Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro was a bastard. He was a jerk, a dick, an asshole, but he was also a smart man.I looked at my phone in disgust, trying with all my might to resist throwing it against the wall. I had gotten what I'd been asking for any opportunity I got, but it made me want to strangle Alessandro. He said he hated me being fake. Let's see how real I could get when I get my hands on him.As usual, he'd disappeared for days, today being the third day, so I couldn't even get through to him to ask him what the hell he did with my sim card. My phone was in my hands, but it hadn't felt so far away. Not even when Alessandro was holding it hostage.For lack of a better word, my phone was useless as I couldn't access the fucking internet. I couldn't even text my friends. I could see their previous texts though, all of them asking about my whereabouts. There was a reply-obviously from Alessandro-telling them I was fine. The audacity.My cheeks burned in embarrassment when I saw text

Jordan Miller~•~Alessandro had left me to put on my dress while he went to his office and instructed me to meet him there when I was done. The alcohol hadn't been in my system for long, but I was already beginning to sober up. Maybe, I didn't take enough as I was already beginning to question my sanity. Who would want to dance half naked just for the fun of it?And if it hadn't been for Alessandro, I probably would've gone completely naked. Fuck. I wondered how I would've faced him if I got to do it. Hell, I wondered how I was going to face him after telling him to punish me mere minutes ago.What was wrong with me? I wasn't usually this desperate for attention. A bit irritated at myself, I put on my gown as quickly as possible. Then, I stood in front of the mirror and accessed the damage I did to the dress.It was still pretty; sexy even. But if I was Alessandro, I'd kill me. The only thing that made me regret retouching the dress was that Alessandro hadn't reacted much to it.

Alessandro Maurizio~•~I knew I said I wouldn't get involved with her.But she just made me so fucking mad that I couldn't help myself.For the first few seconds, she didn't kiss me back. But when my hand tightened around her head, she finally did. She sucked on my bottom lip, probably drawing out blood from the cut, and moaned at the taste. The sound had all my blood rushing down south. She was a fucking little minx sometimes.I hated that she wasn't taking care of herself. I didn't know if it was intentional or because she wanted to avoid me, but when Maya reported to me that Jordan hadn't been having breakfast or dinner, I almost lost my shit.She was eating so little while I was making Luigi work her so hard. She didn't know it, but I had plans for her. I was going to use her manipulative skills to my advantage and she was going to benefit monetarily from it. I just needed to know I could trust her first.Effortlessly, I picked her up and placed her on the aisle, never breaking

Alessandro Maurizio~•~"È un piacere fare affari con te, Maurizio." (It's a pleasure doing business with you.)"Allo stesso modo, Romano." (Likewise.)I shook hands with him and passed our copy Patrizio the signed document.It was merely a contract, stating we were allies and if any one of us broke the contract, the other had the right to kill one and take over his mafia.It wasn't such a big deal because he was actually a friend. Well, his father and mine were friends so we were forced to associate with one another. We had a common enemy that we were going to bring down together."Ora colpiamo il club." Romano proposed, reading my mind. (Let's hit the club.)I smirked at him. What better way to celebrate our legal binding than joining the party?Together, we left the meeting room and he led us to the VIP area.I wasn't surprised to see it almost empty. There were only a few people around and all of them were his men. Soon, a half-naked waitress came to take our orders. I smiled inwar

Jordan Miller~•~"You what?" Cathy exclaimed, being the dramatic person she has always been. Alessandro should've asked her why she wasn't into acting, not me.I laughed. "Don't make me repeat it.""You legit sucked his dick?"I rolled my eyes. She'd been repeating it because she refused to believe that I could actually do it. At this point, I was sure that her roommate who was in her room would've heard it too. "I'm serious. I need to pass this course somehow, don't I?""And what about the other ones?""I do better in those either way.""Wow." Catherine was still in awe. "I've always thought you were the prude between the two of us.""Hey!" I yelled, offended."I never expected that you of all people would do something so risky and scandalous." I shrugged. What did she expect from me? To be a goody two shoes? Most importantly, what image of me had I shown her?We were on the couch in the front room of her apartment, watching TV. Except we were doing more talking than rewatching one