"I want everyone to fix this stuff before your boss arrives!" I could hear Shantel commanding my staff inside my office. "See this?! They are not well-organized. I will give you till six in the evening to finish all of these!" her madam aura anchored in her voice.
I cleared my throat, earning all of them a glance at the main door. Shantel gradually turned around and met my serious face. She sauntered with grace in her one-piece white business attire, which hem was an inch above her knees, hugging all the curves she had. The beige stilettos she was wearing highlighted her flawless legs. Her brunette hair was flowing gracefully at her back. As I continued checking every inch of her, my eyes caught sight of the diamond necklace hanging on her lovely neck. Before I could talk, her hands had already wrapped around my neck, and my nostrils had my nose sniffing for a familiar perfume. "Martin, finally, you graced us with your presence, our dear boss!" she sweetly uttered. "Hmm!" I held her back to support her stance while staring at her. I had to admit she was still as beautiful as before. "I found out you dealt with some of my schedules today!" I told her about the appointment I should have had at eleven. "Oh! You mean the meeting with Mr. Vianchi?" she asked as she ambled back and turned around. "All right, what else are you waiting for?" she told the staff whom I had forgotten for a bit they were there, watching us. Their legs were shaking, and their heads were looking down the floor. They all sprinted when Shantel dismissed them. I watched her with a slight sneer as she ambled to my office and took a sealed envelope, d*mn she still had this sexiness radiating all over her. The way she picked up the paper, her head slightly angling on me, her eyes that always wore a mysterious sight, and her curves... I had no idea when I put my hand on her waist. My green orbs were fixed on her. "You should treat me to an early dinner!" she whispered, her voice tingling in my ears. I took the envelope from her and opened it. "Ahuh?! What's this?" I asked, although I already knew what she meant. With her ability in the commerce world, 100% she pulled it off... and I was right when Mr. Vianchi's thick signatures were on every piece of paper I was holding. A sight of my admiration made her giggle, and my slight peck on the curve of her neck made her gasp. "Job well done, Shantel!" my whisper made her glance at me. "Darling!" she whispered back. "Have you forgotten my nickname to you?" she asked, pouting her lips and caressing my chest. "Bellissima, remember?!" her Italian accent always sent shivers to me. Yes! Shantel had that effect on me. I cleared my throat and ambled toward my desk, releasing my hand from her waist. "All right!" I uttered and put the documents in the drawer. I glanced back at her and smiled. "A late lunch and a super early dinner it is. What are we waiting for?" I told her, making her jump and giggle like a girl. "I've booked us a reservation. I'm sure Luke already told you about it. Tesoro mio (My darling), I missed you so much!" I was taken aback when her lips suddenly met mine. The sweetness of her lips, which I tasted before Desmond's wedding was still there and f*ck myself when I said it didn't affect me. D*mn it did. Till I heard myself groaning while she deepened her kiss. Shantel was an expert on everything, especially when it came to kissing. "Hmmm! That was... great!" I stuttered after, and she just chuckled at my reaction. Avoiding her jeering look, I took my phone from my suit pocket and called Luke right away. "Get ready!" I commanded, my voice sounded a bit intense. "Boss, I am not at the company!" however, Luke answered. "What?! Where the f*ck are you?" where the h*ck did he go? "I'm trailing Miss Weasly at the moment. You told me to follow her!" sh*t, I forgot. "Boss, do I need to go back to the company?" Luke's anxious voice made me startle. "No! Keep on trailing her!" I whispered, not letting Shantel hear, and before he could respond, I hung up right away. Now, I had no choice but to drive my other car in the basement. "It's just you and me today. Luke has some matters to do!" I told Shantel and began walking to the door, but to my surprise, she didn't move an inch. I turned around only to see her pouting, and I chuckled at her reaction. "Why?!" "You forgot my nickname, Tesoro mio!" she uttered. "Oh! Miss Zaborowski, let's go!" I smiled and angled my arm so her hand could hold my elbow, yet she remained still. "Bellissima, say it, Tesoro mio!" she insisted. I was starving, and my head was still throbbing. I took a deep sigh and succumbed to her wish. "All right, bellissima, let's