2. Language!

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~FIONA CARLSON~

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I started awake, my eyes accommodating to the bright familiar ceiling of my bedroom and feeling the wetness in my core.

Phew. It was a dream.

A freaky, inappropriate, horny dream. But it's still just a dream.

Just imagine how bad it would have been if I had actually did all that I had did in my dream with Dante Russo.

Suddenly, I felt a pain shoot from my right nipple and I yelped, looking down at it.

A large broad hand rested on top of it, the fingers coated in sticky fluid.

My eyes widened as I turned to the owner of the said hand.

Midnight black pools of ink stared into my soul and I felt my whole world come to a standstill.

It was not a dream.

Dante Russo was in bed naked with me.

"Mr. Russo..."

He moved so quickly that I did not have time to complete my sentence.

His bulging, tortuous cock was at my entrance.

"You don't get to call me Mr. Russo after screaming my name all night yesterday."

If I had thought his normal voice was sexy, then I was cwrong. His morning voice was the kind that could bring a woman to spontaneous orgasm.

"I am going to enter you now." He informed.

I opened my mouth to protest but couldn't bring myself to. He waited patiently, but as soon as I nodded, he plunged himself all the way inside.

I let out a gasp which he swallowed with his mouth as he thrusted into me fast and deep. And he kept thrusting mercilessly.

I had the worst headache in the world and my mind was entirely blank but that did not stop my mind from registering the fact that sex with him was the best that I had in my life.

This wasn't good.

This was so bad.

This could only end in a disaster.

But I was going to enjoy the moment.

And what a moment this was!

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Mr. Russo... Dante... He made sure I called him just that in the last two hours that he had been here before he got an urgent call and had to leave.

Before leaving, he took me in his arms and sucked all the oxygen out of my lungs in a kiss after reinforcing that I call him Dante henceforth.

Why? I do not know.

What changed?

We had sex... multiple times but on one occasion. And I planned to keep it to this single occasion. Did he have other plans?

If yes, why? He could have any woman he wanted.

Why would he want to be with plain old boring Fiona?

I was the girl the entire office completely avoided because I was just so boring. I find nothing wrong with boring.

I had lived my life extravagantly till college. That was when my father's company went under and he got arrested.

My life got demoted pretty harshly after that.

My Dad committed suicide in prison.

Our mother had never been in the picture. She had left my father when he was struggling and when he built the company and she tried to make a come back, he had turned her away. It all turned out for the best for her because the company went under anyway, so I am sure somewhere she is grateful to her stars for the disaster from which she had been saved.

So it left twenty-six-year-old me and my fifteen-year-old sister Remiza to fend for ourselves. My girl was a genius, a kick-boxer and an artist. She was the golden child but one without parents to cheer her own, so I took on that role.

Shit!

What if Mazy had been here?

What was I thinking?

"Why do you have that look on your face?"

And my sister was back from her sleepover.

"Nothing."

"You got laid!" She pointed her finger at me accusingly as if I had committed some grave sin.

"A girl needs to blow off some steam sometimes." I shrugged nonchalantly. I always tried to be as grown-up and mature as I could be with my sister.

She needed that sort of figure in her life. And we had a age difference of eleven years.

But I was still her sister. And she refused to see me as an adult figure unless something official was involved.

"Was he hot?" She was hopping on the spot, more excited than me that I got laid. "Did he smell good? Did you bring him here? Eww gross, I am not going into your bedroom until you change sheets."

"He's my boss." I blurted out.

"WHAT?" My sister dropped her sleepover bag and flew across the room to be by my side. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"Language." I glared at her.

She bit her tongue and mouthed a sorry before continuing to bombard me with questions.

"Boss as in some other boss or the boss? As in the CEO? The Dante Russo? Billionaire hotness, most eligible bachelor in the West Coast and Italy Dante Russo? You slept with him?"

"Yeah, it happened. I don't know how it did. I bumped into Dante at the club and-"

"DANTE? Didn't you used to call him Mr. Russo? When did this escalate to first name basis? Are you guys like dating right now? Is this the first time you both have fucked?"

"Language!"

"Sorry sorry. Just answer me!" She was practically a bunny at this point. And I gave her all the PG-13 details I could give her.

"So he wants to see you again." She grinned.

"I suppose we will be seeing each other since we work in the same office and I am his personal assistant."

"You can personally assist in many ways now." She winked at me only to recieve a smack on the head. "Oww..!"

"If anyone at the office finds out, I will have to listen to these taunts for the rest of my stint there." I whined miserably. Why had I not thought of all these consequences before?

"Oh well, then make sure that no one ever finds out." She shrugged.

Oh to be fifteen and so carefree.

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