The clock is ticking, so I hurry out of the car and into the building, pep-talking myself the entire time. Out of the elevator pours a group of people around my age, probably on their way to lunch at one of the cafes peppering the business district.I’ll be one of them soon.I feel nothing but boredom at the idea. No exhilaration, no eagerness to get started.Shake it off, damn it.Once I reach the tenth floor, I step up to the desk across from the elevator doors. “I’m here to see Eric Adams. We have a twelve-thirty appointment.”Once the perky girl behind the desk announces me through her headset and offers me a seat while I wait, I take a slow look around the open, sunny reception area. People walk past, carrying folders and tablets. A couple of guys discuss last night’s baseball game while they wait for the elevator.They’ll be my coworkers in a few days. I wonder if they ever question their choices. Everybody does, I guess, but we get through it. We honor our choices, and this was
GianniWhat’s taking Caterina so long to get home from work?I know it’s irrational. One physical encounter, and now I feel like she owes me an explanation for everything. I’m being ridiculous.The past few days have pushed my self-control to its limits. The constant push-and-pull, the battle between wanting her desperately and wanting what’s best for her, has created unbearable tension between us. It’s maddening to know how easily I can influence her, and I’m fighting not to give in to the urge to have her right there on the kitchen counter whenever we cross paths.Every moment I resist only makes her occupy more of my thoughts. She’s all I can think about.Today was her first day at her new job, but there’s no reason for her to stay late. It takes half an hour to get from town at this time of night, yet the beat-up Corolla she drives is still missing.And I’m ready to rip some fucking heads off.“Roger!” My bark brings him from his smaller office across the hall in record time. “How
I glance up from the names and addresses. Roger’s stone-faced, the way he should be. This isn’t the first time we’ve had this conversation. But it is the first time we’ve had it with Caterina hiding under my desk, playing with my cock. She rubs her palm over my dick, and blinding pleasure zings through me. I can hardly breathe for wanting her mouth on me.“Possibly,” I grunt. “We can decide on that later.”“Later?” His brows furrow. “We’re talking about a lot of money. Two of them, we already gave extensions. They knew what they were doing when they borrowed—”“Enough!” I growl, my voice booming. Caterina’s touch freezes while Roger’s head snaps back. “Since when do you tell me how to manage my business? Thank you for bringing me the info I requested. That is your job. It is not your job to tell me how to handle things after that point.”“Pardon me if I’m overstepping, but any other day you would usually be halfway to the car, ready to blow some brains out if they didn’t pay up.”Cate
CaterinaMy stomach twists as I drive through the front gate, the same unease I’ve felt every night for the past few weeks. The guards let me in without question—by now, they’re accustomed to my comings and goings. They seem pleased to see me, like I belong here.Except for one person. The one I’ve barely seen since that night in his office. The one I can’t stop thinking about.As I look at the house, it seems to grow larger with each turn of the wheel. It feels like a gilded cage. I could leave any time; Dad would let me move in with him without hesitation. But that would be trading one cage for another, and at least this one offers space and freedom—though that freedom feels more like an illusion. Gianni may not interrogate me or control my every move, but his presence still looms over me. It’s all a trade-off in the end.I have the freedom to come and go as I please, so why do I always end up back here after picking up dinner? I could hang out with colleagues from the office or vis
GianniI knew there was no escaping Caterina from my mind. The near-constant self-indulgence over the past few weeks has only intensified my desire for her. No workout can distract me, no amount of pressing tasks can clear her from my thoughts.I’m overwhelmed by an almost relentless craving for her scent, the sweet taste of her skin, and the irresistible allure of her. I’d give anything to bury my face in her, my body still buzzing from a grueling gym session.Seeing her in front of me now, with that vulnerable look in her eyes, only heightens my need. The impulse to take her in my arms and reacquaint myself with her is nearly uncontrollable.Watching her on the security feed is agonizing—painful to see her without touching her. It’s a desperate fix. Often, I find myself resorting to the sight of her getting in and out of her car, needing that visual to relieve the tension.It’s a miserable situation, but it’s my reality. Every instinct drives me to go to her, to touch her, to hear h
CaterinaMy coworker, Josh, lifts his beer in my direction while we stand around the bar. “To the end of your first month. You survived.”I lift my glass along with everybody else, laughing a little, even if the unhappy thought of Gianni is always close to the front of my mind. How he hates me, wants to hurt me, can’t stand the sight of me, and how I stupidly still want him.“You make it sound like there was ever any doubt,” I joke, forcing a smile while trying to push thoughts of him aside.I wasn’t sure at first whether I wanted to come out for Friday's happy hour. I was afraid of what would happen if I got home, and he was waiting for me, demanding to know where I went. But I’d already turned them down so many times.Now I’m glad I said yes. I needed this. It’s like stepping out of a cave and into the sunshine. The warmth of the sun feels good on my skin.Without the nagging feeling I’m being watched hanging over me, I can even enjoy myself while sitting in the same club where Luci
He gives me a shove, sending me toward the stairs. I take hold of the railing and turn in time to find him swinging a hinged bar into place, which I guess serves as a way of keeping outsiders from opening the door. “You weren’t flirting? Laughing at that asshole’s jokes? Why did you hang around the bar when your friends were dancing?”I can’t keep track of everything coming at me at once. There’s only one thought that rings out in my overwhelmed mind.He was watching. My intuition was right.“Go up the stairs.” His jaw works, his words grunted through clenched teeth. “Now.”Instinct tells me to move my ass, but I wonder what would happen if I didn’t. Would he throw me over his shoulder and carry me up the stairs? I wish the idea wasn’t so appealing.This is a very dangerous man, but right now, the only danger is slipping on what’s soaking through my panties.At the top of the stairs is the office I imagined sitting behind the tinted window. It’s sleek and masculine, with a large desk
GianniResisting Caterina feels as fundamental as resisting the need to breathe. Her presence is a liability in my shadowy world, and despite my deep craving for her, I must hold back. I’m acutely aware of the danger she represents, yet I can’t escape her pull.Repeatedly, I’ve come close to letting her have the power to tear me apart. I know that if this continues, she’ll wound me so deeply that I’ll bleed out emotionally. She holds the power to destroy not just me, but my life and everything I’ve built. I’m convinced of how this will end: I’ll end up destroying her.Despite this, our path seems unavoidable. No obstacle we put between us can alter our trajectory. The moment I saw her—engaging with friends, flirting with another man, laughing at his jokes—the truth of our connection became undeniable, overshadowing everything else.Even though I’m strong, I refuse to let anyone else have her. She’s meant to be mine, and that realization drove me to abandon all restraint. I stormed out