"It's not what you think Leonardo", Matteo said calmly, like he wasn’t bothered by Leonardo’s present. He furrowed his brow as he loosened his tie and began to take off his shirt, not minding if Leonardo was still standing at the door. "What do you expect me to think when I saw you kissing her?", Leonardo said, with his brow knitted. “And why are you taking off your shirt?”, He asked with a sly smile. “I need to shower”, Matteo responded as he ripped off his shirt. Isabella gasped aloud when she heard the ruffle sound of Matteo’s shirt being torn apart. She averted her gaze to Matteo who stood beside her and began to inspect his body; from his broad shoulder down to his narrow waist. She hasn't seen any man naked before except from her online boyfriend who definitely do not have the type of stunning body Matteo had. Isabella swallowed hard when she came across the full sleeve tattoo on his biceps. She couldn’t take her eyes off him as her body heated up in lust. She wanted to fe
Early in the morning, Isabella opens her eyes slightly, feeling weak and tired as she wakes up in an unfamiliar rich surrounding. She began to feel a hard headache and she placed her hand on her forehead to ease the pain. As she opens her eyes, trying to adjust to the bright light in her surroundings, she realizes that this isn't her room nor is it her house. The whole place was very luxurious and wide. She was laying on a king-size bed which also didn't felt like hers. Isabella's heart began convulsing in fear as she tried to remember how she ended up here. She couldn't remember anything, no matter how hard she tried. She felt someone breathing softly behind her and a heavy hand wrapped around her waist. She could feel a masculine body pressed against her back, it felt so strong and warming. She struggled to turn back to have a look of the person sleeping behind her and to her greatest surprise, it was a man. A fucking handsome white man that she had never came across in her en
Leonardo's gaze grew colder as he stared at Isabella with an irritated look on her face. “What’s wrong, Haven’t you seen a white man before?”, He asked coldly and she didn’t give him a respond. Isabella's head was down, looking at the ground in embarrassment just to avoid his cold gaze. She was so scared that her legs went numb and her body suddenly turned cold. Leonardo stayed calm and didn't say a word, only his eyes were able to speak how he felt about her. Hatred.... He had drunk to stupor last night just to calm his rage after Matteo had restricted him from sharing this slutty woman in front of him. He thought that Matteo did that to have her all to himself, which he believes. Although he and Matteo share everything together, the same room, the same work mostly everything but what Matteo did yesterday was unacceptable to him, all because of this low class, fat, ugly black woman. He wondered what interest his brother finds in her. She's dark and fat. He hates fat women!. He pre
The fear rising in Isabella's heart made her suddenly feel weak, knowing full well she can't overpower two men at the same time just to get away. She turned her head to face Matteo who stood at the door where he'd had come out from his room. Both he and Leonardo were staring intensely at each other's eyes as if they wanted to pick up a fight. Isabella tried to keep her head low but seeing Matteo on just his shorts and no shirt made it impossible for her. She couldn't help but admire his lower body, his strong abs and powerful body structure. Looking at the two men, she thought they were twins. Their heights are exactly the same and she felt intimidated by their towering figure standing close to her. Isabella was terrific at the sight in front of her to the extent her hands started sweating as she imagined the two men dragging her into the room against her own will just to take advantage of her. The thought of them both inserting their cock into her scared her. She haven't fucked
Isabella kept running till she got out of the house and began heading towards the big wide gate. The house was so enormous that it took her a while before she got to the gate. She forced it open and rushed outside, running for a distance before she spotted a moving vehicle on the road and a few people wandering around the corners. She stops for a moment and places her hand on her knees then stoops down a little, trying to calm her hard breathing after a long run. Isabella panted heavily as cold sweat began dripping down from her face. After escaping from those men, she felt a wisp of relief but the fear of being caught or chased by them still lingered in her heart. She felt her phone buzzing inside her pocket and immediately, she dipped her hand into her pocket to find it inside. She wondered how her phone was still in her pocket after spending a night with strangers. Her face changed to a frown and her eyes flashed in panic when she saw the name of the caller. It was her mom
Bianca closed the door behind her before moving towards the bed while Isabella sat up on the bed when she detected Bianca’s presence in her room. As soon as Bianca got into the bed with Isabella, she brought Isabella’s head down to her chest and tightly hugged her. She coaxed Isabella, stroking her unruly hair as she urged, “Let it all out”.Isabella, who couldn't control her emotions anymore, snuggled into Bianca's arm and broke down in tears.Bianca averted her gaze as she observes Isabella sobbing in her arm with a pitiful expression on her face, indicating how remorseful she must be feeling for Isabella. She really felt bad for her. Isabella had to take all those punishments from her own mother, considering that she was the one who had made Isabella gone to the bar last night. Seeing Isabella in this condition, she believed she was solely to blame, she deserve that slap for leaving Isabella behind at the bar. But where may she have gone if she couldn't find her at the bar last
