Marcello smashes his lips on mine in a heated exchange of breath and impatience. I return the kiss with equal fervor, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, and spreading my legs further to accommodate his weight on me. He was being careful not to smother me but I needed him everywhere. He pauses and we both take much needed breaths. When he looks into my eyes, my stomach does a violent summersault. How is it possible to be so beautiful as a man? If I thought he had dark eyes before, they were even darker now. The intensity of his darkened pools awakens something strange within me. In a breathless daze, I whisper, “ I wonder how your eyes will look from between my legs. " He smirks and I blush in horror. “ I’m so sorry. I don’t know where that came from.” I attempt to avoid his gaze due to the embarrassment I’m currently feeling but he holds me in place by my chin, with his thumb and forefinger. “ You’ve been thinking about my eyes a lot, haven’t you, Sugar?” I try and
ZARAI’m still asleep but it feels like I’m in a trance. I hear the chirping of birds from outside the window, which is strange because even though this place is surrounded by trees, I have never heard a bird sing outside my window.Soft winds pass by in a whisper, lifting the blinds around and causing them to brush my skin. There’s a halo of sunshine around my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes shut for longer. The bed feels unfamiliar but comfortable. I fumble around to get hold of the extra pillows I keep around me. I can’t sleep without surrounding myself with them. My hand makes contact with a hard, silky surface beside me. It doesn’t feel like my pillow and that’s when the alarms go off in my head.Wait a minute! My bed is positioned on the middle of the room. So, why? Did I roll of the bed in my sleep? I jump into a sitting position first without opening my eyes but a sharp pain in my side halts me . I lay back down and slowly open my eyes, slowly regaining my beari
Marcello Employees nod at me as I walk past them on my way to the elevator. My private life maybe nothing to write home about but my work life? I take that shit seriously. My blood, sweat and tears lie here , in this very building. My secretary, Amber greets me at the front door with my usual coffee order. “ What is on my schedule today, Miss Hunter?” She walks behind me, reading off my schedule as I hang up my suit jacket and settle in my chair. “ …and by 1pm, you’ll be meeting with the CEO of Crest Holdings to sign the final revised agreement.” “ Has the Legal team been duly notified?” “ Yes Sir.” “ Alright. We’ll be welcoming a new addition to the company later today. She’ll be working closely with me and the PR and Legal teams.” “ She?” I lift my head from my computer to her. “ Yes, She. Do you have a problem with that Miss Hunter?” She looks down “ No. No,Sir” “ Good. Because I do not pay you to approve or disapprove of the people I decide to work with.” “ That wasn't
ZaraGetting called ‘baby girl’ by Mr. Grumpy threw me off for a minute. It was so unexpected that I had to look away to hide the fact that I was indeed affected . It’s the first time he called me anything other than Miss Parkinson or Sugar. I hated it.Yeah Zara, keep telling yourself that. Maybe you’ll believe it someday. Have I ever told you how much my subconsciously annoys me? Well, now you know.I arrive at the conference room behind Marcello in time for the meeting. There are four other people in the room — three men and one woman, including Michael Black. It feels good to see a familiar face. The dark haired man gives me a slight smile upon sighting me and I return his smile. I guess I see what Valerie sees in him . No, she hasn’t told me about it. I just happened to pick up on her not-so-subtle reactions when ever the man’s name is mentioned.Last time at our night out, Emily had asked her if she was currently seeing any one and she was vague enough to say she was currentl
ZaraThe city is as lively as ever. Couples pass me by, donned in red and white, a symbol of the festivity in the air.It's February 14th, also known as Valentine’s day worldwide. They say it is a day for lovers to celebrate love but I call bullshit.Love does not exist. Trust me, I’ve tried searching. Over the past ten years of my life, I have been in and out of relationships but my past partners only seemed to want one thing – sex.Apparently, finding a relationship without sex in this day and age is akin to what the pastor in my mum’s local church had used to describe rich men who wanted to make it to heaven; a camel passing through the eye of a needle.My first relationship had been in High school, with a boy named Carter. He was sweet at first, buying me coffee and walking me home after school. One day after he walked me home, he asked to come in. He had made a move then, trying to get under my clothes. I had fought him ferociously , holding tightly on to the material of my flowy
ZaraA beautiful, blonde girl stands by the cash register, typing on the system in front of her. She looks up at the chime of the doorbell , eyes lighting up at the sight of Valerie. “ Hey Vee. Are you done for the night?”“ You bet I am. I brought a friend”A friend. She called me her friend. In all 26 years of my existence, I have not had any friends. I’ve always been closed off to people , except my parents and younger brother. It has never been easy for me to fit in with people. But, this woman whom I just met all of thirty minutes ago , called me her friend.“ Vee, she’s tearing up”I look up at the concerned voice of the blonde woman with tears blurring my vision.“ I’m such a mess. Pardon me”“ It’s alright babe. I know Valerie here can be a little bit overwhelming, but she’s a nice person.”“I don’t know whether to be pleased or offended “ , says Valerie, eyeing her friend playfully. The blonde girl introduces herself as Emily -Rose. Valerie goes ahead to inform her about my
