The meeting dragged on, each minute an eternity. I sat there, trying to appear composed, my mind racing with the promise Mr. Rossi had made. Every glance he sent my way, every subtle touch of his hand on the table, sent a jolt of anticipation through me. His hand, though, was a constant presence, a phantom beneath the table. I could feel the heat radiating from it, and the occasional brush against my leg sent shivers up my spine. He was playing a game, taunting me with the promise of his touch.The air in the room felt thick with tension. His hand, slipped under the table, found its way to my gown, tracing the delicate fabric, and sending a jolt of electricity through me. His fingers, bold yet gentle, moved up my thigh, reaching the edge of my panties. I held my breath, my body responding involuntarily to his touch, the sensation almost unbearable. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement. I had to be careful, this was a business meeting, not a tryst. But I couldn'
The city lights shimmered outside my penthouse windows, a glittering sea of neon and glass. But I couldn't see them. My gaze was fixed on the phone, my thumb tracing the edge of my silver case. I was on the phone with one of the estate managers, the one I had a contract with for high-end properties. "Anything available?" I asked, my voice clipped, the words barely a whisper above the city's hum. "Mr. Rossi, you know I only deal with the best. Right now, I have a stunning three-bedroom penthouse in Tribeca, but it's going fast. There's also a beautiful townhouse in Greenwich Village, but that one requires a full renovation. And then there's a lovely modern apartment on the Upper West Side…"I stopped him, "Just the penthouse in Tribeca."My thumb moved to the call-end button, but I paused, my mind racing. She didn't need a penthouse, but I wanted her to have the best. I hated this. I hated how this woman, my assistant, was getting under my skin. I was supposed to be above all this,
Mr. Rossi appeared in the doorway of my office, his presence filling the small space like a tangible force. He tossed me a set of car keys, his expression unreadable. "Go wait in the car," he said, his voice as cool as the marble floor beneath my feet. I didn’t question him, just nodded and walked out, my stomach doing flips. The thought of being alone with him in his car was terrifying, exhilarating, and confusing all at once. I settled into the passenger seat, the leather cool against my skin. My eyes were drawn to the city lights twinkling outside the windows, a mesmerizing tapestry of color against the night sky. Then, I saw him, stepping out of the building. He moved with such grace, his aura radiating power and confidence. His movements were calculated, deliberate, like a predator stalking its prey. He was undeniably handsome, with chiseled features and a jawline that could cut glass.He was a man who demanded attention, and here I was, lost in my own internal turmoil. As he
A month and a half. That's all it had taken. A month and a half of navigating the labyrinthine corridors of Rossi's Enterprise, of dodging the sharp elbows and sharper tongues of the power players, of learning the unspoken rules and the even more unspoken desires. And today, Mr. Rossi wanted to see me. My heart hammered against my ribs as I knocked on his door. The sound was swallowed by the thick silence of his office, only to be followed by a gruff "Come in." My hand trembled as I pushed the door open, and the sight that met me sent a wave of heat flooding through my body.Mr. Rossi sat behind his desk, a mountain of mahogany almost as much authority as he dis. His usual crisp suit was loosened, his tie pulled loose and hanging like a forgotten promise. The top two buttons of his white shirt were undone, revealing a glimpse of tanned skin, his nice tattoos and the crisp lines of his collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up, leaving his forearms exposed, strong and tanned, the veins p
The phone buzzed on my desk, the familiar tune of Rossi's Enterprise ringing through the quiet afternoon. I picked it up, my voice calm and professional, "Rossi's Enterprise, how can I be of help to—" "Put your boss on the line," a gruff voice cut me off, the words raw and laced with a chilling edge. My hand tightened around the receiver. "Mr. Rossi is indisposed at the moment and unable to take your call. Can I take a message?" My polite refusal was met with a deafening silence, thick with unspoken menace. It stretched on, each second amplifying the pounding in my chest. When he finally spoke, his voice was low and menacingly calm, sending chills racing down my spine."Put Luca on the fucking line. Or I’ll walk into that building and put a bullet through your fucking brain, Lena Roselle fucking Vargas, as well as your boss if I so please."My blood ran cold. Each word was enunciated with chilling precision. He didn't yell, didn't need to. The quiet threat held more power than an
The wind whipped through my hair as I sat beside Mr. Rossi, watching his profile as he drove. His hands, strong and sure, held mine, one gently guiding the steering wheel, the other warm and comforting in mine. The city lights blurred into streaks of color as he navigated the familiar streets, his focus unwavering, his presence a strange mix of calming and unnerving.He was an enigma, this man, this boss, this… secret lover. I didn’t know what to call him, what to make of him. He had swept me off my feet, but I was caught in a whirlwind of confusion. Who was he? This man who smiled at the mention of a threat, a bullet aimed at both of us? This man who remained calm and collected while I was terrified, who never once flinched at the danger that had been thrown our way. My gaze drifted to his lips, the way they curved into a smirk when he spoke, the way they seemed to hold back unspoken words. I needed to know him, to understand the man that had become both my boss and my secret lover,
