Luca Alessio Giannini
The woman was a vile precarious creature.
The woman... she touched and ignited some nirvana in my bones. I am still sporting a hard-on just looking at her leaning back relaxing in my office. Doing nothing but being there.
She was fucking drinking vodka from her third hip flask like a drunkard at 11:30 all the while she pretended to scroll through her phone. But the woman head would snap and ears would perk on any voice, for anything that could be a sign of a threat.
I couldn’t pinpoint but the woman posture, her whole persona had gone through a change. I assessed her with squinted eyes, back to back without stopping typing. I haven't gotten any work done, this sexy beast was occupying my less than holy thoughts.
The girl was in a defensive position, not relaxing for a second as if she could be executed any moment now. Was
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky As I trotted outside of that suffocating inspection room, I couldn’t be grateful enough to that obnoxiously obvious hoe. She couldn’t more obvious if she had her tongue out and tail wagging. And I’m NOT threatened or jealous for that pretty, skimpy blonde having hots for him. He isn't what I would give a rat ass about. But he could be a little bit less of a douche and not ogle her ass like he didn’t just have his tongue lapping on me. The man had an infuriatingly precarious aura that stilled my functionary senses, though now I was well assured the groom was no lovesick rabid dog hell-bent for a bite. I could even tell him now but you would be a fool to let a cannibal guard your kid. My secret is only ever safe with me. Or maybe it was the alcohol in my system making me light on my feet and acutely delusional. If they are a promiscuo
Svetlana Yulia KozlovskyIt had been hectic following days, doing anything and everything that had no validity or credit at all. That bat shit crazy woman was diligent in her disruption project with an endgame to ruin my peaceful days. Luca, sure to his words, would pass by our pentagon high-security prison at the end of every day without glancing my way.Kinda annoying how he ignores me or maybe not notice me at all. But I’m sure it’s just vanity and being too invested in the role of being his fiancé diverting my interest.I figured many small and big details that can only be extracted by an insider. His secretaries though bunched for half a day here in this obnoxious pentagon they had their own teams that were seated in their respective cubicles across the halls. Gina was Tiziana sidekick, they both overtook the corporate division by the throat. Tiziana dealt with exte
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky That packed up Vodka could be peace-offering or probably one ridicule after all the other I’ve been facing for these days. I went to the couch anyway. I’m intrigued what could be the reason he had bothered after ghosting me for almost a month. I sat there further away from him. Keeping as much distance as possible. Luca kept doing his work, some charts he was reviewing. Having nothing I decided to take a look at his office. It was rather big and spacious. With a glance, I could recognize the million dollars artworks on the wall that had my eyes gleaming. If only I could forge them then steal them then sale the in black market. Stolen from under Luca nose should be advertisement enough. Everything in the office along with the great antiques told the man really had taste in what he kept around him. In art, wine, and people.
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky As I was about to stand when Luca pulled me back, making me bounce back on the couch. Somehow he had moved closer, crowding me, constricting the semblance of space I had. "Actually there is something else that I need." He murmured with his eyes fixated on my lips. He was a man and he wasn’t above grinding his mill whenever he could. But seriously?After ghosting me for almost a month. Even his real desperate fiancé wouldn’t concede. "I don’t… Umm." Before I could utter another word Luca had his lips on mine. His sour and sweetness laced pillowy mouth, not probing just tasting and licking. With his one hand on my waist and the other guiding on the back of my head. Instinctively I slid my hand on his nape pulling him closer. I should pull away. But there’s an allure to a man like Luca Giannini no man could compete, something you only ta
Svetlana Yulia KozlovskyThe next day as I entered the office building, I stilled. There was stunned silence, a hush that ell with my presence. Not one of awe but it felt like to have stemmed off of bewilderment. Not like the one before that I’m used to observing. This silence was filled with shocks and contempt. After that moment murmuring and whispers broke out.Too many voices and hushed claims I could hardly make one from another. It was early in the morning and peers hung around in the reception area and lobby everyday. Gossip went around like piñata filling but it was charged with volumes.With my head held high above these duckling’s herd I trotted to my destination. Halfway to the elevator is when I heard: ‘Slut’ ‘Corporate climber’ ‘Slept her way up’ ‘Boss’s Whore’ ‘Driver’ ‘Branded clothes&
