The door was open. Anyone could walk in at any given time. Ryan knew Renata and Michelangelo were alone. But he had no idea what they were doing. Renata and Michelangelo were busy in their own time bubble. Michelangelo’s hands were moving all over Renata’s back. His tongue was inside her mouth exploring every inch. Renata was kissing him back with equal vigour. Their movements were mirroring each other. Renata didn’t know why Michelangelo had such a hold on her. Before him, she was only focused on her work and friends but now, she was getting pulled towards him. She would have never kissed anyone in the work place before and now she was kissing him in her boss’s office. Renata too wanted to touch Michelangelo. She let go of her tablet. It fell with a soft thud on the carpeted floor. She moved her hands over his neck and inserted one hand in his soft curls. He was smelling too good. Renata‘s mind went back to that night. He was smelling that good that night too. The smell awakened h

Renata stood near her chair, watching Michelangelo walk away with a smirk on his face. She could not believe he had her panty in his pocket. What was wrong with him? Did he really mean he would frame his pocket square? No! No one does that, do they?She was in her thoughts when Angela suddenly opened the door and said, “Renata! Your tablet and your folder are here! Why did you drop your tablet? Thank God for my carpet, it’s not broken. Please take them away and start working on the AD.Renata exhaled loudly and walked into Angela’s cabin. She took out her laptop and folder and went back to her seat. She tried to sit down as soon as possible as it was extremely uncomfortable to walk without underwear. Michelangelo’s words about her ass looking good without one were echoing in her ears she felt as if every eye was on her bottom.For the whole day, she could not work at all. She kept fidgeting in her chair as her mind kept going back to what

Renata sat up with a jerk. What did Michelangelo mean by he was coming to the house? again her phone chimed, “are you there?”“Yes, yes, I am here. Where are you?” she replied.“Coming upstairs,” replied Michelangelo.“What?” shouted Renata and jumped from her bed. She skidded her way to the main door and opened it before Michelangelo could press the doorbell.“Stop!” she shouted and jumped at Michelangelo. He immediately caught her in his arms and both lost their balance. Luckily, Severino was there to help them. He pushed Michelangelo slightly and that stopped everyone from falling.“Woah! If I knew this is how you would welcome me, I would have come here sooner,” teased Michelangelo and let her go.“Shut up! I don’t want anyone to know you are here. Why are you here?” she scolded him and hit his forearm in anger. All his bodyguard standing behind him placed their hands on their gun hidden in their inner pockets. Severino instantly signalled them to do nothing.“You were not answeri

Michelangelo knew he could not go to her office without any reason. And he would not have a reason without her ideas for his ad. When she would send him the samples, only then he could talk to her.He waited for two days but she didn’t reply to him or even try to make contact. his hands were itching to make a call and ask for updates but she asked him not to follow him. He didn’t want to force a relationship on her.He simply sent her a message asking for an update about his AD campaign. “Hey! You were supposed to send me a few samples for the AD. I am still waiting.”She didn’t reply to him for hours. He had to finally snitch to her boss, Angela. “Hi! This is Michelangelo Venturi. I was looking for updates about my project.” He knew Renata would get scolded but he wanted to hear from her. Even if she would be angry, he could take it. He just wanted to hear her voice.He kept staring at the picture of her panty th

Severino jumped on the truck to see what Vicktor was pointing at. Vicktor had lowered the shirt of the man who was shooting at them and his bare back was staring in his face. “What the hell?” shouted Severino when he saw the word ‘Odal’ branded on the back.“That means he was a slave?” asked Michelangelo.“Yes, a slave, a slave bought and branded in the Auction Ring. He was sold by us and he attacked us on someone’s orders,” replied Vicktor.“Sev! Check the other two men,” commanded Michelangelo.Severino jumped off the truck and went to the driver's side. He took off the driver’s shirt and gasped when he saw Odal branded on his back. The same was the case with the passenger-side goon. He too was an odalisque, he too was a slave. “What is happening?” asked Severino. “Who dare hit us with our slaves?”“Slaves are expendables,” said Michelangelo. “That’s why people use them.”“He is not wrong,” said Vicktor.“What do we have here?” suddenly a female voice attracted their attention. A