She still couldn't believe all that happened back then. Everything felt like a nightmare to her, especially when she escaped from there. It was still shocking to her that they didn't care to chase after her. She wondered what games they were playing with her, but that doesn't matter anyway since she is in a safe place now. She pondered what may have happened to her if she had failed to escape. Bianca waited nervously for Isabella to speak and when Isabella hadn’t made any attempt to speak, she demanded impatiently, "I'm waiting, tell me all what happened. I want full details”. On hearing Bianca’s voice, Isabella awoke from her stupor. She cocked her head down and peered at the tiled floor. "I can't remember what happened last night because I was drunk." Bianca felt disappointed and rolled her eyes. She was looking forward to hearing what Isabella had to say. She hissed fiercely, "Not even a single thing?" She asked, and Isabella sighed in response to her question.Isabella knew Bia
"Miss Isabella Laurenza, your application to work in five-star hotel has been granted. Make sure you show up for the interview today". Bianca's eyes widened as she read what was written on the phone."Five-star hotel?!" Bianca exclaimed—she couldn't believe her eyes. How is it possible for Isabella to get accepted into one of the Italy’s largest and wealthiest hotel?Bianca knew when Isabella started looking for a job recently due to their shortage of money; Isabella needed something to do to assist her mother and also herself before starting college. Isabella had applied for jobs practically everywhere, but she was turned down just because of her low class status and in some cases, her skin color. When Isabella applied to work as a secretary in a five-star hotel a few days before, Bianca made a joke about it and laughed, saying that if she couldn't secure a job in a coffee shop, how would she get accepted into one of Italy’s largest hotel? She had mocked Isabella for being an idiot
"Please, just do anything you want with me, but don't report me to the police or expose the clip," Isabella cried out, her eyes tightly closed, hoping he hadn't hit the button.Leonardo let out a soft chuckle upon hearing her response. His smile widens as he raises an eyebrow inquisitively. "Anything I want...? With you?" he repeated, sounding intrigued by her offer."Yes!” Isabella responded sharply.“Excellent choice, Isabella," he remarks wickedly, and she opens her eyes sadly to meet his sinister gaze. "I want to fuck you, Isabella," he whispered. “Now, tell me how much you want me," Leonardo whispers with a devilish grin adorning his handsome features.“I want you, Leonardo," Isabella told him.“No," Leonardo countered, leaning in until their lips were mere inches apart.Isabella closed her eyes, uncertain about what more he desired from her.“Beg me to fuck you, Isabella," Leonardo commanded, squeezing her cheeks together tightly.“Please, fuck me Leonardo!" Isabella whispered,
Isabella eyes was fixated on the tape of Matteo engaging intimately with her. The audio continued to play, eliciting moans from the phone as the video progressed, leaving Leonardo feeling irritated and Isabella in a state of shock."Do you think I didn't know about your erotic affair with my brother?" Leonardo inquired, catching her off guard with his question. Isabella looked up, meeting his gaze, and he stared down at her. She was aware that he knew about her relationship with his brother, but what she didn't know was that Leonardo had been the one watching her and Matteo in the hallway."How could you, Leonardo?" Isabella asked, her voice filled with a mix of shock and disbelief as she attempted to snatch the phone from his hand.However, Leonardo swiftly evaded her attempt, extending his hand up and preventing her hand from reaching the phone."Oh, how could I?" Leonardo retorted, scoffing as he dipped his phone behind his pocket. "Well, why would you let my brother fuck you first
"None! Just let me go, Leonardo!" Isabella yelled at him as she tried to move away along the wall in the opposite direction.However, Leonardo promptly blocked her path by placing his other hand against the wall, thwarting her escape. "Do you think I would let you go so easily without punishing you for your mistake?" he asked, licking his lips hungrily as he stared down at her intensely."Sir, if you don't..." Isabella's voice trailed off as she struggled to speak under the weight of his penetrating gaze, which only made her feel extremely uncomfortable. "Don't even dare to scream, Isabella; the door is soundproof, so no one will hear you," Leonardo said, seemingly aware of what she might consider doing.Isabella felt a surge of fear, her stomach fluttering nervously. She couldn't comprehend why her body found something intriguing or exciting about him when he was blatantly trying to harass her inappropriately. "I'll pay for the damage. How much is it?" she asked, but Leonardo respon
