Peter Attia Novels & Stories

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

I closed the door before the man responded, and though I knew that it wasn’t something that I would normally do, I hated the fact that he saw it as normal to disrespect me the way that he did over something that I didn’t even do. He drove off when he saw me walking inside the bank, and though I had to admit, I did wish that he didn’t, I knew that it wasn’t going to be something that I was going to tell him. I walked inside, and I smiled when I saw the employee already waiting for me. His eyes met mine, and I nodded in appreciation as he returned the smile. “I am Mattia,” “Lea,” I said, extending my hand to shake his. “Though I do believe that you already know who I am.”

He stroked her back and combed his fingers through her hair, sighing quietly. "I won't leave," he promised in her ear. "I couldn't. You and the baby… you're my whole world." *** At JE Group's top floor, Pete leaned back in his chair, savoring the morning headlines. "Sir, since the market opened, ATTA's stock has been plunging," his assistant reported with a grin. Pete's smile stretched. "The more he tried to bury this, the sweeter it is to expose. He's going blind, his wife's pregnant—let's see how long ATTA can stay standing now."

Peter was always good with me and recently started to flirt with me. He and my best friend Katia are twins. They have the same characteristics, same blond hair and ocean blue eyes, both of them are tall but Peter is taller and more muscular. Peter, Fabien and Antony are the most good-looking guys at our school, girls go crazy for them. Fabien and Antony whore around all the time but Peter isn’t a player like them.

Konstantin is about to reply when a man with full beard rush into the dinning room, pushing everyone who's on his way away. " Boss! Mattia from Italy had arrived " The man in full beard says while breathing so hard. Upon hearing the words of the new man, iris Saint stiffened abruptly. Anything from Italy will surely be about the package. Iris thought to herself as she stiffened so she could eavesdrop on the conversation without letting out her emotions.

Peter’s gaze was darker, like he was already inside my thoughts. “You’re a bit late. And you will get punished for it Sofia, ” Peter said. Already moving closer to me. “She’s a bride to be. The new Mrs. Moretti is in the making. Maybe she was serving her fiancée her steamy hot plate. And came rushing when he couldn’t get the job done.” Paul added. He lay on the bed. Placed his head on the pillow with his hands behind his head. His cock stood at attention. With pre-cum blessing the tip. It’s not actually the d***k I was craving for. But this would suffice.

I asked, trying to ignore the affect Julius’ display of power had on me. “Trying to get rid of me so soon?” Adrian scoffed, his expression light once again as he stood to his full height. “Okay, okay, as much as it pains me Maia, I’ll go. I just have one last thing…” he took a step towards the door before pivoting so that he was facing Maeve. “I, Adrian Fowler, reject you, Maeve Lorenze, of the Blood Moon Pack.”

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

A deep husky voice that I had come to associate with angry Luca sounded behind me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. “Oh… I'm sorry. I didn't know. We were friends so we were just catching up. Nice to meet you, I'm Peter Cavill” Peter stretched his hand towards Luca for a handshake. I looked up at Luca's impassive face to note his eyes darting to look at Peter's hand. “Name's Luca Ferraro. Remember it” He didn't take his hand. Wow. Peter smiled and withdrew his hand. “It was nice meeting you, Elena. I hope we can meet again before I leave”