I am so sorry for the late update. I had exams and my days were occupied with studying for the exams but they are over now.
PIETRO GIACOMETTI I hated the noise. No matter how quiet they tried to be, they could not be quiet enough for me. I didn't just hate the noise, I hated the smiles on their faces and I hated how free they were, running around. If there was anything I wanted to do right now, I wanted to tie them all to a tree and drench them in fuel and watch them shake in fright while I played with a lighter. The children of the workers in our home. My mother was the reason they were here, she was the only one who thought it was a good idea to have a home built for all our workers, where they could live with their family. I shaded the drawing I was making. A drawing of a dying man with his toes chopped off. The inspiration for the drawing? Watching my dad chop toes off a pathetic man last night. "Who are you?" I heard the children ask in one loud voice. I raised my gaze and saw them gathered around a tree. A little girl was sitting under the tree, a drawing book in her hands too. I had never notice
(THE PRESENT)CAILY GALILEO "Two hundred thousand dollars." The words left my lips as I rested my head in my hands, my shoulders hunched. "Two hundred thousand dollars." I muttered the words over and over again like I was going crazy and I indeed was going crazy. With such debt, how would I not go crazy? Picture having the kindest aunt ever, the type of aunt who would pull you close and accept you into her life the moment you lose your parent. That was my Aunt Mandy. She would do anything for me and she had done a lot but however in the world she had slipped into the worst depression and this kind of debt while I was away for my last year of college was baffling. My Aunt was never the type to do drugs. She barely drank, even but she had met that bastard named Carlos. "Yes, Carlos!" I shot up from my seat and all eyes immediately turned to me. "Are you okay, Caily?" Trisha asked from her desk. She was my friend and coworker. "I... I am fine. I am sorry." I whispered to the othe
(THE PAST)PIETRO GIACOMETTIIt's been five years since that framed drawing of the sun and rainbow hung in my bedroom. Five years since the thoughts of that girl started occupying my head daily.Peaches was my first thought and my last thought every single day. She was still the go-happy girl she had been five years ago, she still wore that same bright smile that looked new every fucking time. And yes, she still wore perfume that had the scent of Peaches. I might have been giving her bottles of those perfume though to ensure she never changed that scent. I ran my fingers gently over the bracelet Peaches had made for my eighteenth birthday. A cute, pink bracelet that my father thought was childish. I didn't give a fuck about his opinions though. He could keep his opinions to himself.If I had gotten the bracelet from anyone else, I would probably have thought the same as my father but it was from her and I sure as hell loved the bracelet."Pietro." My father's voice boomed behind me
(THE PRESENT)PIETRO GIACOMETTI "Pretty. Pretty, Pretty Peaches." I let my fingers gently move across the screen on her latest picture I had. My Peaches was the prettiest woman in my world and in every other world that could exist. This pretty brown hair, her brows, pretty nose and pursed lips. Her face couldn't conceal how innocent she still was and I doubted if she ever wanted to conceal that. She was always happy being this innocent, pretty woman. I glanced at the time, retracting my fingers from her picture. 8:31pm. A knock came on the door of the study at that same time and I knew exactly who it was at the door. I clicked a button on the remote and the door opened with a beep. Few seconds later, Trisha walked in and stopped just before my desk. "Here it is, boss." she dropped a small ziploc bag on the table. I narrowed my eyes at the ziploc bag, a scowl forming on my face. "Used?" I asked the same question I always asked whenever it was brought to me. "Yes, she was wearin
(THE PAST)CAILY GALILEO Everyone says Pietro is a monster. Everyone here stays away from him and even my father tells me to stay away from Pietro but I can't because I don't see Pietro as a monster. Pietro is nice to me and he protects me. I would definitely have been bullied several times by the other children if it wasn't for him. It was also because of Pietro that I could attend the expensive school I was attending. My father had intended to refuse the favour but Pietro had ensured that we took it and I was more than elated to be able to go to such an expensive school. It wasn't all rosy there at first but with Pietro, everything had been settled very easily. But I wouldn't deny the fact that Pietro can be a little violent. This morning, I had been so scared when he stabbed Journie. I don't like it when Pietro gets violent but I know he would change. I believe everyone in the world can change and this negative part of Pietro can definitely change. "Here. What are you thinki
