All Chapters of His Father's Obsession, I fell in love with his son. : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Clara walked away from her and made for Carol’s room where she had been alerted to come pick up the food tray as Veronica turned back to Antonio’s door. The lock still stared back at her with some audacity. She ran a hand over her face, then her fingers curled into a fist. The house felt too small suddenly and the angles too sharp. She moved to the stairs again, gliding down with haste like she had forgotten her work tools.She knew the reason she was at Antonio’s house and she had agreed with her father to get him the clear route to the Rosetti wealth which seemed to have been locked away for only his heir.She got into her room and dialed her father again telling him of how he had tried to open the door to his room but it was locked. Her father demanded to know if she could use a pin as she usually saw in action movies to open the door. “No, father!” She protested.“But you have done it before….”“That was when I was barely twelve,” She responded.“If you put your mind to it, you

Luca drew me closer to him and plastered his thin lips on my cheeks. I had missed him as much as he had missed me but I dared not say it, not with the presence of a threat to how I felt. Warmth exploded all over my face as the kiss brought memories of the freaky things we had done together."I miss this moment," I confessed, heaving a sigh of relief as he cupped my face gently in his hands."I missed you being in this room with me," He whispered, taking off the duvet that covered me."Thank…you," I didn't know when I stammered a ridiculous response, curling my toes sensually like his hands had electric charges that were playing all over my skin."My heart has never felt more empty without you. I used to glance around and recall our moments together, I felt so miserable every time that happens," He confessed, his voice tinged with pain. I felt slightly guilty about our separation, but at least we were back together now. Well, I don't know about that yet."Don't worry, Luca, we will

I reached for her feet and took off her flipflop then I pulled up her gown, parting her legs in the process and positioning myself perfectly between them. I leaned closer and whispered against her lips, “Which spot should I touch first? Where do you want me to devour?”If she said all of her, I would have done it with the utmost pleasure. “Kiss me,” She breathed, grabbing my face and slamming her lips on mine.I held her waist in response and pressed my lips against hers. As she parted her lips, I snatched the opportunity and slipped my tongue. She moaned at the entry, caressing my face as if urging me to do more of what I was doing to her. My tongue moved hotly in her mouth, visiting every inch of it. She tangled her tongue around mine, trying to return the favour and I allowed her to move her tongue the way she wanted. Carol was even naughtier than I thought and I prayed that she would give me the very same lap dance she had given the guy back at the club. She effortlessly tang

The only sound after that response was the soft clink of our cutleries as we ate in a comfortable silence. Veronica suddenly set her fork down and leaned forward slightly. “Clara,” She called again."My name is Carol, not Clara," I snapped a correction at her.“My bad, let’s not fight anymore. It’s tiring, isn’t it? Always looking at each other with suspicion is heavy. I’d rather we were… friends.”I frowned heavily at her, unsure if I had heard correctly. Friends? With Veronica?“I...” I hesitated, choosing my words carefully. “I don’t want to fight either.”“Good. Then let’s start afresh.” She smiled, reaching across the table slightly, as if to bridge the gap between us. I didn’t take her hand, but I nodded.Inside me though, I wasn’t convinced about this sudden kindness. I was still seated at the table with Veronica when the sound of footsteps reached us.Luca walked in, tall and calm as always, and pulled a chair to sit down with us.“Why did no one call me for breakfast?" he

“Yes, sir!” I heard one of my guards manning the door after he picked up what I wanted him to do from my gesture.The door unlocked and they dragged the so-called Massimo into the holding room, he was swollen and tired, but he still had a look of stubbornness. He spat at the floor when he saw me. That anger never lasts long against people who are used to being broken. I watched him, quietly while my men got to work on his body.I don’t pretend to be sentimental about pain because pain gets results. I had Marco and Enzo in the first round. They asked, then they leaned on the soft spots of threats, reminders and a few bruises in the right places. I made sure to stay out of it all for the first thirty minutes as I gave them the floor to perpetuate what they deemed fit on him. I wanted him to understand that there would be no theater and no show of mercy but only business.When the first answers were thin, I walked in and spoke to him in a low voice. “Tell me what you know about Cesare’