Early that morning, Alessandro went to the company where he had one of his many national offices, when he arrived, everyone greeted him with the same respect as always, inside those four walls he was the boss and everyone treated him as such. Alessandro hated disrespect and it was that, even if it were not so, his appearance was so intimidating that everyone treated him in the best way. It was no secret to anyone that it was better to have Alessandro Mascherano as a friend than as an enemy."Mr., is there anything I can help you with?" asked Catherine, who in addition to taking care of some matters at home, was also his personal secretary."Call my partner, I need to know if they got rid of the problem we had last night, as soon as he leaves here, ask the investigator to come and see me, I need to know if there are any advances in the mission I entrusted to him," he said to the woman.She nodded her head, closed the glass door and left him alone.Immediately, Alessandro began signing
"Stop tormenting me," Georgia whispered as she closed her eyes and let the hot water droplets fall over her face, wetting her neck, chest, and the rest of her body.She brought her hands to her head and pushed back her damp hair, trying to rid herself of the image of Alessandro Mascherano. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw him in her memory like a ghostly projection. Contrary to scaring her, he evoked emotions in her that were unfamiliar.Georgia was not a child, she had had many encounters with men and different types of relationships, but with Alessandro, something was different. He both terrified and provoked her equally. For Georgia, it was as if her mind told her to stay away from him because he was dangerous, but at the same time, her heart and body moved involuntarily, only to draw her closer."You're not going to think about him anymore, and that's an order," she told herself as she finished rinsing the soapy suds from her slippery body.After taking a shower and getting
Georgia looked around in astonishment, part of her couldn't decipher how a man like Alessandro believed he had so much power over her, it annoyed her. Did he think he owned her? The other half of Georgia knew that men like Alessandro didn't ask for permission, they did what they wanted, when they wanted, and in the way they saw fit. Unfortunately, Georgia wasn't the kind of woman who was intimidated, let alone impressed by such behavior."Wait!" Georgia stopped him as he tried to go back inside the house. "Why did you do all this? Could you explain it to me?" She crossed her arms over her chest and faced him, she wasn't going to allow him to leave just like that. She was starting to get tired of all those times he ignored her."You don't have a home, we have plenty of rooms, as I see it, it's a very fair and convenient agreement for you," he said, shrugging it off."Convenient for me?" she opened her eyes. "Do you really think that the solution to my problem is to come and live under
"Rest, little one," Georgia whispered to little Thomas, whom she had just taken to his bed after he had fallen asleep in the playroom.Georgia watched the child for a few seconds. He was undoubtedly a beautiful child, with features similar to those of his father. Surely, when Thomas grew up, he would be just as attractive as Alessandro, but hopefully, he would also be a better person, less arrogant and kinder.It had been about a week since Georgia moved into the Mascherano mansion. Actually, her stay had not been as disastrous as she had initially thought. Alessandro's busy work kept him away from home, and she, on the other hand, took every second she could to stay away from the place. That week, she visited her grandmother more often than she did the previous year.From outside the room, Alessandro, who was watching her much more than she was capable of realizing, watched the way she admired her son. He liked how kind and caring that woman was with Thomas. Somehow, Alessandro felt
Time passed quickly, that week went by like a breeze in which Georgia didn't even have enough time to process everything that the night of Alessandro's event would mean for her. It was around four in the afternoon and the woman was taking a shower to get ready for the big night. After getting out of the shower, she waited until the makeup artist and hairdresser arrived. Alessandro had hired the best team to make her look even more beautiful than she already was, and of course, Georgia didn't refuse that courtesy. After all, the woman was not used to salon meetings, much less as sumptuous as she supposed the one she was going to attend with her boss would be."Please don't put too much makeup on me. I don't want to feel strange in my own skin," she told the makeup artist, who smiled upon hearing her say those words, not because she was making fun of her, but because Georgia was beautiful enough not to need too much makeup.As they finished preparing the woman, she took a deep breath an
"Valery, please open the door and tell me you're here!" It had been around five minutes since Alessandro dropped off Georgia in front of Valery's house, five minutes in which the woman had not opened the door and did not respond to her phone.Georgia was starting to get frustrated and considering the idea of going to a motel where she could stay for the night, but without enough energy to go to the main avenue to catch a taxi, Georgia sat on the porch of her best friend's house and rested her head in her hands. She was tired, sleepy, she had to take Thomas to the camp very early that day, had a lot to do and hadn't rested, and that, added to the bustle of the night, had completely worn out her body.There, in the middle of the night and the cold that was beginning to penetrate her bones, Georgia sighed and thought about Alessandro, those women, even thought about Domenico, and all the control she had lost over her own life lately. She didn't like that at all, it wasn't pleasant to fee
While Alessandro defended Georgia's dignity with those women who behaved so cruelly towards her, Georgia, on the other hand, was making breakfast with her best friend, who was a fan of pancakes, the dish that Georgia was best at making."It feels so good to do breakfast for both of us while we listen to music and have a good time," said Georgia, who was truly pleased to be sharing that time with Valery."You should have moved in with me, Georgia. I would never have closed the doors of my house to you, and you would have saved yourself all the drama with Alessandro.""You told me you were looking for a place to move to," Georgia reminded her. "Besides, this house is too far away.""I am looking, but it would be easier to look if I had someone to help me," Valery actually believed that Georgia moved in with her boss because she really wanted to, no matter how much she tried to deny it even to herself. "You can still do it, if you want to.""I don't think it's convenient, Thomas needs mo
"We're not gonna do anything you won't like," one of the men said grotesquely.Georgia was trembling with fear, her hands were cold with terror, and her head was pounding like a thousand demons. She didn't know how the hell she was going to get out of this situation. She just understood that she couldn't let them hurt her. The problem was that this was a puzzle she couldn't quite make sense of yet, especially with the alcohol still in her system. Going out drunk was definitely not the best idea, not in that neighborhood or any other.Just as one of the men smiled and approached her threateningly, ready to grab her, Georgia heard a car parking. But she didn't feel capable of opening her eyes. Somehow, she wanted to pretend that what was happening wasn't real."What the hell are you doing to her?!" a male voice shouted, which she couldn't fully recognize at the moment, maybe because of the fear or the alcohol.When she was brave enough to open her eyes, she was surprised to see two men