(THE PAST) PIETRO GIACOMETTI Something was wrong today. There were a lot of things I could be mistaken about but there was not a thing about Caily that I could be mistaken about. She had stepped out at exactly the time she was supposed to, she had given me those same bright smiles, she had grabbed my arm excitedly, a huge grin on her face but something wasn’t right about those smiles and about the way she grabbed my arm. Those smiles had seemed forced and her eyes had not been as bright as they always were. And the way she had grabbed my arm? And she had grabbed my arms too firmly, like she needed me to protect her urgently. “Something happened. What happened?” I questioned, my brows tightly knitted together. “Happened?” She knitted her brows too, in confusion. Feigned confusion. “Peaches, who messed with you?” I reached for her hand and held one. For a second, vulnerability flashed in her eyes but it was gone the next second, replaced by happiness and brightness. FAKE. “No
(THE PRESENT)CAILY GALILEO‘Was this right?’ That was the question I had been asking myself all day. I had visited the site through the link Trisha sent me last night and after scrolling through and shying away from what I was there to do for about an hour, I had finally sent a message.But I had grown anxious the moment I sent the message and so I had hurriedly dropped my phone and gone off to sleep right after. All throughout the day, I had not visited the site to check if I had gotten a response from the person I sent the message to. It felt wrong to do it. Felt wrong to have sent the message and it felt wrong to be hoping I get replied. The ringing of my phone made me look away from my screen; the data entry. It was Dylan, my boyfriend calling. I felt my body tense a bit, wondering over again what Dylan would think if he ever found out I was about doing this. He'd feel cheated on, wouldn't he?I picked my phone up, got on my feet and walked away from the office to avoid bother
THE PASTPIETRO GIACOMETTIHer window was open and I was standing right outside, leaning against the tree by her window side and gently twirling the knife in my hands. I had been here for about two hours already but no one had approached the house or her room. The tree I was standing underneath was quite shady and in the darkness of the night, I could not be noticed by anyone so there was no way the bastard had noticed me and decided not to come closer.The night was cold, awfully cold and I had to rub my palms together regularly to create a little bit of heat. I could choose go to my room, grab some thick clothes and get back here but a lot could happen in those few minutes and I wasn’t going to not protect what belonged to me over a cold night.Another hour passed and the cold night was starting to be more than just a cold night. There was a little drizzle of rain but not even that could deter me. I was going to spend every hour of every night here until I get the bastard.There wa
KATE ROMANS Gaining entrance into Pietro Giacometti's home was really a tough one. I had pulled all the cards I could pull but it wasn't working. The only way that worked was me coming here under the guise of the daughter of one of his businessmen who was supposed to negotiate business with him. Yet, even that had not been easy or smooth going. Pietro Giacometti had insisted that he didn't want a meetup in his home or even in his office, except with the businessman himself. It had been hard but the businessman had eventually convinced Pietro Giacometti to let me talk business with him.I didn't mind where it would be though. Home or his office. I just had to see this Pietro Giacometti and talk to him. Ask him about Dylan and ask him to release Dylan to me. I rubbed my palms together, taking another look around the living room where I was waiting for Pietro Giacometti. It was gorgeous and every inch of the place was luxury. A luxury I could not afford even if I worked harder wit
PIETRO GIACOMETTI Overwhelming such a sweet, little thing like Peaches was wrong but I didn't have so much fucking time anymore before I would have to go insane. There were just two days left before she would have to leave me according to the terms of the contract but I knew I wouldn't let her leave. I would lock her up with me and never let her go until she was drunk in love with me. I didn't want to resort to that though. I wanted her to fucking admit it before the end of those two days and even though I had to overwhelm her like this, it was still better than what I would have to do if she didn't admit her feelings in two days. I reached down for the letter she had read and ran my fingers over it gently before dropping it in the box and placing the lid on it. I walked out of the room and found Peaches sitting on the floor just beside the door. “Tesoro” I called before reaching for her and lifting her into my arms. She kept her hands over her face, clearly not wanting me to se
CAILY GALILEO I gasped softly, my hands trembling and dropping the bracelet. I shuffled myself quickly away from him. Face flushed. Heart pounding. Body slightly trembling and chest heaving up and down with every breath I took.I diverted my gaze to the floor, trying to steady my breath very unsuccessfully. It was like I was going to fall into a panic attack any second from now. I was in love with Pietro? I was…? How could that be possible? That could not be possible so what the hell was the voice inside my head telling me? Why was it telling me to quit acting like I didn't love him when I really… really didn't love Pietro?Or did I, really?Oh fuck! No!I palmed my face with both hands, my face contorting with frustration. In less than two weeks. How could I have fallen in love with a man I was so hell bent on hating in two weeks?“How could you be like this, Caily? Why do you always make the worst decisions? Why do you always make decisions that sends you farther into his life?”