go now!" she immediately snaked her hand around my arm. "Hmp! You're such a tease!" her words made me raise my eyebrow. "I knew you also missed me. It shows in your kisses!" yeah! I just let her talk. I was not in the mood to argue anymore. Till we reached the basement and walked to my black Lamborghini, she didn't stop chatting. I went first to the co-pilot seat to open the door for her. "Thanks, my darling. Sei ancora dolce come prima (You're still sweet like before)" she winked and gracefully took her seat. I just wore a thin smile as my response before I gently closed the door. I was about to go to the driver's seat when my phone rang. It was Luke! "Boss, reporting!" "Go ahead!" I couldn't wait for him to tell me what my kitty was doing now. "Ahm, the thing is. She went out with that surgeon!" my jaw ticked upon hearing Luke's first sentence. "Boss, they have a date at the hotel!" "What?!" I had my pistol in my glove box and my fingers were itching to get it. I glanced inside the car and saw Shantel waiting impatiently with me. Her looks were wondering what's keeping us so long. "Which hotel?" "Boss, Intercontinental!" f*ck! I got in my car and drove flash like lightning, making Shantel release a terrifying gasp. She held the roof handle at once. "Tesoro mio, mi stai facendo venire un infarto?(My darling, are you giving me a heart attack?!)", she exclaimed in horror. I could kill someone today!Dakota POV . . "Paul, what's the occasion? Why did you suddenly invite me here? Don't tell me it's your birthday 'cause I know when your birthday is!" I snapped, making this gorgeous surgeon in front of me chuckle. "Nah! No special occasion at all. I just want to spend my time with you!" I felt butterflies in my stomach with his sweet, simple response, earning him a smile on my lips. "After eating here, how about a movie?" oh! I so loved to spend time with him. "Movie sounds great to me. Anything in your mind? I don't know the blockbuster movies these days!" I winked, my long, thick eyelashes flickered, and his adam apple bobbed at my gesture. I wasn't planning on playing cute on him, but I couldn't control myself. He's so d*mn good-looking at the moment, and I felt proud being with him now. Almost all of the ladies' eyes at the dining hall were on us, well, on him to be exact. "Fantastic! Let's see a movie then. What about Inside Out 2?" he asked while the waiter who too
My eyes were literally shut the whole drive. The f*ck this sh*t would want me to die a horrible death. He almost crashed every car on the highway, didn't even care about the honks and curses of cars and drivers around us. Thankfully, there were no authorities following us. The moment he suddenly stepped on the brakes, I let out my loudest roar at him that day. "Fottuto stronzo! Sei pazzo? (You f*cking assh*le! Are you crazy?) What do you think you're doing?" I hit his shoulder, and whatever part of his body landed my fists, but my upset look turned pale when he grabbed my hands and yelled back at me. "Basta! (Enough!)" I held my breath out of fear. "You do f*cking know well how to piss me off, Dakota Weasly. You've done this a lot before, yet I can see you never learned your lesson!" his words were sharp, I gasped in horror and cringed to my seat. Tears began to leak at the corners of my eyes. Martin was the leader of one of the scariest and biggest mafia groups in Italy. He wa
The smoke of the water was steaming hot, and the whole bathroom was fogged, but that didn't block the beautiful view that was now ambling towards me with a gaze like a hunter ready to eat me alive. "What. did. you. just. say?" he stressed every word, his lips brushing against mine. The scent of the body wash he used was so manly I could totally close my eyes and just sniff him the whole night. I gasped on that thought. My reactions made him flutter, his hand held my chin tight and forced me to stare at him. "I'm asking you, kitty. What did you just say about Florence Salvatore?" he furrowed his brows, confusion was written all over his face. "D-did you have an ... intimate relationship with her?" I was stammering, I couldn't even hear my own words. Silence engulfed the whole bathroom while Martin's baffled look was fixed on me. Suddenly, he burst out laughing, letting go of my chin and putting his hand on his stomach. This jack*ss was laughing his heart out. "What?" annoyed, I
