Novel & Cerita Pantalone X Dottore

Dante. He was seated at the far-right corner of the restaurant, his presence impossible to miss. His tailored dinner suit fit him like a second skin, accentuating his broad shoulders, slim waist, and powerful frame. The crisp white shirt beneath his midnight-black blazer contrasted sharply with his sun-kissed skin, while his silk tie added a touch of understated elegance. His dark hair was perfectly styled, and his chiseled jawline hinted at strength and control. When he shifted in his seat, the soft sheen of his Italian leather shoes caught the light. He looked like the embodiment of a perfect man—confident, composed, and utterly captivating.

“ Ha ha ha ha ! Thank you brother-in-law . “ said Valeria . “ I am also happy for my brother . He is quite lucky . You are a great girl . “ said Axel with a happy smile . “ Thank you very much……brother-in-law . “ said Valeria with a smile . While they were celebrating the happy news , someone knocked on the door then entered inside . They turned their head and saw a beautiful doctor with black hair coming inside , holding a file . “ Hello , I am the doctor in charge for mr Axel Danados’s analysis and check ups . “ said the female doctor when she entered . Antonio opened his eyes wide in surprise as he looked a the doctor . Axel was also surprised when he looked at her . “ Isn’t Alex my docto

I had repeated that to myself like a mantra for the last twenty minutes. The side door chimed, sliding open with a soft hiss. Dante walked in alone. He had discarded his armor—no suit jacket, no silk tie. He wore only a soft, dark charcoal t-shirt and black tailored trousers. The simplicity of his clothes made him look less like a distant billionaire and more like the dangerous, physical force he actually was. "Doctor," he greeted, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that instantly made the sterile room feel too small. "Mr. Moretti," I replied, maintaining my clinical distance. I gestured to the examination table in the center of the room. "Please. Sit and remove your shirt so I can inspect

] Dante huffed and shook his head, ‘Non abbastanza bravo dottore, voglio delle risposte e se non può darmele le cercherò altrove e toglierò il mio sostegno finanziario alla sua organizzazione.’ [Not good enough Doctor I want answers and if you cannot give them to me I will seek them elsewhere and remove my financial assistance from your organisation.]

Elena sat in a leather armchair, a teacup balanced perfectly on her knee, her expression hardening into absolute venom the moment she saw me. Across from her sat Enzo Valenti, an older man with silver-streaked hair and a tailored suit that practically screamed old money and spilled blood. Next to him was a younger woman—presumably his daughter. Immaculately dressed in a conservative cream dress, her manicured fingers twisting a diamond ring on her left hand. And then there was Frank. He was standing behind his massive mahogany desk, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his forearms, a glass of amber liquid halfway to his lips. When his eyes met mine, his jaw tightened so hard I heard the click of h

But when I stood up, the Russian mute held my hand tightly, making me sneer at him, but he gave me a stern look and pushed me back to my chair. “Wait for the right moment.” He just said and kept eyeing the man like me and around us as well, and after what felt like an eternity, Antonio stood up and went to the toilet. We stood up and followed him. Sergey stood outside when he saw two guards were doing the same and I just followed the man. He stood in front of a urinal and started to piss and I just walked straight to where he was and brought my knife under his throat. “Ah, I was wondering about when you were going to make your move, doctor, but I think you are entirely different from what th

Alexander went to the boutique with the instructions he was given. He got to Mimi’s boutique to get the outfit for Alice as ordered by his boss and friend. He went around the shop to get her an outfit. He got her Balmain High-rise boyfriend jeans trousers and a white Dolce & Gabbana crystal-embellished cropped top. His boss did say earlier that money wasn’t his problem and being the handler of his card, he decided to spend as much as possible on his bosses ‘woman’. After all, Alice Jet is also a multibillionaire who deserves nothing but the best, he convinced himself with a nod. He paired the outfit with a Saint Laurent opyum 110 suede sandals for women. He bought a beige colored one matchin

Derrick teases, making Wyatt snigger. To my dismay, Jartre sets me back on my feet, but on the bright side, I can now take in his full appearance. I blink in surprise when I realise he’s come dressed in the club’s theme. And oh mamma does he look fine. He’s wearing a low-cut, white satin shirt with open cuffs, and black crocodile-skin pants with matching boots. He’s like a sexy high-fashion pirate, and I’d walk his plank any day. I lick my lips and shake my head straight, quickly taking his hand in mine and guiding him around to the other side of the booth.

"Trust me when I say they're gonna do something illegal." **** "That is the craziest idea I've ever heard!" "It's an idea alright," Dante grumbled. The doctor glared at him through his glasses that were perched on the bridge of his nose. His face looked red from anger and had green veins popping around his bald head. Dario rocked on his heels looking around the office cluttered with files, different lab coats, two different colors of wigs, and three stethoscopes.

“Because if this keeps up, I might start interviewing for a new Alpha. You’ve been unbearable lately.” I groaned, rubbing my forehead. The thought of doctors poking around, shoving things into places that should never be invaded, made me shudder. “No way,” I muttered. “Nobody’s sticking anything up my-” Dante turned to leave, clearly done with my whining. That’s when I noticed how polished he looked. Button-down shirt, cologne lingering in the air, shoes that actually matched. “Where the hell are you off to?” I asked, eyeing him.