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Isabella couldn't believe Matteo was still revering his late girlfriend. Does it mean he doesn't really love her or just loves her because of Lucia? Isabella felt bad about it but also felt as though she was being selfish by just thinking of her own feelings. Perhaps whatever happened to his late girlfriend must have been traumatic and difficult for him to let go of. Isabella sighed, and she wished she could just go back and apologize for being rude to him. She was angry at the moment he told her that and couldn't think straight, so she let out whatever was on her mind.She blinked the tears off her eyes, wondering why she was even crying. It's only been a few days since they met, and she barely knows him well enough to care for him. But if she didn't care about him, it was the sex, and that made her wonder if they're ever going have sex again. Perhaps they would, because she remembered that he said there would be another day between them."Urgh," Isabella murmured bitterly. She was fr
Isabella's mother, Celina, pushed the door open forcefully and barged in."Isabella!" Celina called, and Isabella jotted up from the bed.Isabella hastily reached under her pillow and grabbed her phone. Checking the time on her phone, she gasped. It was 12:56 in the morning, and she was extremely late. "Oh my God, I'm running late!" Isabella exclaimed, leaping from the bed in haste.Celina shook her head as she watched Isabella frantically remove her dress from her body. "It's Saturday, Isabella; you don't have work." She reminded her, and Isabella tugged her dress down to her leg."It's Saturday?" Isabella requested confirmation."Of course, Isabella."Isabella walked to the bed and grabbed her phone from it. She checked the calendar on her phone and discovered today was Saturday. She doesn't work on Saturdays. ‘Wow, Time runs too fast’. She let out a sigh of relief. For a brief moment, she mistook today for Monday. "Then why did you barge into my room like that? You almost scared the
"No, Bianca, that's not what I meant. You don't get the point!""Trust me, Isabella. I know Italian men more than you do. He was only doing that for his own interest," Bianca said, rolling her eyes."Wait, are you jealous?"“Yeah, right", Bianca scoffs. "Last time I had sex with a guy like that, he dumped me the next day. So this doesn’t move me."Isabella snickered; she doubted Matteo could do that to her. "Here, look at my fingers, Bianca", she said, raising her left hand, and Bianca examined it. "Are they the same?" She asked.Bianca looked perplexed before responding, "No.""Good""Wait, what's the point?""The point is, since they are not the same, I'm not sure how mine would be the same as yours."Bianca sighed and rolled her eyes. "You sound incredibly stupid.""Yeah, I accept. At least mine treated me like a princess, and as much as it pains me to admit it, you were right when you said I needed a real cock inside, so I have to give you credit.""I'm glad you're learning, Isabe
"Obviously, or do you want to keep two relationships with two different men?" Bianca inquired, and when Isabella did not respond, she went on. "Think about it, if you're keeping two men, what if Isaiah comes to Italy and, boom! catches you with the other man?" We both know that will break him because of his obsession with you. Men are dangerous and they can wreck your life if you hurt them, so choose wisely. Either you end your sex relationship with your boss by telling him it was a mistake and shouldn't happen again because you have a boyfriend, or you tell Isaiah you're seeing someone new," she said but Isabella wasn’t convinced. "Isabella," she whispered as she rested her hand on Isabella’s shoulder. "You don't need Isaiah, you don't even need an online relationship with no close physical contact or touch. You need a real man and not an online bot," Bianca explained.Isabella sighed as she considered what Bianca had just said, and Bianca was absolutely right about it. She doesn't ne
"!!" Isabella's phone began to ring incessantly, waking her from her deep sleep. She turned to the other side of the bed, figuring that if she left the phone ringing, it would stop shortly, and it did. She sighed with relief, finding comfort in a good sleep free from the clamorous disturbances from her phone."!!!" Her phone rang again, and this time Isabella became extremely furious. She wondered who it was that wouldn't stop calling. 'It better not to be Bianca,' was her first thought before turning with drowsy eyes and reaching for her phone.Without checking her phone to see who the caller was, she swiped her thumb across the phone screen and answered the call before placing it against her ear. "Who is this? What do you want?" Isabella asked in a hoarse voice, still feeling sleepy."Aside from fucking, what other skills are you good at, you slut?" He inquired angrily, his voice so deep and frigid that it jolted Isabella out of her slumber and into a sitting position.Isabella was t
Leonardo grew irritated at Isabella for asking too many questions about Matteo. He doesn't want to be reminded that his brother slept with her without his consent. He smashed his palm against the desk in a fit of wrath, unable to tolerate the conversation any longer. "Enough with the chitty chat, you're late, slut!" He uttered, his voice filled with anger.Isabella's body jerked in shock at the abrupt change in his voice tone. "I'm… I'm sorry, sir", She stammered, her hand trembling as she approached the table. She carefully placed the tray of coffee on the table."I told you to be here before 9:00", Leonardo snapped, his gaze piercing hers with a glare.Isabella found it difficult to meet his gaze directly, feeling intimidated and scared by the intensity of his eyes. As she lowered her gaze, a thought crossed her mind. ‘Could it be that Leonardo was the one who called and not Matteo?’ The voice on the phone seemed strangely similar to his, and now she couldn't help but wonder."I need
Isabella didn't dare to say anything else. "That's what I thought," he said with pride, leaning back in his chair. "A whore who would do anything for money," Leonardo said, infuriating her.Isabella wanted to confront him, but she clinched her fist tightly. She doesn't blame him, but she does blame Matteo for enabling him to take over his office position. She took the tray of coffee off the table and walked out of the office to get him some coffee.Isabella's mind drifted back to the conversation she had with Leonardo as she made her way to the elevator. 'Did Matteo really leave, or was Leonardo just lying?’ She thought then wondered why Matteo could do this to her by leaving her here with his brother, even after what they shared that night. Since Leonardo is aware about her aware with his brother, she is sure Matteo must have told him, and they must have probably used her as a joke for being too open for Matteo to use her. They are brothers, so there is a possibility that Matteo woul
"You say, what now?" Leonardo asked, as he didn't hear her properly.Isabella took a deep breath, realizing this isn't just any other person but her boss and she could be fired for being disrespectful. If it had been another person, she would have definitely insulted them and left the place immediately. She forced a calm tone and responded, "Nothing, sir.""Clean the mess," Leonardo instructed, diverting his attention back to the computer on his desk."I will call the maid," Isabella suggested.Leonardo's anger flared up, and he turned his gaze sharply towards Isabella. "No, you clean it and be fast about it," he said, his voice becoming more hostile.‘Great! This is why I hate Mondays! It's always a bad day for me,’ Isabella grumbled to herself. "Yes, sir", she said, leaving his office to get the cleaning equipment downstairs. As she made her way out of the elevator, she spotted a cleaning tool left beside it, which led her to come across Sofia.Sofia smirked at Isabella, her gaze fli
"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