E Piu Ti Penso Mga Nobela at Kwento

The words are written in Italian: ‘IL BROKER È PIÙ VICINO DI QUANTO PENSI.’ (The broker is closer than you think.) My eyes blaze. “What the fuck is this supposed to mean?”

I asked hoping she won't misunderstood. "Sure" she agreed and sat next to me on my thick pink girly bedspread. "Mom...what do you think can be the reason for not hearing someone's thoughts" I asked and he face fell she looked confused. "What do you mean?" She asked with a trying to break down mys statement. "I mean there's this person...I can't hear his thoughts, and I don't know why, but when I have a kind of intimacy with the person. The thought become clearer" I said and the only thing floating on top of her mind was the word I used.

"Oh and I told my parents that we have a 'meeting' in the morning so they'll be watching Rose. We can head back to the hotel and relax there. I could really use a nice hot bath in the jacuzzi tub. "I chuckle at her before I kiss the top of her head. My arm wraps around her waist, pulling her closer to me. Her hand rests on my chest before she closes her eyes and falls asleep instantly. "Penso di amarti," I mutter, kissing her head once more before I shut my eyes. Translations: mio Dio- my god mi fai impazzire- you drive me crazy Sii la mia fidanzata- be my girlfriend ancora- yet Penso di amarti- i think I love you

Imogen blinked his eyes, while Orion uttered between his gnashing teeth," Perché non lo farei mai (Cause I never would )" Imogen threw the file on the table and asked with sigh, frustratedly wavering his hand,"Quindi cos'altro vuoi parlare? Se si tratta di affari, allora non mi interessa neanche. Ora sono impegnato per quanto riguarda alcune cose personali ( Then what else you want to talk about? If it is about business then I'm not interested either. I'm now busy regarding some personal stuff )"

PIETRO A ghost of a smile appeared on my lips as memories of last night entered my mind once again. I couldn’t get the picture of Lucrezia’s angry expression from last night out of my head. Whenever my mind flies away from. what I was doing, I would suddenly think about her, leaving me in trance. I just couldn’t stop thinking about her. because of her, I wasn’t able to do anything productive in the office. My mind just keeps drifting off to her, making me forget the work that is laid out in front of me.

Because men like him always did. I walked closer, slow enough for every step to register. His eyes followed me, wide and wet. I circled him once, then again. “You took something that wasn’t yours,” I said calmly. “You didn’t ask. You didn’t wait. You didn’t have permission.” His head shook, fast, desperate. “I…I was told..uhm” I stopped in front of him. “Non pensare è il tuo problema,” (Not thinking is your problem). I said quietly.

My phone blared up I turned angrily to the phone thinking it was MR ANNOYING PANTS but it was Tiana calling, I quickly picked it up and her voice rang through the phone calming me down, “If your plan was to make me wait or want you more, just know you won okay baby, just come over already” I smiled, “If that was my plan, I guessed it worked” Chuckling, “yes it did….. why aren't you here yet?” Thinking I decided to use the situation to my advantage, “I changed my mind, I'm busy right now” “Oh really,” I could hear her smile. “Yes really, maybe tomorrow? That's if I'm free” “Well I hope your free, Perché mi manca il sapore della tua figa” (“because I miss the taste of your pussy”)

Elio lets out an amused sigh and closes his eyes before stating: "Like that amount of money is going to hurt my bank account. I consider it a perfectly good investment. My wife is happy, and my house will be filled with the laughter of children. It suits me perfectly." "Sole mio?" I call tenderly. "Yes, Amore mio?" "Grazie."(Thank you*) "Anything you wish, Amore mio. As long as I know you are mine, there is no reason to deny you anything."

I raise an eyebrow at him and "What" "Watch your tone with me," he says his stone clod no emotions. What a dick I think to myself. "Do you speak Italian?" he asks I roll my eyes and decide to give him an answer "Cosa pensi," I say. (what do you think?) Penso che devi rispettarmi Non prendero mancanza di rispetto he says visibly getting angry. (I think that you need to respect me I will not take disrespect.) "Stessa," I say (same). Knowing damn well I'm really pushing it here. I think that I would be scared of anyone besides my father but Luca defiantly scares me but of course, he doesn't need to know that.