"What do you mean?" I had asked her as once again my puzzlement found its way onto my features. She glanced at me for a second, she probably didn't suspect I had heard the speech she was making with herself."I've never seen him. When I was hired, it was all Angelo's doing. Mr. Rossi always contained himself elsewhere. He was either on his floor, at his other house, or working. Maids or even Angelo himself would come down and expect his food to be ready so they could bring it up to him, but never Mr. Rossi," she explained as she continued cooking."That's strange," I muttered before my mind replayed her previous words in my head, "you said he was scarier, how so? Especially since moments ago, he wasn't doing anything scary at all."Sarah chuckled before walking over to me. She pulled herself onto the counter before looking me square in the eye. "You sure do ask a lot of questions," she laughed.Shrugging, I raised a brow, waiting for her to answer the question. My eyes followed her mo
She swung her body around the pole, slowly sliding down with her rear end in the air.Men in suits threw their money right at her, cheering her along with their foreign tongue. "Si puttana! Lavoro per me piccola!" They would shout over the course of the music [ yes, whore. Shake it for me, baby ]I looked over to Anastasia to see her smiling as she watched the girl on stage. Just then, a man walked up to her. His tattoos displayed themselves despite the suit he wore on his body. The wine-red shirt, with the black suit jacket he wore over it made him look eye-catching. He had this glint in his eyes as she looked at her. Everything about him reeked to stay away, but his looks made you want to come closer. His sharp jawline, perfectly sculpted face, and the body I knew that was just being covered by the suit."Barbie, our time will come soon, si?" He asked walking closer to her. Her body tensed up before she quickly grabbed my hand, clasping it as tight as she could."Mr. Romano, I don't
I dashed past him, running up the stairs to the second floor which Alex owns. Quickly, I slammed open my bedroom door, spotting the dress he left out for me along with shoes and a note. Biting down on my lip, I contemplated what I should do.It was a beautiful red dress, with a high slit, and a deep v-neck to expose some cleavage. The heals were simple golden stilettos. Turning towards the closet, I hurriedly and grabbed as much of the clothes as possible. My hands grabbed ahold of the suitcase, and I began throwing things inside of it. I blame it on my fear that caused the tears to fall from my eyes.Just then, Alex walked into my room with a cold look on his face until he saw me crying in the closet with a suitcase halfway full of clothes."Che cazzo, Bella?" He asked grabbing ahold of my arms and taking me out of the closet. Tears were falling from my eyes as I moved as far away from him as I could. [ what the f*ck ]"Y-you're just going to get tired of me, and then- and then you'r
- A l e x -"Valentino," I said, walking up to my brother who sat down in his office with one of his strippers perched on his lap. He let go of the fistful of her brown straight hair before turning to look at me."Fratello, a cosa devo il piacere?" Valentino spoke with a grin of mischief on his face. [Brother, to what do I owe the pleasure ]I chuckled unenthusiastically. He knew what I was here for, and he also knew my patience wasn't something to be tested. I watched as he pointed towards the door before giving her a smack on her bottom as she got up."You threatened what is mine," I stated, walking up to his desk as he leaned back in his chair."Oh, did I? I don't remember," he muttered sarcastically. "Don't test me, Valentino. You may be my brother, but you know how I feel about-""About, what? Her? She's a cute little vixen. Has this cute little virgin appeal, I can see why you're attracted. Too bad she's not my type seeing as I much prefer blondes, but I'm sure she'd make a hug
I s a b e l l a POV"Isabella, I wanted to personally apologize for my behavior. I was acting out in selfishness," Valentino spoke huskily when he found us preparing to exit out of the house doors. I noticed how Alex looked agitated as he glared at his brother."It's fine," I told him, my voice soft, not sure if I meant it or not.He gave me a beautiful jaw-dropping smile before taking my hand into his and placing a small kiss on my knuckles. "You look especially beautiful," he complimented."È abbastanza, Valentino," Alex told him, annoyance clear in his voice. [ that's enough ]"What? Sono solo gentile," Valentino responded, smirking at his own words. I moved closer to Alex after he had wrapped his arm around my waist, connecting our bodies. It was crazy how they spoke of Alex being the one all scary and mighty, when all his brother had to do was look at you for your heartbeat to exhilarate. [ I'm being nice ]"Have fun on your date," he said before finally taking his intimidatin
We pulled away, leaving me to look out of the window to see as women and men walked in looking as if they were entering a high-class ball.Insecurities began to make me feel out of place, but I shook it off the moment they began to arise. The driver opened up our limousine door before Alex stepped out with a hand outstretched for me. I immediately slipped my hand into his before he helped me step out of the vehicle.The second my heels made contact with the pavement, I let go of his hand. A smile of mine was sent to the driver as a thank you, but all he did was respond with a curt nod.He didn't allow the 'letting go of hand' thing for too long as he placed my hand on the inside of his elbow before walking us towards the front of the restaurant. The man at the front was smiling an award-winning smile until his eyes found Alex's. Immediately, his jaw dropped as his eyes widened a little."Mister, Rossi," The man greeted before ringing the bell at the front of his desk. A waiter immedi
I heard the door to the estate close, alerting me that my brother and his little girlfriend had left the house for their date. My brother was always the type to do that sort of thing-dating, marriage, having kids. I, on the other hand, preferred the better side of things money, f*cking, and having women.It didn't take me long to enter my club. The first thing that caught my eye was Barbie. She was on the pole wearing her pink plastic-like lingerie set with heels to match. From the moment I met her, I knew she would do a phenomenal job by just standing there. It was the way men seemed captivated by just her appeal-it's what captivated me."Mr. Romano," a girl purred coming up to me with a tray of glasses. She had nothing on her body except nipple coverings and a thong. I reached over and grabbed a glass of whatever drink she put out. Just as she was about to walk off, I grabbed her by her wrist. "Tell Barbie she has a private dance, VIP room," I whispered in her ear before delivering
"Don't leave now, it was just beginning to get fun," I whispered in her ear. She placed her hand on my chest as I brought her in closer to me. My hand came up and tugged at her undone bra which she quickly gasped, rushing to hold it against her chest."W-What do you want, Mr. Romano?" She asked. "It's Valentino, and I've told you what I want. Want. You," I spoke, grabbing her hands away from her bra. She tried to pull away from my hands, but I wasn't having it."I have to go," she said, trying to get up once again."See, that's the thing, Barbie. I'm supposed to be 'handling' you right now. My brother was very upset about the whole Isabella thing," I smirked, loving how her fear and nervousness looked visibly noticeable as it skyrocketed."Please don't kill me. Valentino, I promise I won't screw up anymore," she begged. My d*ck twitched at the sound of my name coming from her mouth. Her body was right against mine, her sex was just pieces of fabric away. The temptation was screaming