Chapter Fifty-One: The Bench

Zara's POVI’ve been sitting at my desk for three hours, staring at the same screen, reading the same line over and over, but the words blur together. My mind is everywhere at once, in the ballroom, in his office when he said my name like a plea.Tu lo sai che non è tutto, cara. His voice had been so low, so desperate in that crowded ballroom, like he was drowning and I was the only lifeline he wanted. I can still feel the way the air had thickened between us, the way my body had betrayed me with a rush of heat even as anger burned in my chest. Hours later, I’m still replaying it on loop, the professional mask I wore cracking every time I remember how close he stood, how his eyes had darkened with everything we can’t say in public.I close my eyes and press my fingers to my temples. This is exactly why I need to get out of here. Being this close to him every day is slowly destroying me.I open my eyes and look at the glass wall. His office is empty; he’s been gone all morning. I sta

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Break

Valerio's POVIt’s been hours and I still can’t let go of the image of her in that black dress from the auction last night. It was torture to get through the night, and now, on my way to the office back to the office after I left for an urgent meeting this morning, I can’t seem to be present for the ride. I get down from the car and walk toward the elevator, my footsteps echoing in the empty garage. The executive floor is mostly empty, as I walk toward her desk, expecting to see her there, head bent over her laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard.But her desk is empty.There’s no sign of her bag, the desktop screen is dark, and her chair is pushed back like she was in a hurry to leave. I stop mid-step, my chest tightening. I pull out my phone, dialing her number, but it goes straight to voicemail. I call again. Nothing. I stare at the screen, my thumb hovering over her name, then I type a message.Me: Where are you?The message delivers, minutes go by and there’s nothing. I pa

Chapter Fifty-three: The Reckoning

Valerio's POVMy chest heaves as I stare at her, the taste of her still on my lips. This isn’t the first time I have kissed her, but it feels like the first time all over again, raw, desperate, and completely out of control. Her back is still pressed against the glass wall of my office, her lips swollen, hair messy from my fingers. She looks furious, and so fucking beautiful that it hurts.“How dare you,” she repeats, her voice shaking with anger and something else I recognize too well, desire. The same desire that has been tormenting me for months.I don’t step back; I can’t. My hand remains braced beside her head, caging her against the glass. Dio mio (Oh God), I want to kiss her again. Harder. Deeper. Until the rest of the world disappears and it’s only us.“You can’t keep doing this,” she whispers, but her fingers stay fisted in my shirt, not pushing me away. Not yet.“I can’t?” I let out a harsh laugh, my forehead nearly touching hers. “You say that like you didn’t kiss me back

Chapter Fifty-four: The Confession

Valerio’s POVThe penthouse feels suffocating. I pour myself a drink but barely touch it, the amber liquid mocking me from the glass. Every time I close my eyes, I see Zara against the glass wall from an hour ago — swollen lips, tear-streaked cheeks, the taste of her still on my lips, the warmth of her still imprinted on my skin, and the way she looked at me like I was both salvation and destruction. I grab my phone.Me: Usual place. 9 pm. Need to talk.Luca’s reply comes fast, like always.Luca: See you there, brother.The private club wraps around me like an old confidante—wood-paneled walls, low golden lighting, the smooth burn of whiskey in the air, leather chairs that have heard decades of secrets, and soft jazz humming in the background. Luca is already in our usual booth, glass in hand, and looks at me as I sit down, his expression unreadable.“You look like shit,” he says with a grin. “What happened? Clara giving you hell again?”We’re sitting in our usual private room, leathe

Alle Kapitel von Valerio's Secretary: Kapitel 51 – Kapitel 54

Chapter Fifty-One: The Bench

Chapter Fifty-Two: The Break

Chapter Fifty-three: The Reckoning

Chapter Fifty-four: The Confession