Semua Bab RICAFORTE MEN 1 : One Night Only: Bab 1 - Bab 10

**Two Years Earlier…**Zenna wrapped her arms around herself, embracing her body as she breathed in the fresh air. The unique scent of the midnight sea was cold and chilling. Silently, she gazed at the shoreline along the eastern coastline of Viareggio. The waves crashing against the rocks sounded like music to her ears.“So peaceful,” Zenna whispered as she closed her eyes. She inhaled deeply, spreading her arms. She felt like a piece of paper, longing to be carried away by the cold breeze. *Oh, midnight breeze.* She smiled, but her eyes held traces of sadness.She lifted her gaze to the dark sky, illuminated by billions of stars. Taking a deep breath, she slipped off her sandals and walked along the soft, fine sand.It was her last night in Florence. The next day, she would be flying back to the Philippines. The moment she set foot on her homeland, everything in her life would change. She had finally reached the deadline. There was no more time to run from the fate that awaited her.

Zenna took several deep breaths. The company had called her the day before to inform her that the interview would be conducted today by none other than the CEO of La Fashionista, which was why she now found herself standing inside the towering building of the said company.She felt like she was about to pee from nervousness. Her hands were cold, and her heart was pounding violently in her chest. She couldn’t understand why she was this anxious.God. This was the first time she had ever felt this nervous. She, who had extensive experience in this field, was now outmatched in self-confidence even by beginners.This wasn’t even the first time she had been interviewed by a company’s CEO. Back in Italy, the president of Armines Clothing Line had personally interviewed her. She had handled that just fine. She hadn’t been this nervous then.“Ms. Lopez, the boss is ready to see you,” the CEO’s secretary announced.She flinched at the sudden interruption.The secretary knocked three times befo

She had been irritated with Matthew for a while because he hadn’t even given her any attention when he arrived at the office. What was the point of them being in the same room if he wasn’t going to do anything? She kept standing and sitting down with nothing to do. She had even offered him coffee, but he merely shook his head and didn’t lift his face from the folders his secretary had brought in earlier.Out of frustration, she couldn’t stop herself from walking up to his desk and dropping a folder in front of him. It worked—she finally got his attention. Thank God. She had almost turned into a mere decoration in his office.“What?” Though his brows were furrowed, amusement was still evident on his face. It even seemed like he was deliberately ignoring her.That only made her more annoyed.“Don’t ‘what’ me, Matthew! It’s almost noon and I still haven’t done anything at my desk. You already have your own secretary—you don’t need a PA-slash-decoration in your office!” She tried to forge

She tugged at Matthew’s hair and bit her lower lip hard to stop a loud moan from escaping. She reached her climax, shuddering. Matthew remained kneeling in front of her, cleaning her with his mouth and tongue.“Matt, please stop,” she called out hoarsely, her voice trembling. She had to stop him or she might come again.She felt embarrassed. She couldn’t fully process that she had climaxed right on Matthew’s lips. He didn’t even stop—instead, he moved his tongue and fingers even more, both inside and outside her wet core. She pressed a hand to her forehead. This is embarrassing.“I love that look on your face, sweetheart. Frenzied, delighted…” he slowly stood, his hands gliding upward along her sides, “…and wet. You’ve climaxed twice, honey—haven’t you noticed?”“Oh, shut it, Matthew.” She squeezed her eyes shut and leaned her head against the cold wall. She didn’t know whether to be annoyed that he hadn’t missed a single detail in the middle of their heated moment. Her gaze wandered

**“Here comes the rumor queen,”** Arianne said with a smirk, her attention fixed toward the door.Zenna couldn’t help but follow her gaze. It was Yvette, making her dramatic entrance. Her wide hips swayed like a beauty queen in a telenovela. She was dressed far too short and revealing—her ample chest nearly spilling out from the low neckline of her dress.Zenna couldn’t stop herself from smiling. She didn’t know why Arianne was so irritated with Yvette, but if one were to observe them closely, they were like two ends of a stick—never meant to meet. They were complete opposites.Yvette was the liberated type—in the way she dressed, carried herself, and spoke. She was one of those people who had no filter. Meanwhile, Arianne was the conservative kind of woman. That was probably why the two never got along.As for Zenna, she didn’t care about Yvette at all. She remained indifferent, even when Yvette occasionally threw subtle remarks at her. She refused to engage in such nonsense. For her