CAILY GALILEO “This…” I could not believe that this was actually happening. That I was actually on a freaking yacht right now. The date or whatever this was, was going to be on a yacht! Pietro had his hand on my waist as he led me further into it.“We are going to have dinner...” He glanced at his wristwatch “In thirty minutes.” He completed his words.“But I do have a few things to show you before then.” He added. “Really? What are those?” I asked, unable to hide the excitement pumping in my veins at the moment. I was mesmerized enough already and couldn't wait to see more!“Things you were familiar with but no longer are.” He replied and I tilted my head a bit, trying to understand his words.I, however didn’t have enough time to think so much as to what exactly he was trying to mean by those words, because he turned his grip on my waist firm and led me further into the yacht. My eyes wandered the place.“This is so gorgeous, Pietro.” I grumbled.“Then you have it.” Were his nex
CAILY GALILEO “I am going back to work tomorrow.” I informed Pietro, breaking the brief silence and I watched his brows arch. “Tesoro,” he called me that again. “Don't call me that.” I whispered. I didn't need more mind messing today. “You are not going back to that place, Peaches.” he said, his voice cool and collected, but his gaze stern. “It's my life. I call the shots on my life and the contract, it doesn't take away this freedom from me.” I pointed out. “This is not about the contract, Peaches. You were hit in that fucking company!” He rubbed at his temple. “I am not going to back down like a coward because I was hit. I wasn't the one at wrong so why should I give up on my work when I wasn't wrong?” I asked him, taking steps closer to him. “You don't need that job.” he groaned, a little conclusively. “I do. I am not going to stay here all day, Pietro or just sit around without a job.” I argued with him. “You aren't going back to that fucked up place, Peaches.” He state
CAILY GALILEO It was 1pm but I still had not gotten out of bed. Clad in another shirt belonging to Pietro but this time, in my own room, I could not get out of bed. I had tried about an hour earlier but my trembling legs had been too obvious and so I had just given up and decided to remain right here in bed. My head didn't ache like I thought it would with the thoughts of self guilt, shame, embarrassment and all. Far from it, I felt a little bit at peace and if there was anything that didn't give me as much peace, it was Pietro's adamance on me telling him I loved him before he could fuck me. I didn't love him and I didn't want to ever have to love him but I loved his body and I loved his cock… Heavens….Just thinking about his cock, hard, throbbing in my mouth and throat, the musky scent of it, the way it smacked my face and the way it rubbed my pussy made me almost want to touch myself right now, regardless of how fucking sore my pussy was. “Oh please!” I shook my head lightl
KATE ROMANS “It's Pietro Giacometti.” My brows arched as I got that piece of information. “Pietro Giacometti? I think I have heard of him.” I mumbled, trying to figure out where I had heard his name, while gently tapping my foot against the hard floor underneath the table. “Heard of him?” My informant chuckled as he grabbed the bale of money, his payment, on the table. “Who doesn't know him? But then those who know him and are not in his league prefer to stay very far away from him.” He tucked the money into his bag and looked back up at me. “And we are not in his league?” I asked and my informant suddenly cackled, almost in a mocking manner. “Kate, there can be no comparison between a tiger and an ant. On a scale of one to ten, if yourself and Dylan are on one, Pietro won't be on that scale, he is breaking that scale. You are way too far from his league and I have no idea what Dylan did to have being taken away by Pietro Giacometti in person but whatever the case, you might as
PIETRO GIACOMETTI PERFECT. Right now, everything didn't just SEEM perfect. Everything WAS fucking perfect. Caily, licking my cum off her lips as her eyes looked up at me, waiting for an answer to her question. “Right… I am going to rub your pussy until you cum. And I am going to rub it so well with the cock you are so fucking obsessed with.” Her lips parted slightly, eyes widening in sheer delight. I pulled her up from her knees and held onto her waist as I lifted her to stand on her jelly feet. A hand to her waist and the other wrapping around her neck. “When next I fuck your throat, I am going to have my hand wrapped around your fucking throat and will feel the bulge each time I thrust in you.” The look of anticipation on her face grew. I took a step closer to her, pressing my body close to hers and looking down into her pretty eyes. “And when I eventually fuck your pretty, wet pussy, I am going to feel you bulge in your fucking stomach.” “Aaah” she moaned, eyes show
CAILY GALILEO “No more! No more!” I cried out, hand pushing Pietro's head down to my pussy. Yes. I was telling him to stop but I was pulling his face down to my pussy and even wrapping my legs around his head, keeping me right there. I wanted more! I was crazy to want more when I could barely lift a finger but I wanted more even though my body seemed like it could not take any more. “I… Cumming!!” And that… that was my fifth climax under the peach stars tree and under the beautiful stars. The stars watched as Pietro devoured me, his own stars. My face contorted in pleasure, my body glistening with sweat even with the cool dawn breeze. “Hmm.” Pietro pulled his face from my pussy and I just laid there, legs spread wide, arms spread out, face, red from pleasure and thighs filled with bite marks. “You are addictive, Peaches. Way too fucking addictive.” Pietro growled as he pulled off his flimsy clothing. And as my teary, lust hazy eyes journeyed down his body and reached h