Alex Russo Boyfriends Novels & Stories

I ask immediately. She turns the screen toward me. There it is. “Daemon Russo. CEO of Russo Global. Married. Wife: Rachel Russo.” The air leaves my lungs. My fingers tighten around the hanger I’m holding, the thin strap snapping under the pressure. “No,” I whisper. “That has to be wrong.” Sophia tilts her head. “Unless there’s another Daemon Russo running a tech company and married to a woman named Rachel, I doubt it.” My knees feel weak. I grab onto the edge of the lingerie rack.

“I’m just here to assist Mr. Russo, sir.” Chen chuckled. “Oh, come now. Don’t be so uptight. Am sure, kaiden wouldn't mind if we erhm...decided to pick a little. Afterall, a girl like you would just be a waste to his side.” Alyssa felt her throat tightened at his was. Then pulled up a smile and faced him. "Sure enough, Mr Russo cares about his people and wouldn't like them to be violated-" "Nonsense. Kaiden would never say no to me. We've come along way right from his father. So why would he want to turnish such a great partnership for a low life like you." He smirked. Her throat briefly went dry.

I ask the smug son of a bitch. "Alessiano has approval to pass her and her fiancé the family and will do so at a capo meeting on Saturday" he says being ever the cryptic asshole he always has been. He turns around and it’s only now that I see the two butterfly band-aids on his stitched right brow. "What the fuck happened to you, did you hit your head while banging that stripper from Daisy's club" 1 ask while pressing the button that sits the bed up more. "Her betrothed is fuckin Viktor. And no I got his in a fucking fight with the god damn Russians when they turned and allies with her at the fucking airport after we landed" hi pinches the wall then slicks his hair back after is falls into hi

The only family that was there for her. “It’s okay.” A hint of bitterness colored her voice. I reached for her hand and squeezed it gently in comfort. “It’s not okay,” I murmured. “But I’m happy I got to spend all day with you.” From all she had told me, her brother always came through. It could be that he was just late. In four years, I had yet to meet the famous, or infamous, brother. Alessandro Russo. Alessio to those closest to him. Untouchable. Ruthless. Corrupt.

Two employees were chatting in the hallway behind me, just loud enough to catch a few words that froze me in place. “…didn’t you hear? Mr. Russo won’t be in the office today.” I frowned and leaned back, just enough to hear more. “He has a lunch reservation at that five-star rooftop restaurant downtown. Private table and everything. Guess he’s pulling out the charm for his girlfriend.” My stomach dropped. The air seemed to vanish from the hallway. For a moment, I thought I’d misheard. Girlfriend? “Wait, Matteo has a girlfriend?” the second voice asked. “Oh yeah,” the first replied with a knowing laugh. “Some wealthy heiress. She’s been around for a while on and off, but he always goes back to

“Who are you?” “I’m sorry.” He straightened and extended his hand to me. “I’m Alexander Russo, I’m your girlfriend’s elder brother.” I knew she had brothers – two if I wasn’t mistaken. She hadn’t told me they were here though. Paradise Island and back in Italy was what she’d told me. With hesitation, I accepted his hand and gave it a brief shake, my eyes catching sight of the Lion’s head tattoo on the back of his hand. “Is she okay? I’m still a little confused.”

“If you mean the girl you assume is my girlfriend — we had an open, no-strings-attached relationship. It’s over now.” “I already said no! I have a boyfriend. Now please return his gift!” “Dump him. Nothing’s happened between you yet.” If I’d thought Arthur was arrogant, Ruslan had just surpassed him. Still waters clearly ran very deep. “Did you hit your head? To date someone, you have to feel something for them — and I feel nothing for you.” “You’re telling me you’ve fallen in love with Gromov’s son, Maya?” he asked, the smile gone from his face.

I closed my eyes, and though every inch of me is screaming don't turn, I still do and why won't I, I am going to produce his next kid, he can't do anything to me. Hence squaring my shoulder, and giving myself a lot of pep talk in my head, I turned but no sooner did my eyes catch his brown, I melted in a puddle. When I said my man can put all these strippers to shame, I wasn't lying. Suit Alexander Russo is hot but casual Alexander is going to be the death of me. He is sinful. Wearing a fitted T-shirt, putting his muscles for the show, with denim, my husband looks nothing less than a delicious meal.

Her next words causing my heart to skip a beat “If there is one person that I’m starting to trust in this world, it is you, Alpha Alexei” ************************************** “You never did tell me what your last name was?” Scarlett asked, our fingers were intertwined as the two of us walked on the sand, and turning to face her, I smiled, running my thumb over her fingers. “Aslanov” I said, pulling her to the water. The cold water hit our feet as a wave hit shore. The two of us smiled at the feeling, and seeing as Scarlett had a short beach dress on, I couldn’t help but wonder how she would feel with me screwing her here and now.

"An Alpha needs a stable mate. She happened to appear at the right time. She was suitable. That's all." "And now? Will you leave her?" Another silence stretched between them. "I will. When the right moment comes." I stood outside the door. My fingers tightened around the sock. Then, I turned and walked away. This time, I didn't hesitate. That night, I boarded the car back to the Shadow pack. As it pulled away, I took out my phone and sent Damon a message written in Old Wolf Tongue. "Damon, don't bother looking for the right moment. By the time you read this, we're over. Six weeks. Twins. The blood you deemed disgusting belonged to them. I wish you and Ella a lifetime of happiness."