Threats

"Someone is here for you, Mr. Stark."

Erica stood before her boss with that trained elegant poise, her tablet balanced on her palm.

Alessandro looked up from the open screen of his laptop and checked the time by his watch, reclining into his seat with an automatic grin lighting up his eyes.

"My wife is here? Let her in."

But the assistant lifted a brow in confusion, her forehead marred in a frown.

"Oh no, sir. It's Bella George, she said it's urgent."

And at that, Alessandro's eyes narrowed to slits, and he leaned into the table, pulling off his glasses.

"Allow her to come in."

Gone was the ecstacy in his tone and that rush of maddening happiness that had rippled through him when he thought it was his wife.

They indeed were supposed to meet for dinner and he had haboured the silly hope that she had somehow come to surprise him.

But it was to his full disappointment when the doors opened and the fake blonde with an equally fake body walked into his spacious office.

She wore a skirt t