Romansa Di Kantor Novels & Stories

" Have you slept with Mark before ?" " No. We only kissed." "When?" "Before you. Please don't turn to alcohol and drugs when things are bothering you. " " You aren't mad at me?" "No I am chilled we've been through hell and back together ." "Any guys I should know about?" " Jealousy makes you nasty." " Not where you are concerned ." "Romano who is my new client." I looked at Cleo inquisitively " What's Romano's surname?" "Luca. He does similar stuff that you guys do at Massa with shipping. Speaking of which ; I am headed to Richards Bay tomorrow, I should be back Saturday evening ."

When I put pen to paper he was actually very happy that I was finally under the Luca umbrella and I was working on AM Sports. When I told him about Max signing Paul’s Club and that he will not be joining the company ; he was calm and understanding . As soon as the elevator door opened , I a saw Daniel and Romano talking in his office . Romano’s office was beautiful . It felt like being in another world within an office building . He had the sea view and his building towered over all the buildings in the city. He actually had the sea and mountain view . When he asked me what kind of view I wanted for my office , I said ; I wanted the ocean because it was calming .

"Hey, Noru." "…mm, the fuck Toma, it's 3 in the morning." "How are things regarding Xia Ti?" "Uhh, yeah! The plan was successful." "Great we'll talk about your rewards later." "Heh, why not come to my room later? I'd like a taste of you now." Toma had a sudden disgusted expression from what he heard from Noru. "Nevermind, I'll just pay you cash." "Wait, I was kidd-" the call ended. After that, he drives back to the dorm.

You started work. I leaned against the railing. How do you know that? I know where you are. Of course he did. That’s not comforting. It’s not meant to be. I rolled my eyes. It’s normal here. Try not to ruin it. There was a pause. Then: Define normal. I glanced back through the glass doors at the office. People talking, someone laughing, coffee machines humming. It felt… ordinary. This. People doing their jobs and going home. A longer pause this time.

She gently ran her fingers through her long, silky hair. Honestly, I could understand. Before that, her hair had been a complete mess. Who knew what she had gone through to end up like that? I pretended to just notice her rough hands and frowned in anger. "What kind of terrible job were those servants doing? Look how rough your hands have become, Ximena. Quick, use the hand cream I brought for you." I squeezed out a generous amount and carefully rubbed it into her hands. In an instant, her bark-like skin turned into soft, delicate hands.

The place where the owner of the company she worked for resided. The place where Lucas Hernandez was. * Vlora seemed to frown when she found an employee who meet his boss yesterday steped on the floor where she was. From a distance, it could be seen how the female employee looks very agitated. She wondered what Lucas was calling her. But for what business? Business work or personal affairs? When Vlora found that the woman had approached her desk, she smiled and asked. “Can I help you?” The woman seemed to gulp her saliva once before answering the question.

I pull open the door with the next mission in mind being convincing the driver to take me to the company. This one goes surprisingly well as all the driver does is send some texts on his phone before opening the door politely for me. I guess the master's consent has been granted. I arrive at the company and take the private elevator only to find Roman seated at my desk waiting for me. “Fuck! Did you wear this just to torture me, princess?” Roman asks running his hands through his hair, scattering the neatly placed strands. He gets up from where he was leaning on my table and saunters over to me, pulling me flush against his chest.

But Catherine got down and followed him, and when he saw her, he rushed towards one of the workers and said, “Play along and get five thousand in return.” With not a flick of hesitation, he hastily nodded and smiled as Catherine approached them. “Is something wrong, wife?” Rome asked, fixing his eyes on hers. “No. Well, I want to greet your boss.” Catherine said, smiling at the fellow standing by him. Chuckling faintly, Rome gazed at the worker and said, “Yes, this is Pablo. He’s always like, ‘Rome, you have to put your back into the work.” Even though his name was “Morrison,” he smiled widely and said, “I tend to put pressure on my best workers, and Rome just happened to be one of them.”

"That’s… not exactly a qualification." "Maybe not," he agrees easily. "But I work hard. I learn fast. And I promise I won’t be cringey like the others." He winks. I bite the inside of my cheek. He knows. I cross my arms. "And your name?" His smirk widens. "Alessandro Luca Romano." Penelope’s entire soul leaves her body. I don’t blame her. It sounds like a name straight out of a romance novel. I glance at the job applications I’d collected from today’s horror show of interviews. All disasters.