Romansa Di Kantor Novels & Stories

she says. “I wasn’t hungry.” “He noticed.” I sigh. “Let him.” “You’re playing with fire, Alana.” I meet her eyes. “I am fire.” She doesn’t argue. She just turns and starts walking. “Come on. He wants to see you.” Roman’s office is colder than usual. He’s sitting behind the desk, a half-glass of bourbon in front of him. Two phones. One ledger. Three knives. All perfectly aligned. That’s how you know he’s annoyed, when the neatness sharpens.

Romano's powerful, almost naked body from my mind. I knew it was wrong to lust after my boss, but I couldn't help imagining what it would be like to feel his strong hands all over my body, to have his lips pressed against mine. The next day, the mansion felt even bigger than usual. Maybe it was because Mr. Romano wasn’t around. The air felt calmer without him there, like the walls weren’t watching me as closely. I didn’t see him anywhere that morning, so I figured he must’ve gone out again.

I heard movement in the background, followed by Marty and Lisa immediately telling her to sit down. A few seconds later she returned. "Babe, they won't let me come to you." The way she said it nearly made me choke on my coffee. Somewhere in the background I heard what sounded suspiciously like gagging noises. "I'm guessing you put me on speaker?" "Yes." Perfect. "Marty, I heard Roman is going drinking with Nero and his crew tonight. The interesting part is that one of Nero's men has a crush on Roman. From what I heard, he's very attractive."

By the time the sun finally rose over the city, I was already standing inside my office at the casino with a whiskey glass in my hand while staring through the massive floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the streets below. The casino had not fully opened yet, but workers were already moving downstairs preparing for the night crowd. Everything continued normally while my entire life felt seconds away from exploding completely. A knock sounded against the office door. Then Roman entered without waiting for permission. He immediately narrowed his eyes after looking at me properly. “You look terrible.” He said without fear. “I feel worse.” Roman walked further inside before dropping several fol

Romano’s Estate. The meeting room smelled of cigar smoke and expensive whiskey. A long oak table stretched across the center, scattered with papers, ledgers, and a half-empty bottle of red wine. The walls were soundproof, no one outside these walls ever heard the business of the Romanos. Romano sat at the head of the table, a white shirt clinging perfectly to his broad shoulders. His gaze was fixed on the man standing at the far end of the room, nervous, sweating, avoiding eye contact.

Castania finally joined us that immediately start a conversation to Sain. Well, that's good. I don't want to talk to him. I don't care if he finds me sensitive and annoying. I just really hate it how it seems so easy for him to kill someone without any reason aside from the fact that he just wanted it. "How was the business, hijo? I heard Roman Corporation is giving ITC a problem right now" Roman Corporation? Was that the business own by Teofilo Romani? "They don't want to cooperate with us, but that's not really a big deal"

Realizing that she is alone in the large room, Casabdra sat on her chair, her head bowed down and her fingers rubbed her forehead as she let out a sigh. A knock on the door alerted her, she quickly looked up and saw her Secretary, Jasmine, a tall brunette with glasses standing patiently with some files in her hand. "Do come in Jasmine" Cassandra ushered her in and the brunette walked in with full consciousness because she doesn't want to do anything that might offend her boss. "The document containing the added information on the company's new contract has arrived Ma" her voice calm but business-like because she knows how much Cassandra hated low and lazy voice. "Excellent" Cassabsra uttered

“She sends her regards. Baby number three is giving her a hard time.” “She’s huge, I saw her before I came here. A girl, finally.” Said Logan. “Doctor said no to flying.” I guess that what happens when a woman like Lucy finally meets the man of her dreams. “Okay, which one is it?” Everyone getting what Dickie, looked around stopping on every female present. Always the impatient one. “The blond one, with the pink dress?” “That one is spoken for.” “By whom?” “Cameron Kennedy.” A whistle and a few chuckles.