MarcelloThis day couldn’t get any worse. First, the company’s stock crashes because of a fake piece of news that circulated social media this morning. Apparently, a girl “I dated” went online to say that I was an abuser and I had constantly beaten her in the short duration of our relationship.Pfft. Everyone around me knew I didn’t do relationships. It required a lot of emotional investment I simply could not afford.I have been up and about since the early hours of today, trying to shut down the rumors but it had already circulated every corner of the media. Being young, rich and popular had it’s perks but it also had it’s downsides; one of it being that when any news about you gets out, people pounce on it like bloodthirsty zombies, regardless of it’s truth status.I just concluded a meeting at the office with the PR team when my father burst into my office with murder in his eyes. My father, Hernandez Andres is who you would describe as terrifying; big build, thick brows and a con
Zara He swipes his key card and the beep of the door matches my pulse. Something tells me I’m about to make the biggest mistake of my life but my mind is made up. If my mother could see me now… I shake my head to get rid of unwanted thoughts. It’s now or never. I’m not getting any younger. Best get this out of the way. I take a deep breath and walk further into the room. I gasp. This place is…breathtaking. I have never considered my family poor but we’re not exactly rich either. This room right here screams ‘luxury’ A chandelier hangs from the center of the ceiling, tasteful furniture and pieces decorating the room. To my right, stands what looks like the kitchen island, covered in shiny black marble. The whole interior of the room is black , white and grey. A typical bachelor’s house. I sneak a peak at the man in the room. He takes off his cufflinks and unbuttons his shirt. I had not taken a good look at him earlier but standing here with him like this in this confined space, I
ZaraGetting called ‘baby girl’ by Mr. Grumpy threw me off for a minute. It was so unexpected that I had to look away to hide the fact that I was indeed affected . It’s the first time he called me anything other than Miss Parkinson or Sugar. I hated it.Yeah Zara, keep telling yourself that. Maybe you’ll believe it someday. Have I ever told you how much my subconsciously annoys me? Well, now you know.I arrive at the conference room behind Marcello in time for the meeting. There are four other people in the room — three men and one woman, including Michael Black. It feels good to see a familiar face. The dark haired man gives me a slight smile upon sighting me and I return his smile. I guess I see what Valerie sees in him . No, she hasn’t told me about it. I just happened to pick up on her not-so-subtle reactions when ever the man’s name is mentioned.Last time at our night out, Emily had asked her if she was currently seeing any one and she was vague enough to say she was currentl
Marcello Employees nod at me as I walk past them on my way to the elevator. My private life maybe nothing to write home about but my work life? I take that shit seriously. My blood, sweat and tears lie here , in this very building. My secretary, Amber greets me at the front door with my usual coffee order. “ What is on my schedule today, Miss Hunter?” She walks behind me, reading off my schedule as I hang up my suit jacket and settle in my chair. “ …and by 1pm, you’ll be meeting with the CEO of Crest Holdings to sign the final revised agreement.” “ Has the Legal team been duly notified?” “ Yes Sir.” “ Alright. We’ll be welcoming a new addition to the company later today. She’ll be working closely with me and the PR and Legal teams.” “ She?” I lift my head from my computer to her. “ Yes, She. Do you have a problem with that Miss Hunter?” She looks down “ No. No,Sir” “ Good. Because I do not pay you to approve or disapprove of the people I decide to work with.” “ That wasn't
ZARAI’m still asleep but it feels like I’m in a trance. I hear the chirping of birds from outside the window, which is strange because even though this place is surrounded by trees, I have never heard a bird sing outside my window.Soft winds pass by in a whisper, lifting the blinds around and causing them to brush my skin. There’s a halo of sunshine around my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes shut for longer. The bed feels unfamiliar but comfortable. I fumble around to get hold of the extra pillows I keep around me. I can’t sleep without surrounding myself with them. My hand makes contact with a hard, silky surface beside me. It doesn’t feel like my pillow and that’s when the alarms go off in my head.Wait a minute! My bed is positioned on the middle of the room. So, why? Did I roll of the bed in my sleep? I jump into a sitting position first without opening my eyes but a sharp pain in my side halts me . I lay back down and slowly open my eyes, slowly regaining my beari
