Vern Tessio Novels & Stories

The interior is contemporary in design, with its large workspace and a floor to ceiling window that offers striking views to the city skyline, and a large team space for collaboration or informal meetings. “Oh sorry!” I apologized, noticing the receptionist's side eyes. “How can I help you?” “My name is Tessy and I am here to see Mr Vitiello, I have a meeting with him.” “I am sorry ma'am, but Mr Vitiello is in a meeting, also, there isn't anywhere stated here that he was having an appointment with Miss Tessy.” “Seeing that I truly didn't have any appointment with Luca, I tried to contact him but there was no response.”

I will, Mr D'Angelo," she said assuringly and Viso turned to leave but his eyes went to the buttered toast on his plate. He picked it up and strode out with Titus. "Mr stingy," she muttered under her breath. She finished her breakfast and went to the studio. Viso had turned a small room in his house into a studio for her. She had started working on the two different fabrics and colors to make him perfect suits for his upcoming events. According to his measurements and all, the work would be done in two days. She was finishing the tuxedo designs today. "Send her to my cabin," Viso ordered the general manager of his company who told him about a woman officer and ended the call.

" I saw Tessa waiting outside , she stopped talking to a tall guy and ran to hug me. "Hey , you ." I admired her French braids, "I like what you did to your hair." "Thank you." She blushed. "You are looking sexy tonight." She touched my boobs since I was braless. I knocked her hands off. "Don't pull that gay shit on me." I jokingly warned her. Yes , Tess was bisexual , sometimes she likes boys then she switches to girls. It took her time before she could open up to me because she thought I would stay away from her because I didn't want her to throw any advances on me.

Spainal yelled at all of us as he video chat the group. "We tried but he left before_" "Vendetta I don't know you've become so weak to have been chasing a guy in a club instead of tracking down our new suspect"he shun me off and I stare Tessa. She did this?.But why? "I'm sorry but Tessa can't help with the mission she is coming back" "But why sir" "I don't want to hear anything from you case dismissed"he end the call and we all let out a sigh.

Her eyes burned with a lethal promise of revenge. "This isn't over, Katia," she whispered, her voice shaking with rage. "You think you've won because you have the documents? You don't know who you're playing with." "I know exactly who you are, Tessa," I said, my smirk widening into a cold, dangerous promise of my own. "You're a girl who drives cars for a living. I build the systems that tell you how to do it. Learn your place." Tessa turned on her heel and stormed out of the boardroom, her lawyers scrambling to follow her as the heavy double doors slammed shut.

he surmised, “I can’t wait. And the gelato and espresso? Have you ever had real Italian gelato? It’s going to change your fucking life, Soph.” We chatted about everything we wanted to see and do while we were here as our driver drove us through the countryside. We passed many beautiful pieces of architecture, and I tried to make notes of things I wanted to come back and see. This was a work trip, but we’d have downtime, and I wanted to make the most out of every second we spent here. Finally, after what felt like hours, but could have only been minutes later, we arrived at our destination: The Villa Rossi Estate. The old, crumbling Tuscan villa stood before us, almost as if it had been pluck

~Tessa- My voice was shaky. “Liv, this is Tariq. Tariq from T Fashion House. The Tariq I’ve been talking about for months!” Liv frowned, confused. “Wait, like… the fashion house? The one you recently sent an emails to?” “Yes!” Tessa shouted, half thrilled, half exasperated. “And you were casually talking to him last night like he’s just some random T!” Liv snatched the card back, staring at it properly for the first time. The embossed silver logo shimmered under the morning light. “Oh.”

Later That Night – Downtown Marcella DeRossi—every inch the rich heiress from nowhere and everywhere walked through her apartment in a silk negligee that clung to her curves like a second skin. The red hue of it matched the wine in her glass. The air was perfumed with jasmine and sex. She was a slow flame dancing through velvet smoke. The door creaked open, Giovanni. He looked exactly how she remembered arrogant, entitled, handsome in that untrustworthy kind of way. He loosened his tie and licked his lips when he saw her. “You called,” he said, his voice smooth but slurred just enough.

Noticing Violet's disinterest in any further conversation, the shopkepper went around the shop to pick a few items and when he was done, he went back to Violet was still standing. “These.. are purple and white tunics, they suit your tanned skin. I also got you nice leggings made from the best leather in Star clan.” Violet's slender fingertips glided through the fabrics and she smiled after stroking them a multiple times, “I'll take them then.” She clarified, reaching to her baggy trousers right pocket. “Violet,” a soothing voice said, bringing her to a halt. She had never heard the voice before and, Piggy definitely didn't sound like that—