I was appalled with what I just heard. Before, everytime we f*cked he was the one who always asked whether it was safe or not, and if it was, he would shoot his seed inside me, but if it wasn't, he would pull out and either cum to my face or let me swallow his sp*rm.But now...what the heck?!"You didn't mean to say that!" I fixed my gaze on him, but he just turned around looked annoyed and left the bathroom. I followed him outside, ignoring the truth that we're both naked. "Hey! This is not a joke. I don't wanna get impregnated by you!" and just like that, he abruptly stopped and turned back to face me, we almost collided into each other.I don't wanna get pregnant...Not just yet!I still had lots of dreams in my life that I would want to reach. At least two of them. When those dreams would come true, then I would be ready to face the life of a family woman. Be a full-fledged housewife and a mother to my child. Yes, I wanted to devote my whole time with my family someday. My little w
Martin POV..It was past six in the morning when my phone on the bedside table rang. I groaned on that loud ringing, whoever was calling me now surely had a death wish. I picked up the phone and stared at the caller ID. My still sleepy orbs blurred the fonts that were written there, so instead of looking at the caller, I put my phone near my ear."What!" my voice came out loud, forgetting that my kitten was beside me sleeping like an angel. I glanced over my shoulder to see if I woke her up. Thank goodness, she didn't even move a bit. A smile crept my lips upon seeing the long slender flawless leg wrapping around my waist and the hand that was on my chest. I felt like she secured her property with this position claiming I was hers."Boss, it's me Luke!" my mind stopped thinking about her for awhile and focused on the call. "My apologies, but it's urgent!" Luke would never call me if it wasn't urgent or something important. I was always the one calling him."Report!" I stealthily got
It took me a couple of hours to go to Safe Haven, the factory where I usually spent my time. Here, I could think well, coordinate with my men well, and focus well. It was a three-story wide building with wide parking space in front and a big cafeteria for my workers at the back. There's also some gazebo, five to be exact, where my workers and my men could take some rest during their break time.As I parked my car just in front of the main door, two of my men came rushing in to greet me. It had always been like this every time I arrived. Leon, the masculine guy and Enzo, tall and skinny, bowed upon seeing me getting off my Lamborghini."Boss! Buongiorno! (Good morning)" they both chimed in."Buongiorno!" I answered back. "Com'è andato il funzionamento dei peluche? (How's the operation of the stuffed toys?)" we spoke in Italian most of the time, for there was some confidential information we couldn't just disclose with the female workers. These workers had no idea that me, their boss, w
Dakota POV . . "A*shole!" I murmured, talking to myself while inside of an Uber. The driver shyly looked at me in the rearview mirror. "Don't mind me!" I just told him, and his eyes went back to his driving. Who would not get mad? First, he forced me to come with him. Second, he...forced me to have s*x with him. Then lastly, he left without even leaving a note. It was a good thing the assistant whose name was Lanie, helped me call an Uber for I wasn't able to charge my phone, and I didn't have time to do it this morning. "We're here!" the driver nudged my thoughts. I gave him my card and he swiped it right away. I got out of the car and strode straight to the building where my unit was. However, upon reaching the entrance, a guy, probably in his late 20s approached me. "Excuse me, miss. I'm new to New York, especially in this area. I'm looking for this flat!" he showed me a brochure of the newly built tower just two blocks away from my building. "Oh! The Sitara Tower? J
I tried to get up after about 30 minutes of that intense quickie Martin, and I did. I remembered I promised a new friend lunch and now it was too late. I charged my phone first while choosing a simple dress for a fine three-o-clock snack. Ocean blue, sleeveless turtle neck maxi dress with a side slit. At least it covered my hickeys. I took my white knee-length boots from the shoe rack and paired them with a small white purse. I gave my brunette hair some volume as it cascaded down my back. With a minimal touch of make-up and light red lipstick, I was ready to go. "Oh! Shoot!" I almost forgot my phone on the bedside table. Checking my missed calls and text messages, I gasped in horror. 50 missed calls from Martin and 10 missed calls from an unknown number. I could guess that must be Harry, and I was right for when I checked the messages, he introduced his name there. Harry: Hi, Dakota! Ahm! It's me, Harry, the Sitara guy. This is my number, by the way. Are we still ok with the lunch?