Marcello smashes his lips on mine in a heated exchange of breath and impatience. I return the kiss with equal fervor, wrapping my arms tightly around his neck, and spreading my legs further to accommodate his weight on me. He was being careful not to smother me but I needed him everywhere. He pauses and we both take much needed breaths. When he looks into my eyes, my stomach does a violent summersault. How is it possible to be so beautiful as a man? If I thought he had dark eyes before, they were even darker now. The intensity of his darkened pools awakens something strange within me. In a breathless daze, I whisper, “ I wonder how your eyes will look from between my legs. " He smirks and I blush in horror. “ I’m so sorry. I don’t know where that came from.” I attempt to avoid his gaze due to the embarrassment I’m currently feeling but he holds me in place by my chin, with his thumb and forefinger. “ You’ve been thinking about my eyes a lot, haven’t you, Sugar?” I try and
Zara“ If you’re not being a brat,, then why do I want to spank you so bad?”My breath catches in my throat and every train of thought dissipates into thin air. “Wh…what?”He steps close and cages me between his body and the adjoining bedroom door. The heat from his body holds me in a vice grip, threatening to suffocate me if I don’t find air. But, not just any air, I want him to be the air. I crane my neck to look at him and audibly gasp at the intensity of his eyes. His eyes carry promises of things that could damn my soul and have me burning from the inside out but I don’t think I mind. He looks like he is fighting to stay in control of his instincts and for some reason , that excites me. That I am able to get Marcello Andres like this , looking feral like a prey. “ Yes, I want to spank you. When you’re being a brat, when you strut around in those skimpy night dresses that make me see red. I want to spank you until you can take it no more, until your legs are shaking benea
Marcello I expected Zara to try to pull something tonight but what I did not expect was for her to stay out so late. I’ve been calling her for the past five hours, since 7: 30 after I got home and didn’t meet her there. The housekeeper, Celine , told me that she left home in the dress I sent, so she thought she was coming to meet me.Numerous thoughts float through my head. Who is she with? What is she doing? Is she safe? I even called Carlotta , in case she went over to my parents’ just to spite me. But, Carlotta said she wasn’t with her and she had no idea where she could be. I have called her number a total of 50 times, if not more. But, each time, I am net with the constant beeping at the end of the line. After I have called her office and her parents, it suddenly dawn’s on me , whom she could be with. Her friends. But, I have no way to reach them. Then, an idea strikes me. Michael picks up on the third ring. “ You better have a good reason for calling me this late, dipshit.
ZaraAs soon as I woke up this morning , I decided that I have in fact, had enough of Marcello Andres’ annoying me. No more crying myself to sleep over frustration or trying to help him keep his image in front of the media. I’ll show him why I never act out of character.There was a bouquet of white roses outside my room when I walked out of my room this morning. There was a note inside that read: Dinner tonight, 7pm. And that was that. No apologies, no promise to shave his head if he ever offended me again.Don’t get me wrong, the gesture was indeed beautiful but it wasn’t enough to soothe all the anger I have felt in these two months. Marcello Andres is going to have to tender a proper apology to me, even if I have to watch him choke on his overinflated ego.I called the girls on my way to work and we agreed to meet up later in the evening by 7pm.***On returning from work, the first person I run into is Celine with her signature scowl. I swear I’ve never seen the woman smile, s
ZaraI throw on a pair of leggings and a large t-shirt. I almost didn’t go downstairs on Marcello’s request. I mean, who’s he to boss me around? But, my grumbling stomach became a motivation. I could quickly pop into the kitchen and grab a bite. Maybe listen to what he has to say in the process. Not that it’s important anyway.I meet him sitting in his usual position at the head of the table, surrounded by an array of mouthwatering dishes. Damn, Julio has outdone himself again. I look around the kitchen to catch a sight of him but I don’t see him anywhere. “ Julio’s not in. I sent him home early”I look around the table again. If he went home early, when was he able to make all these?“ I ordered the food”I raise my brows at him. That’s surprising.“ What’s the occasion?”“ Well, Julio told me you always wanted to try Indian dishes, so I got you some.” Julio and his big mouth.I pull the seat at the other end of the table to get as far away from Marcello as possible but he stands up
ZaraThere’s something heavy pressing down on my belly. Does my baby already weigh so much? I try to turn on to my side but the weight would not budge. I open my eyes in panic and look down at my belly, coming face to face with a mop of dark hair. My first instinct is to scream as loud as I can. So, I scream until the head of hair raises itself.“La chingada! ¿Qué onda es todo este escádalo tan temprano?” ( fuck! What is all this noise so early in the morning?)The owner of the head rises to his full height, rubbing sleep from his eyes and then he stretches in a way that has my heart beating rapidly. He’s shirtless, in nothing but the pair of slacks he had on yesterday, slightly unbuttoned. But that’s not the part that almost has me hyperventilating.It's the very large and obvious tent in his pants that has my eyes glued to him. The tent starts moving until it is right in front of me. “ I said , my eyes are up here, Sugar”That snaps me out of it. I stare at him, willing myself to