All Chapters of Falling For The Father: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Daisy’s POV By the sixth day of being trappe in this house,i became restless.“I’m perfectly fine now.” I told Vincenzo over breakfast. “I want to resume my duties as your assistant. I’m goingcrazy just wandering around here alll day.”“You need more time to fully recover.” He said dismissively, sipping his coffee. I sighed in frustration. “You can’t keep me locked up in here, sir. Stop treating me like I’m fragile.”He raised a brow. “Aren’t you?”“No,” i said firmly. “I work for you as an assistant, not some housewife.”Vincenzo smirked at that. “Housewife?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “Is that a bad thing?”Oh my God, what exactly is going on? I thought Vincenzo Marino was a big bad Don. How come no one talks about how flirty he gets. I’m pretty sure my cheeks were bright red right now.I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.“Fine. If you insist on going to work, I’ll let you. But only on one condition.”“Which is?”“You stop calling me sir.” He

Daisy’s POVBooking flights for someone like Vincenzo Marino was a task far more complex than simply clicking “round trip, economy class.” Every single detail demanded meticulous attention. We’re talking first-class seats, access to private terminals, special security clearances, precise luggage arrangements, and even his exact meal preferences, right down to the specific brand of bottled water he preferred. But somehow, I didn’t mind. In fact, a part of me even enjoyed the challenge of orchestrating such precise logistics.Our flight to New York was scheduled for tomorrow morning. I had managed to line up everything perfectly: luxurious hotel reservations, dinner bookings at exclusive places with names I couldn’t even begin to pronounce, and a fully packed itinerary of real estate properties he intended to inspect.This upcoming trip felt different, though. It wasn't just about work, or simply another business venture. I mean, seriously, who takes their personal assistant on a real e

New York City. The name itself felt like a promise. The jarring, sound of suitcase wheels rolling over the polished airport tile announced their arrival. Daisy stepped out of JFK’s terminal alongside Vincenzo, the brisk air of New York brushing against her skin. The city was alive… horns blared in the distance, the screech of subway trains hummed beneath them, and people weaved through the crowds with purpose, as if each of them were perpetually late for something incredibly important. It was, after all, truly the city that never slept.Their driver, a tall man in a black coat with a discreet earpiece nestled in his ear, approached, taking their luggage and opening the back door of a sleek, black Cadillac SUV. Vincenzo gave a curt nod and climbed in without a word, his phone already in hand. Daisy hesitated for a second, stealing one more glance at the skyline before sliding into the seat beside him.As they drove through Manhattan, Daisy’s eyes were glued to the window. Every turn br

It had been almost two weeks since Daisy landed in New York with her boss, and every day since then had been a masterclass in resisting temptation. A living, breathing, brooding temptation who happened to go by the name Vincenzo Marino. She’d survived. Barely. And if she had to survive two more days, she was definitely packing a medal for it. Today, however, she was determined to do something for herself. Lunch with Marco. Not the one from the office, but Marco, her long-lost friend from college who had unexpectedly resurfaced in the form of a successful restaurant owner. Daisy hummed quietly as she sat in front of the mirror in their hotel suite, carefully applying a light pink shade of lipstick. Her dress… a pale blue, cinched at the waist, made her feel both elegant and comfortable. She glanced at the time on her phone. Just a few more minutes before she had to leave. Her thoughts drifted briefly to Vincenzo. She hadn’t seen him all morning. Not since she’d casually mentio

It had been a week since Daisy and Vincenzo returned to Italy. They went back to their normal work routine. That afternoon, Daisy sat at her desk, hunched over a report Vincenzo had asked her to complete before the end of the day. Her fingers flew over the keyboard. She was grateful for the intensity of the task, the little distraction from the heat still lingering between her thighs whenever she thought of that night in the hotel. It had branded itself into her like a permanent scar, deliciously raw and unforgettable.A gentle tap at the door to her office cubicle interrupted her concentration, followed by the soft, almost apologetic voice of the receptionist. “Miss Daisy? There’s someone here to see you. He said his name is Marco. He’s waiting in the parking lot.”Daisy’s head snapped up, her fingers freezing mid-air above the keys. Marco?Her brows knit in confusion. How on earth had he found her workplace? Vincenzo’s company wasn’t exactly the kind of place one could just drop by