Dakota POV . . "Martin?!" Paul repeated with a question. He glanced at the door but there was no one there. "Kota, are you alright?" "Huh?! Oh! Yeah! I am absolutely alright!" Who was he to stop me? He broke up with me after everything that I had done to him. So, who was he to control me now. "Paul, let's dance!" I placed my hands on his shoulders. "Now? Where?" Paul was confused and thought I was just kidding, but when he saw my serious look, he sighed. "You mean on the first floor? Sure, you want to have fun tonight, huh?!" He smiled and intertwined my hand with his. "That's why we are here for, Paul. To have fun. Besides, we're both leaving this place soon, so let's put a lot of memories here, shall we?!" I winked at him, and he just chuckled. We both went downstairs after closing the VIP room and talked to the server to just place our order on the table. Some of the people from the other VIP rooms did the same thing. The music was at its loudest, and the cheers
Dakota POV . . "Why are you leaving? And where are you going?" He clasped my hand that was resting on the table. A sullen look laced on his face. "Dakota, is there something wrong?" "Paul, Martin and I broke up!" I confessed. I pursed my lips to restrain the tears that were about to leak. "I am going back to London. I miss my life there. Also, I want to help Warren run our business!" It was also one of the reasons why I had to go back to my country. I called Warren the other day, and we talked about it. He said he was always swamped with the tasks and responsibilities of running Liam's company, The Bailey International. Aside from having a major in fashion design, I was also interested in marketing. I had a double course when I was studying. It was a grind to the bones, but I could say it was worth it. "Well, what can I say? So, I shall see you there then!" His smile was off the roof, and I was also stunned at his response. "What do you mean? Wait, are you also going t
Dakota POV . . "Are you sure about this?" My best friend, Amy Leah, asked me for the nth time. I planned to leave New York for good. I would like to go back to London and just help my brother with the family's business. Warren was now the CEO of Bailey's Enterprise. The business company that was once led by our cousin Liam, Amy Leah's deceased husband, a long time ago. "Yes, Ams, I am very sure about it. And please don't tell your husband about my whereabouts. Although I know for sure that Martin wouldn't mind, I just want to play safe here. Desmond's family is my enemy and Martin... is one of them now!" I took a deep sigh, thinking about everything that happened in my life since I met that gorgeous-looking but as*hole mafia god. Amy Leah sighed. "I think I can't stop you anymore. I'm going to miss you, Kota. Please keep in touch, okay?!" She hugged me tight, and this time, I couldn't help but be emotional. I told myself not to cry in front of her, but I guess that wasn't e
Dakota POV . . I tried to sleep and just forgot everything that I saw that evening, but heck, who was I kidding?! I had already rolled on the bed many times, but still, my mind was wide awake. "Huh?!" I jolted on my bed and sat up, staring blankly at the darkness. There was only one dim lamp serving as my light in my room. Although there were light posts outside the villa, and they were on from the evening till the morning, the navy blue curtains were blocking them from penetrating my room. I wiped the sweat on my forehead and planned to go downstairs to get some water. I remembered I skipped dinner, and now it was past midnight. However, I couldn't feel any hunger at all. I guessed I lost my appetite because of the two annoying jackas*s in the house. Where were they now anyway?! I stealthily crept downstairs and headed to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. I was about to open the fridge when suddenly somebody clamped my mouth and hugged me from behind. I was restrained