I looked at the ground then gave out a bitter smile. All I wanted was a fuss-free months before I would sprint away without being fucked up or fucking someone over. How humorous these morons think they can bully me.But wasn't everything in that article true about me, maybe not about true about the real Sandra. But every word in the article hit home. Wasn't I a scandalous woman? Wasn't I a mean greedy bitch? I was everything vile the article claimed and more.And now..... Now an imposter too.But it hardly mattered I owned my malicious nature like skin. My eyes swept to the boy who was still lounging on the floor just to preserve his pride. He thinks I wouldn't do anything like that?! Well... I had done worse.And this little bitchy wanna-be paparazzi deserved a steaming hot lesson. The oinking pig have a lot to say I would love to hear in a one-
When I reached my floor I was greeted by shocked looks that turned into hateful glares in an instant. The entire secretariat was shunned of voices. The atmosphere turned heavy to rival a funeral. Which fast forward turned to hushed whispers, calling me names but ignoring their degration I walked forward with precise steps 'Why hasn’t she left yet, how dare she show up at all. This humiliation does not work for her?! What the hell is this woman made of?! We have to get her out of here. She is a characterless woman and we can't let this fire flare! What are is the upper management not investigating her? She’s a slut, she has to leave.' I heard it all with my mind on auto drive. While the others at secretariat station were slandering me, Mia stayed quiet and looked at me with pity. She didn’t look like an moron like Gina or Taziana, she looked like understood this office politics
Svetlana Yulia Kozlovsky Half a week passed to the event Dominic made no effort to giggle on corny jokes and braid our hairs together which firmed my belief that there was no wedding just aggravating wedding bells. Good for me and Sandra. Bred like a race horse Sandra only looked the part. Regality was a component never fated to dissolve in her dense nature. I’d collected it from all the journals and sticky notes I’ve gone through in her drawers. She wasn’t cut out for this brutal world. She was one prissy princess who wanted everything perfect and pink. But I’m skeptical a girl with such beliefs would hardly leave her journals filled with an emotional load of crap behind or maybe she was one of those whinny dramatics who wanted someone to read it after her and mourn her. With a file in front of me, I go through these obscene detail
Lana stilled all movements, even breathing, in fear she will reveal herself further. The man held the head of the chair but her sore body and hazy mind was too tired to comprehend a counter attack. She was leaped backward and er arms flail trying to take a hold of him, "Ahh!" The chair couldn't take the loss of momentum and she went rattling against the wall, blissfully though he movement stopped there . "Miserable bitch! Why don't you fucking die already?" A man lit cigarette while sneering in Russian. Her head was splitting with a headache and beside the numbness she could feel the stinging in several of her wounds. "Help me get out of here. I'll spare your life." Her confrontation was straight, she had no pretty words left to serve. The man stilled but a leering smirk too over his features. He leaped forward grabbing her hair with a savage grip. "I don't want to fucking when you have left nothing for me live by. I want you to fucking suffer like my sister did when you kille
When her eyes opened again she felt the ground shook under her. Lana shook her head o clear it but nothing helped her case, even when her her vision cleared the ground shook. She felt light headed and then she saw he vision blur once again and the view changed. Under the serene Gazebo in the spring wind a youth sat by the lake with his pen running fast solving something with astounding accuracy and speed; His pen not pausing even for once. On his desk was a timer that was ticking with five minutes and 28 seconds remaining.She floated around the boy like a ghost, everything was out of her understanding.On one side he had a young woman who looked like a maid or nanny and on the other side a man who was most probably his examiner or teacher. He was intently staring at his work like he was to end the test the instant if one step was missed or written wrong.Behind him sat a man observing him with keen ardor not missing even a single movement. He sipped his tea leisurely seeing the boy
He cut her off with a snort, "Drop the toy or I grill you beyond recognition right here." The gun wasn't going to rescue her, there was unfortunately no way around it. She was one against a dozen, even if she won, which was a high chance she won't, they would grill her with their shots She weighed er options before sliding the gun back in the car, "It's it worth. Killing me will hardly achieve anything—"His eyes were now flashing and he exhaled, "Shut up, you whore! The constant urge to feel your dirty warm blood rush through my hands has been killing me since you murdered Igor. But that Italian bastard makes you tolerable. So you are not dying right now..." It was easy to see where this was going. He planned to use her to lure out Luca. Her head snapped to Ivana who looked ather assured strangely. She gulped and exhaled, "He is not that fond of me—"Something it her in the head and she lost consciousness before she could complete her sentence.
