Ricardo struggled to wake up due to a hangover. He wrapped himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to his misery. His phone pinged with message after message, getting up was the issue. One of the reasons he hated drinking liquor. The aftermath was terrible. As he shifted to get his phone with his head still buried under a pillowRicardo only grasped a little of it, and it slipped through his fingers and landed heavily on the floor“Damn it,” he muttered and shoved the pillow off his head and slowly sat upright. His brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of his skull, and now his dehydration was too obvious to ignore. Again his stomach lurched and gurgled. Perhaps some painkillers would help too. He raised his heavy eyelids halfway, only for them to fall shut. He raised them again and swung his bare feet to the carpet again. It was cold underfoot, glancing at himself, his eyes narrowed into slits, seeing that he was only in boxes“Great,” he muttered and pushed himself
Ricardo paced back and forth in the conference room. After a heated meeting with the board of directors. Ricardo was irritated with what was happening. He was angered by Rocco's sudden appearance. Especially when he was trying hard to ruin him. Rocco had the guts to approach men who didn't supply diamonds to him“Chill man, I'm sure we can solve this… I already informed Marcus about this,” Camillo said assuredly. It was funny to watch Ricardo being all worked up. Yes, Rocco was trying to provoke him, but they were other ways to deal with this“He wants to die,” Ricardo muttered and stopped pacing, rage flashed in his eyes as he rested, he bent down a little and rested his hands on the table. Camillo saw a predator seeking its prey.“Whatever it is…don't give him the pleasure to destroy what you've worked hard to build … it's clear he wants you to make a mistake,” Camilo said, knowing full well, Rocco was playing dirty. He knew Ricardo had left that life of killing. Even Ricardo knew h
(Alana)“Are you certain, Alana…did he want you to work with him?” Brigitte asked while we ate lunch, I just explained to Brigitte what Rocco did, the guts he had to propose a job to me. Not just once, but a few times. It had been a week, and I was getting irritated. First, he pulled a lousy stunt by giving me that dress“He's pathetic, I wonder why he's highly praised,” I saw all the reviews about his company and work. And they were extraordinary, it seemed he was more than successful. Brigitte frowned and ate her food. We were having lunch at a reserved restaurant. After a long day of work. I was free since Ricardo didn't need me“Forget him, you are better off working with our boss…” Brigitte remarked with a smirk and stared at me questionably, like everyone else. She also suspected me of having a relationship with the boss“Don't tell me you think, I'm so loose,” it was hard to say anything when all the employees kept talking behind my back about going out with the boss. Only if t
Alana concentrated on bandaging Ricardo's hand. She could feel his intense gaze on her. The penetrating stare piercing through her soulHer heart raced even more. How she wanted to stop breathing because she could feel her heart thumping loudly. As soon as she was satisfied with her work. She glanced up, only to catch Ricardo staring at her. He averted his eyes awkwardly and pretended to be looking out the window“It's done now, next time be careful,” she whispered and discarded the used cotton. Ricardo nodded and stared at his hand“It's nothing, you didn't have to,” the wound was small, yes he was careless, but he was used to such things“I guess dinner is canceled, are you sure they won't be upset… We didn't go?” Alana asked staring at Ricardo, he shook his head hesitantly “I told Marcela, I'm unwell… I'm certain she won't mind” he muttered and silence fell between them. Alana didn't know why he hugged her earlier, he was acting strange and sitting on the bed so close to him didn'
(Alana)Ricardo had a blank expression on his face, he too seemed stunned by what just happened. I wanted to look away, knowing the image before I would forever haunt me. Unfortunately, my brain swarmed with thoughts.“You should excuse me… I need to shower,” Ricardo's low voice slapped me back to my senses, only to realize I was staring at him shamelessly. He seemed to have realized that too because he grabbed a white towel nearby. And slowly but surely wrapped it around his lower part “Please,” he muttered again, and I was agitated “I'm… I'm so…sorry… I didn't mean,” I regained my wits and turned away from Ricardo. Ricardo quickly rushed out of the bathroom before slamming the door shut. I didn't understand why I entered the bathroom without knocking. It wasn't my room. I should have knocked“Oh gosh, Alana…now what,” I scolded myself and sat on the bed. But then again I rose to my feet. I could feel my stomach twisting from being nervous. It felt awkward; hence I decided to leave
(Alana)I stared at Rocco sipping on water. His expression was bright, as if he were happy to see me. I took time from my busy schedule to see him. He chose the restaurant and I obliged“So, you came to talk to me about your husband?” Rocco asked sarcastically and placed the glass on the table. His eyes narrowed coldly as he looked at me. I didn't care what he thought, I had an agenda for seeking to meet him.“Whatever it is, stop it now…is this about hurting him or what?” I asked, trying to understand why Rocco was hell-bent on causing Ricardo so much pain. Rocco shifted in his chair a little and stared at me blankly“Little angel, I want you to work for me… I'm not concerned about your husband….” He simply said and crossed his arms over his chest, the mischievousness in his eyes didn't sit well with me. He was a shrewd man. It wasn't hard to under him because he said his opinions openly“I'm a married woman…if you are an honest man… you wouldn't do anything to ruin my reputation," I
Ricardo stirred in his sleep due to the noise of a blow-dryer, his body felt tense, he tried shifting, but he failed. His eyes flickered open. He shifted a little until he was lying On his side, the deafening sound made him feel frustrated. Why would someone make so much noise in the morning? His sleepy eyes darted around the room until they stopped on a blurry image of someone sitting in front of the dressing mirror.Blinking a few times to regain his senses, Ricardo prompted on his elbows. His eyes greatly fixed on the woman. She was drying her hair, and Ricardo couldn't look away. He was angry, yes, that Alana interrupted his sleep, but what was she doing?He tried to look away, but he couldn't, she was only wearing a white towel exposing her slender legs. Her arms were exposed, and her hair was pushed to one inside, showing her neck. Ricardo lowered his gaze awkwardly And climbed off the bed, he scratched the back of his head awkwardly. It was hot right, he chuckled silently, he
(Alana)“Here, it's a bit cold…have some coffee,” Felix said and placed a coffee mug on the desk. I glanced at him and nodded with a smile.“Thanks, Felix… you should get going now,” I said with a smile, hoping he wouldn't bother with me. It was late, I asked Dennis to let me stay for a bit longer, and he agreed. Felix suggested staying as well. I saw how he was glancing at his watch now and then.“No, I can't leave you here… I'll drive you home once you are done,” he said with a grin and sat down across my desk. I didn't want that. I could see he had somewhere to go.“That won't be necessary, I'll take a long time…you should leave I'm sure you have somewhere to go,” it was best he left, I didn't want him driving me home and seeing where I lived. Felix seemed to have understood my point, he was hesitant, but when he glanced at his watch one more time. He agreed.“Fine, but if you need a ride…just call me, and please don't stay for long…” he said, shoving the hot coffee mug to me and I