Chapter 14

(Filippo Valentini)

I look at her a little astonished, swallow the saliva, I got lost inside your soft lips, naughty tongue and warm skin. I watch her fix her hair and blouse, without looking at me, your face is all red, I think it's a mixture of anger, excitement and embarrassment.

"Or maybe you're completely wrong and this is just a little theater", my mind alerts me and in an instant, I feel apprehensive again. I take steps back away from her, I run my hand over my face in order to ease the insane fire I'm feeling, holding the crazy urge to fuck her over my table, I need to stay calm and cold.

Shit! Me, a thirty-three-year-old man, being known as the Tech Tycoon, also doing double duty as an FBI agent. Maker of weapons for mobsters, I gave in to desires so easily, bringing it into my living room! Wanting to change your position just out of jealousy! What recklessness!

Well, I thoroughly researched her life. I know that she comes from a favela in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. That her "mo