Mr Rossi -Luca’s chest rumbled with a satisfied sigh as he gently scooped me up from the floor. My legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and he carried me back to the bed, his touch firm yet surprisingly tender. He laid me down gently, his eyes never leaving mine, and I felt a shiver of anticipation course through me. Leaning down, he trailed a searing kiss along my collarbone, his fingers working at the clasp of my bra. It came undone with a soft click, and my breasts, still damp with his essence, spilled free. He inhaled sharply, his gaze lingering on their fullness before he shifted to cover me completely. With a swift tug, he pulled my pants down, his touch lingering on my hip, my thigh, the sensitive skin of my inner knee. He paused, his eyes fixed on the juncture between my legs, his gaze making my core throb. I felt hot and swollen, my body desperate for his touch. “Fucking beautiful” he breathed, the word a prayer against my skin. He lowered his head, his tongue tr
Watching Lena come undone beneath me was intoxicating. The way her body arched, the way her cries filled the room, the way she looked at me with pure, unadulterated desire burning in her eyes - it was a heady experience. But as good as it was, I knew I'd only just scratched the surface of what we could be. She needed more, craved more, and I was more than happy to give it to her. My gaze fell on the flickering candle, its flame dancing in the shadows. The perfect tool for a little… education. Picking it up, I let a single drop of molten wax fall onto Lena's breast. Her scream, sharp and surprised, was music to my ears. A dark smile spread across my lips as I watched the way her breath hitched, the way her nipple peaked under the gentle sting. “Principessa,” I murmured, my voice husky. “You have no idea what pleasures await you.” (Princess) I trailed the candle along her skin, watching the way she shivered, the way her eyes widened with a mixture of fear and anticipation. On her
Lena's POVAs I sat there, staring out the window, lost in thought, my heart skipped a beat. I saw someone who looked eerily like Luca. My pulse quickened, and I quickly looked away, trying to convince myself it was just a trick of the light. But the pull was too strong, and I looked back, and there he was. It was actually him.He looked...disheveled, definitely not the put-together man I was used to. His hair was slightly messy, his eyes seemed tired, but he still managed to pull off the look. He was putting on a long brown coat, the collar turned up against the cold, and he had a cap pulled low over his head. Of course, he was still in a tailored suit. He lit a cigarette and stood, his back leaning against his car, his left leg crossed over his right as he took a puff of smoke. He looked like he was waiting for someone.A jolt of pain and joy flooded through me simultaneously. Was this a ghost? I tapped Marco's hand frantically, my heart pounding in my chest. “Is that Luca?”“I gues
Lena's POVIt had been two weeks since I last saw Luca, and I was officially losing my mind. Fuck that – I was already crazy. Sleep was a luxury I couldn't afford no matter how hard I worked for it. The days blurred into a monotonous cycle of staring at the ceiling, replaying our last conversation, every moment, every look I'd shared with him and trying not to think about him. It wasn’t working. At all.A loud knock on my bedroom door startled me, snapping me out of my self-imposed trance. I dragged myself towards it, my reflection in the large bedroom mirror confirming my worst fears – I looked like I'd been dragged through a hedge backwards."You look like a fucking old witch, man," Marco said, his face contorted in disgust as he stood in the doorway. "I've been asking you for the longest time where Luca is, but you don't want to tell me. I know you know where he is. You just don't want to talk." He shook his head, a mixture of irritation and concern in his eyes.He then wrapped hi
Lena's POV"It's not really much between me and Marco. He is my boss, like usual, and I work for him. That's it, that's all," Sarah said, her tone deliberately casual."Sarah, you're not going to sit here and lie to me, definitely not," I said, my voice firm. "I saw the look in your eyes when you were around Marco yesterday. I saw the look in both your stupid eyes. You and him.""Marco and I," Sarah conceded. "Okay." She took a deep breath and continued. "If you may put it that way, you can say I'm... I'm in love with him as well."My eyes widened slightly, surprised by her candid confession."I was dead broke about six, seven years ago, and I got fired from my job as a nurse in a government hospital because of him," she continued, a hint of bitterness creeping into her voice. "I started working as a cleaner in a restaurant – well, actually, one of his restaurants. He saw and recognized me, asked me what happened, and I told him. He offered me a job as the nurse in his mafia. I was sc