Isabella's heart raced so fast with fear; she was so scared by his threat that she took two steps back, away from his reach."Leonardo, the..." Isabella begun, interrupted by his curt demand, "I don't care if the picture is yours or not! Just take off your clothing and prove it," Leonardo snapped, clearly irritated by her reluctance to comply with his command."It's not mine, Sir Leonardo," Isabella protested, tears welling up in her eyes, hoping he would believe her."Do you want me to involve the police?" Leonardo asked, raising an eyebrow with all seriousness, which caused Isabella’s eyes to widen and panic to surge through her. "I could call the police right now and sue you for attempting to seduce me," he threatened. "I've got proof, and I won't hesitate to expose you by stripping you naked in front of everyone," Leonardo asserted sternly.Isabella's whole body trembled with fear, wondering what she had gotten herself into. She questioned herself inwardly, 'Oh God, what have I do
Isabella wondered what he was asking about because she was only apologizing for coming late so he wouldn't fire her, but here he is talking about something else.“Please, what are you talking about, sir?” Isabella asked.Leonardo sighed and relaxed back on his swivel chair. It seems she doesn't understand what he meant and he needed to make it more obvious to her that he had seen the picture. "Did you think I didn't see the message?""What are you talking about?” Isabella asked to be sure what message he was talking about because she was sure she deleted the photo if it was that. “Of course I sent you the document”, She added with a nervous smile.Leonardo grew frustrated with her apparent bewilderment and snapped, "Stop pretending like you don't know, Isabella!" He asserted, causing Isabella to furrow her brows in confusion, wondering if there was something he knew that she didn't know.Judging from Isabella's continued puzzled expression, Leonardo was certain she was unaware of what
Leonardo stepped out of the elevator and hurried into his office. His erection was evidence, straining against his pants and causing him discomfort. He locked the door behind him, walked to his desk, sat down, and unlocked his phone again. It revealed in his phone that Isabella had sent the necessary documents he had requested, but the deleted photo still remained. She must have panicked after sending the photo to him. He thought.‘But what if this photo wasn't meant for me, then who was it meant for? My brother?’ He questioned inwardly. ‘It better not, because it wasn't part of the deal that he would still be involved with her’. Leonardo mumbled to himself."Fuck", Leonardo groaned, glancing down at his pants, where his cock was visibly straining the fabric. His erection had literally created a noticeable tent in his pants. The feeling was annoyingly painful, and he really needed relief. "Relax, it's just a boob photo; we're not even into boobs," Leonardo muttered to himself, attempti
"Sooo... back to business," Sofia continued, diverting her gaze to the tablet connected to the projector screen. She swiped her finger across the tablet-screen, displaying multimedia content on the projector screen for everyone to see. She began explaining further for better comprehension while the employees followed along with the visible projector screen. She proceeded to display a slideshow of graphs accompanied by pictures, saying, "We've been receiving numerous complaints about the hotel's customer service and low ratings from the customers..."Her words faded in Leonardo's ears, as he wasn't paying as much attention as the rest of the employees. He was worried that Isabella is yet to arrive at work, and it had been bothering him so much that she hadn't sent a respond to his request yet.Leonardo grabbed his phone from the table and started sending her a series of messages, expressing his frustration over her failure to send the documents he requested. Although the documents were
TWO HOURS AGO.Leonardo ended the phone-call with Isabella and entered the conference room, instantly, everyone promptly rose from their chairs to acknowledge his presence.All The employees were uniformly dressed in a white long-sleeve shirts paired with black skirts and pants, as per the prescribed dress code for the meeting. The uniform made them easily identifiable for the meeting. "Good morning, sir," the employees said in unison.However, Leonardo disregarded their greetings as he made his way to the head of the long, dark, glass-topped table, where he sat in the high-backed executive chair. His commanding presence captured the room's attention. "Get to work," he commanded brusquely, and the employees settled into the plush, cushioned chairs surrounding the table.Every chair was occupied except the one next to Leonardo, which was reserved for Isabella, the secretary."Sir..." a male employee raised his hand, requesting permission to speak, and Leonardo nodded, granting him per
The elevator beeped open before she stepped out of the elevator and entered the magnificent hallway that led to the conference room. As she walked through the hallway, she turned to look at the transparent walls beside her and caught a glimpse of the staff in the spectacular boardroom room. They were all packing up their stuff from the big table, while a few employees were already stepping out of the conference as they moved towards the elevator.It seemed to her that the meeting was over, but she needed to confirm. "Please, is the meeting over?" Isabella asked one of the employees passing by, but her query was met with a dismissive demeanor. The white lady's hurried attitude indicated she had no time for conversation."Please excuse me," the lady said, giving Isabella a light nudge before entering the elevator and departing.Something was wrong, Isabella could tell by their expressions. She quickened up her steps and arrived at the conference room’s entrance, and just as she was abou