KatyaTen minutes later, I sat in a luxurious seat of the private jet, biting my lower lip in rage.Of course I wasn't going to be whisked into a jet without a warning, and since he asked ever so politely, I decided to teach him a little lesson.Now, Ferrara sat opposite me with marks of claws on his neck, my finger nails paining me in reminder of how I had achieved that.We were both strapped to the seat with a seatbelt, panting for breath, angry as we stared at each other.An automated voice reminded us to stay in our seats as the flight was about to take off, and in front of us were assorted snacks and wine arranged in an inbuilt table that doubled as a box.It could withstand the takeoff turbulence.Ferrara looked pissed as hell and equally hot as he glared at me, the muscles of his jaws ticking.The takeoff barely lasted for a few minutes, and then the flight was moving smoothly.But it still felt like turbulence in my heart.I was frustrated, dying with the need to unstrap the s

Katya"Sure you are okay with not seeing Christopher before you sleep?"I rolled the pasta around my fork and brought it to my mouth, chewing and swallowing before I replied, "You said he's okay, so he's fine." I didn't look up from my task of picking up the glass of wine and taking a sip, but I could feel the surprise emanating from him."You surprise me, time and again, Katya." He reached for his own wine and drank, a smile tugging at the sides of his lips when I finally met his gaze. Yeah, it was good to see him smile, it would make it all the more satisfying to have it wiped off. Without another word, I finished the delicious pasta and gulped the wine down my throat, looking up to see him staring at me, intensely."Why are you suddenly quiet, Katya? You are not one to agree to something like this so easily." There was skepticism in his tone, and his eyes were narrowed in a contemplative manner.I kept my expression blank and shrugged, looking up to the wall clock. Almost tim

Ferrara "The De Castello Corporation now has full and unequivocal control over The Hanlim Group in South Korea. Congratulations on your first wave of expansion to Asia." Claps thundered as I placed the pen I had used in signing the acquisition on the table, camera lights flashing from all directions. Now it would be time for questions and I would be able to leave right in time. For the first time, my son's school contacted me to attend the PTA meeting. "Congratulations Mr. De Castello, I have a question for you..." I sat at the head of the long conference table, opposite the former CEO of The Hanlim Group, a beautiful woman in her fifties who looked thirty. Questions rang out, obvious scripted interviews with already prepared answers. Carlos sat seriously with his eyes on the screen of the tablet, occasionally looking up to ensure that the rules were being followed. It was simple. We had only invited ten reporters among the thousands who had applied to be here, and they wo

Where was the nearest mountain? I needed to teleport there right now so I could scream into the air and let out this unbearable frustration. "Tell them to turn back, and please remove my son's face from that truck while you are at it." My voice was dry, empty.I had lost the zeal to scream. Ferrara nodded complacently and shot orders to the man who rushed off immediately, leaving us alone. We sat in silence for a while before he broke it,"My apologies, Katya."I turned to him, meeting green eyes which truly appeared contrite, and I stared, unaware of what to say.Was he also apologetic about the last time we met, or just for this embarrassment? I didn't get an answer to it, as soft footsteps interrupted us. We broke contact and turned to Christopher who was now walking towards us with his teacher.She was a young woman in her early twenties, perhaps a little older than I was, or my age mate. But she was more cheerful, and gave off a good aura."We understand that you are excited

KatyaIt was a kiss that gave without taking, Open-mouthed, thorough, trusting.He cradled my face like a babe, slanting his head to the side and sweeping my lips slowly, his taste addictive and distracting from the harsh reality.Then his palms gently moved down my arms and pulled me closer to him, until all there was between us was fabric.When he pulled his lips way, he cradled my face again and gazed at me with intense emotions that almost had me staggering. I give you my word. He had promised to make it all better, yet the past stood as a barricade between us, and when I stared him, there were inhibitions in my eyes.Fear of trusting again.And yet fear of facing reality. "It's okay, I understand." He whispered as though he could hear my thoughts, his hands cupping my cheeks.He was all I could see and think of, his image possessing my mind, his voice soothing as it flooded my mind.His image was blurred by the fresh tears pooling in my eyes, but I could still see him, gazing