Lena's POVThe sunrise crept into my room, a cruel reminder that another day had begun. Yesterday's curtains remained open, a testament to my chaotic state of mind. Sleep had been elusive; my brain relentlessly replaying the events of the past few hours. Luca… he didn't love me. Fuck no. I shook my head, wiping away at the tears that dared to spill. I'm not crying. Not today.After a while, I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the bathroom. The cool water on my face was a small comfort. The shower, hot and steamy, washed away the lingering residue of the night's turmoil. Once I was clean and dry, I indulged in a little skincare routine – a small act of self-care in the midst of the chaos. I slipped into a comfy baggy shirt and shorts and made my way downstairs.It was early, the kitchen clock read 6:40 AM. The house was still quiet. I perched on the kitchen counter, gazing out the massive window overlooking the garden. The trees were vibrant green, the flowers a riot of baby pin
Lena's POV I stirred, the car a stifling cage. I was almost attached to the door handle, the urge to escape overwhelming. I couldn’t bring myself to be near Luca. He’d rejected me. Outright rejected me. And here I was, thinking he felt the same way I did. I was in love with him. Completely, utterly, hopelessly in love. And it felt like my heart had been ripped out and stomped on. The pain was sharp, a physical wound in my chest. Why did he do all those things, say all those things, make me feel the way he did, if he knew he didn't feel it too?The ride was agonizingly long. My tears eventually subsided, replaced by a dull ache, a cold dread settling in my chest. Fuck. How could he say those things and not even apologize? Maybe he meant it. Yes, he definitely meant it. Luca never lied; he only ever said what he meant. The realization hit me like another wave of grief. If he said he didn't love me, then it was true.Finally, we arrived at the house. Luca got out of the car and sla
Lena's POVMy heart stuttered, my words hanging in the air like a broken promise. The look on Luca’s face had shifted from disbelief and delight to something far more unsettling. His features were now hardened, his eyes cold and distant. The hand that had rested on my thigh was abruptly withdrawn, leaving a chill in its wake. He turned towards me, and the expression on his face was impassive, a mask of indifference that sent shivers down my spine. “What did you just say?” he asked, his tone hard and commanding, yet strangely calm. “I-I…” I stammered, my voice catching in my throat. Why?“Lena,” he said, his voice a low growl, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. “I said, I love you,” I rushed out, the words feeling clumsy and inadequate in the face of his chilling silence. “Mmm. Excuse me,” Luca murmured, a flicker of something—anger? Confusion?—crossing his features before disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. Withou
Lena's POVThe restaurant was a dream. The walls were a swirling masterpiece of a painted dark blue or black- it was hard to tell, dark gold streaks weaving through the dark colour. Soft, warm light bathed the space, creating an intimate glow that danced on the intricately carved furniture. A gentle melody drifted from somewhere, adding to the atmosphere of refined elegance. In the center of the grand space, a water fountain shimmered, its cascading water echoing the graceful movement of the woman sculpted at its heart. She was an ethereal figure, frozen in a timeless pose, her mouth forever releasing a stream of water, a mesmerizing spectacle that felt ripped from a classic 30s film.Luca pulled back my chair with a flourish, a gesture so smooth and natural that I felt a blush creep up my cheeks. "You like it?" he asked, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. "Mmhmm. It looks so good," I murmured, settling into the plush velvet seat. Luca took the seat across from me, his smile as
Lena's POVI looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a ghost. My eyeliner and mascara were smudged, a testament to my tears, brought on by Luca's dick. I was a mess, but I was also so incredibly turned on. Luca cleaned me up, and we both returned to the room. I reapplied my eyeliner and mascara, my hand steady now. Luca zipped up my dress for me, teasing me as he did so. The dress was so fucking beautiful, it complimented my body perfectly. The low neckline made my breasts almost spill out, and Luca's gaze kept shifting from my face to my chest, his eyes burning with desire. I met his gaze, my own eyes filled with a playful challenge. I stepped into the YSL shoes he had bought me with the dress, but my legs weren't steady. "Babe?" I asked, my voice a little shaky. "Hmm," Luca responded, fixing his suit. He didn't look at me. "I don't know if I can come. I can't walk in these shoes. My legs are weak," I said, my voice a little shaky. "Lena, I'm not cancelling my first date w
Lena's POVI watched as Sarah and Marco walked out of the house, Sarah emerging from the office a few minutes after Marco. It was just me, Luca, and Raiden now and in my opinion Raiden and Luca were having a good time, actually. "Where do you think they went?" Raiden asked Luca, as they sat on the couch. "I don't know. Probably to talk," Luca replied, his voice casual. "Talk about what?" Raiden pressed, his curiosity insatiable. "Adult talk," Luca said with a smirk. "You wanna know?" I knew exactly what was going through his head and shot him a glare, but the smile on my face remained. There was a permanent smile on my face ever since Raiden finished his food and ran to Luca, who was sitting on the couch with his phone, probably dealing with company issues and stuff. Raiden was all over Luca, and Luca, from the look of it, wasn't quite sure what to do. It seemed as though he didn't like children, or maybe he didn't want to be disturbed, or maybe he just didn't know how to handle