Ferrara"This isn't a good idea, you do realize that this club she just opened is going to be your competition?"Carlos was starting to sound like an infuriating alarm clock, constantly repeating the same thing over and over again. Too bad I couldn't just dispose of him for that.He had mentioned it when I asked him about membership of The P. Lux, and when I had the head of my tech team hack into their database and register our memberships. Turns out that it wasn't just an entertainment club, but the membership benefits included access to their new golf course, fitness and equestrian centres, as well as a spa and legal representation.Of course the price of membership was in tens of thousand dollars, but if it covered the relaxation and fitness as well as the legal protection of its clients, then it was fucking worth every penny.The car came to a halt, and I stepped out of the newly renovated luxurious property with a tall building which overlooked a good part of New York.On the b

Katya "Did he see you?" "No, thanks to my security who informed me that he was looking for me, I got rid of it all. But knowing him, he will still have suspicions." Matteo cleared his throat and nodded in agreement, inhaling deeply. "Yes, he has already requested for information on... the Lady." It was the second time we were meeting physically since I returned to New York, since we had been careful not to arouse Ferrara's suspicion. That included not mentioning his name in any of our conversations, and meeting at the most unsuspecting place; a temple. I drummed manicured fingers against the floor at his revelation, and tried not to remember last night when capable masculine fingers had held my bare waist caressingly... I had made plans in case my alter identity started to be questioned, and it was of course what Ferrara and his tech team were going to see. That Lady Black Hat had existed as a stripper for seven years. Long before I turned 18. "So, anything you want to rep

KatyaThe doorbell was a rude awakening from a weird dream. I opened my eyes to the sunlight streaming through the blinds, and released the pillow which I had hugged all through the night.The doorbell rang again, followed by the loud ringtone of my phone on the nightstand.My fingers fumbled out of the duvet and reached for the phone, my sleepy eyes clearing the moment I saw my son's picture flashing across the screen.Clearing my throat, I sat up abruptly and swiped against the screen."Hey..." I started to say, but a deep voice which had found its way to my dreams and instilled erotic fantasies to my mind sounded over the phone."We are in front of your door, Katya." Any other remnant of sleep cleared immediately, and I thought of what to reply when he hung up.Rude bastard.Even in my dreams, he had been commanding, his deep baritone muttering words to me as he took me hard. And rough.I must be out of my mind.With one glance at the jacket which I had held close to my nostrils

KatyaI alighted from the Lamborghini and adjusted the designers' white long jacket draped over my shoulders, dark stilettos making contact with the floors.An umbrella was placed over my head instantly, and I stared at the tall magnificent building where my office was located now. Its architectural design was pristine, shades of beige and dark mahogany giving it an aura of strict seriousness.I adjusted the sunshades as well and walked into the building, employees and interns stopping to greet me."Good morning, chairwoman.""Good day, ma'am..."I acknowledged their greetings with a small smile and a curt nod, my lips clamping shut I'm seriousness immediately.I wasn't in a good mood. I hadn't managed to sleep well yesterday, consumed by various conflicting thoughts.What I wanted had blurred with the lines of what I desired, and now I didn't know what I was doing anymore. Had Ferrara succeeded in emotionally manipulating me to start seeing him in another light? Gauging my mood, K

FerraraTwo Weeks Later"Boss, you have to see this."Carlos started as soon as he walked into my office, his expression and poise calm, deceptively. He looked as though he was just about being pushed to the edge. I wondered what it was this time, although I already had a guess. Just as I predicted, as soon as he placed his tablet on the table in front of me, my eyes caught sight of none other than Katya Petrov, being interviewed by the New York Times."...So what do you intend to do with the land you just got from your client as a reward for winning the case against Mr. Castello."My palm clenched at the mention of my name from that sleazy reporter who didn't seem to care but for her job, but I couldn't take my eyes off the screen.Katya seemed to have made a pact with making me surprised, beguiled. She was in an army green dress today and black heels, her thick luscious hair pulled to the side. The unique features of her small delicate face were accentuated by light makeup, her