Dakota POV . . It had been weeks since I had never spoken to Martin since I found out he also f*cked that female member of his gang. Also, it had been a week since I had never seen him in person. He was always with that Shantel. "Hello, Miss Weasly!" Mariana called me from the kitchen. "What brought you here?!" She was cutting some carrots on the island. "Drop the 'Miss Weasly' Mariana. I told you many times that you can simply call me Dakota!" I sighed, making Mariana glance at me and her face form a thin smile. I took one baby carrot and crunched it in my mouth while staring at the different vegetables on the island. "You are cooking a lot for the evening!" I shifted my glance at her. She continued chopping the baby carrots while her smile was glued on her gentle-looking face. "Don't you know? Boss will come home this evening. He told Luke about it. Luke told me to prepare his favorite!" "Hmm, I see!" Nonchalantly, I just shrugged my shoulders and sat on one of the to
Chatny POV . . The h*ll this as*hole had the nerve to insult me after f*cking me. Who did he think he was? And what the h*ck was he doing in this motel, in this place, in this countryside? I was here simply trying to escape from Shantel, who had been bossing me around. I had a great life in Italy. My job as a fashion model was doing well until my sister dragged me into this freak show she and my father started. If only she didn't have something that could blackmail me, I would never obey her. Shantel and I may be sisters, but we were water and fire. We couldn't get along. She was the businesswoman and the brain in the family, I was the cheerful, easy-go-lucky one. I was the wallflower in the Zaborowski mansion; never noticed, never cared, but always there. "Miss, we are here!" My Lady guard arrived just in time. She was with another guy, who acted as my driver and bodyguard. "Please get rid of him. Throw him outside or in the trash, I don't care!" I pointed at Yvan, w
Yvan/Harry POV . . I had been thinking about what to do with the beauty in front of me. It had been almost an hour since I came into her room, and she hadn't finished taking a shower yet. Until a devilish plan came up in my drunk thoughts. I hastily took off my clothes and entered the bathroom. Due to the sound of water, the naked lady couldn't hear me coming in. Aside from that, she was singing nonstop. It hurt my ears, but I focused on the curves in the right places, standing in front of me. I was already out of my mind, not thinking of the consequences of my actions. She would never know me, I told myself. So, before she would turn around, I had already grabbed her. I clamped her mouth with my palm and wrapped my strong hand around her flat tummy. "Hmp!" She whimpered and struggled, but I was too strong, she couldn't move at all. "Scream, and you'll die!" I whispered in her ears, and she stopped moving. "Let me taste you, my love!" I began nibbling her collarbone, the
YVAN / HARRY POV . . I had been drinking here at the bar for almost three hours now. I escaped the company of my gang for a while to bask in the glory of being alone. Since Dakota had left with Martin last week, I was a mess. I tried everything that I could do to keep myself tied up, to forget about her. However, everything seemed to be going to waste as always! "F*ck!" I roared. The people around me glanced in my direction. The bar was not the normal bar where drunk people would actually spend their time and be crazy with the ear-deafening sound of the music. This bar was different. It was quiet and only a few customers were inside. "More brandy, boss?!" The bartender asked while wiping a glass on the counter. I nodded my head and raised my index while holding an empty glass of brandy. "Here!" He poured a new glass and put it in front of me. "It's on the house!" He added, smiling. My glassy eyes smiled back at this, in my observation, teenage bartender. "Aren't you
Dakota POV . . "I'm bored!" I complained while changing the channels of the TV in the living room. I was sitting alone here on this luxurious five-seater Italian leather couch. There were three kinds of snacks on the table that were meant for my stomach, but I only tasted a bit of each. "Life of the well-off is killing me!" I whined in the air. "Miss Weasly!" Mariana called me from the entrance of the dining room. I just glanced at her, then turned the channel to a boring talk show. "Do you like to go out for a while?" She asked, excited. "Like where Mariana? Martin told me to stop going out for a while. Also, I don't want to go out with lots of people following me!" I stomped my feet on the marmoleum floor, making Mariana smile. "Then how about let's find something to do in the mansion? By the way, what is your hobby?" I lifted my head, thinking about my dead hobbies. "Hmm, aside from designing clothes, I like horseback riding and karate!" My eyes gleamed at the idea o