"Isabella!” Celina yelled as she emerged into the room.Isabella sprang up from the bed into a sitting position with her heart beating when she heard her name being called. Her eyes were too heavy for her to fully open them to see her mother standing at the door. She wondered why she screamed her name so loud; does she have any idea what time it is that she's waking her up from her beauty sleep? "What is it, mom?" she asked, almost sounding angry about her mother invading her room while screaming her name aloud and disturbing her from sleep. She prayed she wasn't woken up for something stupid."Do you know what time it is?" Celina asked coldly."Of course I know, it's time to sleep," Isabella replied nonchalantly, without hesitation as she was more eager to fall back to the bed and sleep. She wondered why Celina had just burst into her room to ask her such a question. Doesn't she have a clock in her room or what? It irritates her whenever she is awakened from a deep sleep."Are you no
She ignored her interrogation and offered her the key to the room. "They are men there, just a few and their apartment need a clean-up." She said, "Remember to always focus on what you're there to do,” Sofia remarked, her hands still outstretched, waiting for Isabella to take the key."Oh... but am I the only one that is supposed to go to the room for the cleanup?" Isabella asked, feeling frightened to be cleaning a room where a bunch of men are. What if something happened to her and they were too late to save her?Sofia rolled her eyes. She knew Isabella was right; she isn't supposed to go alone to clean the room on her own since one person isn't capable of doing that. Sofia didn't care anyways; Isabella should have known what she was getting herself into when she accepted the job in the first place. Besides, who would want to seduce a fat, middle class woman like her? Thinking of it just made Sofia whole body shudder in disgust. “If you don't want it, I can give it to someone else"
Isabella focused on cleaning the glassy wall and the photo frame while the old men stared at her from behind as they engaged themselves in a deep conversation."Questo è il motivo per cui amo le donne di colore " (This is why I love black women). One of the old men moaned quietly as his cock hardened inside his pants. "Voglio scoparla; il suo culo mi fa diventare duro" ("I want to fuck her; her ass makes me grow hard")” He added."Ho sentito che donne nere tettone come lei sono molto più calde e anche molto brave a letto " (I heard busty black women like her are way hotter and also very good in bed)” the other one said, and all of them nodded in agreement."Of course," they all agreed."Mi piacerebbe assaggiare la figa di una donna di colore” (I would love to taste a black woman's pussy)" the second old man said."Mi piacerebbe scopare la sua figa” (I would love to fuck her pussy),” the third man added."Se viene qui a pulire la tavola, la prendo e la scopo subito” (If she comes here
Isabella screamed in agony and stepped on his foot, as she couldn't take it any longer.The man hissed in pain and then pushed her away from him."Ahhh!!" Isabella groaned when her chest hit hard against the door.The old men behind him let out mocking laughter. "Get her, you fool, and bring her here!" The third man demandedFear gripped Isabella's whole body as she reached forth to the door in panic and began slamming her hand against it while screaming out for help at the top of her voice, "Somebody help me, anyone."Out of anger, the man shanked forward and grabbed her by the wrist.Isabella pushed him away from her and yelled, "Don't touch me; I came for a job, not to get harassed!" She affirmed. "I'm going to report you to the boss so everyone can see what sort of stinking old man that you are!" She scowled at him.The man laughed and then moved closer to her while Isabella stepped back from him. "Even if you report us that would be the worst. We are special guest here, and we ca
Matteo walked into his office as thoughts of Leonardo filled his head; Leonardo has been acting strangely ever since he returned from the hotel yesterday. Leonardo had even refused to show up in the office today after giving out excuses to him. Leonardo had never acted this way before, and it felt dubious even when he'd lock himself in a private room and strange noises comes out of the room each time he pass-by. He would have assumed that Leonardo was masturbating, but Leonardo never masturbates; not when he could get any woman at once to fulfil his sexual desires. As he approached the table, he shoved the thought out of his mind and tried to think of something else. He placed his suit case on the desk and sat on the swivel chair, drawing the chair closer to the table before turning on the computer in front of him. When the computer switched on, he stared blankly at the screen, recalling what had happened yesterday morning. Ever since Isabella escaped from his mansion, he had
Isabella aggressively wiped the invisible stain from her lips in distaste as the second man, who was stroking her breast quickly removed his hands. The three males shook with fright and quickly dipped their cock inside their pants. The other man seated next to Isabella, placed his hand to the back of his head in horror as the gun was pointed at their direction while Ram went prone on the floor in front of Isabella to avoid being shot. The third man pulled Isabella down to him, covering himself with her body for protection and when she looked up, she noticed the man who had stopped this old-men from harassing her. Isabella glanced at the strange man, whom she had never expected to see again in her life, and her mouth dropped open as her heart sank. She examines the man with her eyes wide open to her greatest surprise, and for a brief minute she believed she was dreaming when she saw Matteo fully dressed in a black suit and long pant that radiated his power and handsomeness, giv
Matteo smirked at Ram's folly, and when he looked at them, he couldn't believe the man had the nerve to demand for Isabella to warm his bed. It was ridiculous how they could have believed he would give Isabella out to them, not now that he owned her. However, he continued his previous statement, "But over your dead body.” With all seriousness on his face. Isabella was startled out of her reverie and lifted her face up to look at Matteo when he said those words cruelly. She felt at ease being close to him and relieved that he wasn't going to sell her to those old men so they could have their evil-way with her. She averted her gaze to the old-men and smiled broadly when she saw the shock on their faces; they must be disappointed." Lei è mia, nel caso non lo sapessi." (She is mine, in case you don't know) He said and the old-men who understood what he had just said all gasped in fear. They were all doomed because they dared to touch Matteo Domenico's property. "Ricordalo sempre all'in
Isabella raised her head and glanced at him in shock. “What?” She asked again just to confirm what he had just said. Matteo’s gaze was transfixed to his wrist as he unbuttoned the hand of his suit. “Mm”, He murmured and nodded his head slightly, not noticing Isabella's eyes were blurring due to tears welling up in her eyes. After releasing the button on his wrist, he glanced at her with serious concern in his green eyes and briefly examined her face before realizing she was crying. He yearned to kiss her chubby cheek and wiped the tears from her face then comfort her by telling her that everything would be alright as long as he is here. He felt his heart ached because of her and he turned his head away, unable to look at her in the face with that expression in her eyes; why are women so weak, Matteo wondered as he hated the fact that she is weak and it’s killing him inside. Isabella's heart tightened when she realized what Matteo had just said. "But sir..." she started, her voic
"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