suddenly flew open and they flew apart. Anna stood there wearing silk pajamas and huge sunglasses, holding two steaming cups. "Good morning, Mommy and Daddy," she sang. "I brought tea." She paused. "Well, the chef made tea. I carried it like the hero I a