"Sure, do so." Ivana did a loud whistle and familiar faces merged from the green heavy bushes. As the men exited with their arsenals, Lana face changed colors till she was pale with fear and awareness. At last the man that with a cane, stroking his beard with a smirk on his face emerged like a last nail in cofin. She staggered several steps backwards with as her mind registered the situation. Her Grandfather, the Head of the Kuznetsov's, was here in front of her. Her accusing tare fell on Ivanna as panic took reigns of her body. Ivana rolled her eyes at her direction of sight. It may be obvious but it was no less of a shock for her because she had always had tendencies to believe people ad limits they abide by but Ivanna, in her hate, have given her a death sentence. "Svetlana! How long has it been?" "Why are you here? " She hardly stopped her hesitation from showing. Skeptically, his face morphed into a scowl when he saw her horrified expression. Lana had always been go
Ivana waved around her gunin warning, "Now stop the drama and get out already!"After contemplating Lana got out of the car and before Ivana could she fished the gun from under the car seat then with a quick swipe of her leg Ivana gun went flying and she had her at gun point."Take the corpse and leave." Lana asserted.Ivana in return rolled her eyes and raised her hands almost mockingly. Lana stepped away from the car. But she wasn't hasty or desperate. Eventually, she would see how this plays out but blind shots weren't something Ivana did so this et up was suspicious. Telling her what Ivana want for now was like promising people because you have ulcer today, you will have ulcer till death do us apart! Ridiculous!Lana eyes wavered wildly, it didn't make sense for Ivana to be an airhead. The road was isolated except for them, both sides were covered n thick forestation. This could very well for revenge but she looked too calm with how this was playing out."Why are you doing this?"
"Hello, Cousin.""Ivana." Her lips moved and her eyes blinded in disbelief as Ivana stood here pointing the gun at her Her mind directly went to Luca ho wouldn't even know this was happening and who may never see her again. She remembered his touch... it was soothing, the softness in his gaze was something that she longed.Her eyes fell on the driver whose blood was gushing out from his corpse, "You killed an innocent man-"Ivana rolled her eyes with a cold glare, "He was an assassin tasked to kill you but he's late." It made sense, he was suspicious it apparently familiar."And FYI, it's not your first murder encounter." It wasn't. She was 16 when she first killed a man and until him, it all amount to nothing. She assumed she was frigid, or cold-blooded. The only time she had ever had fear or guilt was experiencing but nothing did it for her.P.S. as you already know I'm sick so please do with it. Regular updates soon.
The car was driving insanely fast. She hadn't even this driver before but these days she hardly paid attention to anything. You could say she was assured to the point where she didn't other.She was coming back room a meeting with Mia at a Golf Club when she slept unintentionally because of the long day. When she woke a second ago, she checked to see the driver to be a new eraon with a familiar face.Thinking nothing of it, she fished out her phone call Luca or send him her location when she couldn't find it in her clutch, where he remembered keeping it.Her breath hitched as her eyes took a look at the empty road with no living being on sight. The thumping in her heart blinded er from the surrounding.Like any child that came with a disturbing childhood, she had her demons and hated being touched, stared at or traded. She had a rough idea of what was happening. When people abducted her she could feel them penetrating her fortress of safety she had built and when they stared at her s
"Luca, I think about this often, but I would ather not say it out of embarrassment. I wonder why would you forgive me especially when wasn't even sorry." Her question as a bare whisper.Luca had been more than just a patron or benefactor. She was more useful in chains but volatile when left to the winds, and everyone who had heard of her reputation knew that. She was a wild bird, if he was wise he would have kept her locked in. But on her lowest, he had lifted her off her death bed while vultures rounded her pending corpse.And gave her respect without even shoving it in her face once. He smirked running his fingers through her hair, "I'm a man with no resolve. I'm weak when it comes to you. It wouldn't even matter if you didn't reciprocated it, you were mine the time you got out the car in front of my office."Where she had been it was a matter of times before her captors would have found a loophole in the agreement and used force to extract secrets. He pulled her close and she di
I'm sick today. You don't need to open this chapter there is just two announcements and me rambling about randoms. There are two things that I want to discuss, Firstly, the story is at its end after which I will be doing thorough editing of the script, grammar and other things. Secondly it has been a while since I posted a full, the reason being I'm sock.Please be patient, I will be back soon. The updates willl hopefully be better by tomorrow and I will be back stronger than before. Hopefully. Besides if it's Okay, it will be nice if you left me some comments or likes. I'll be thankful.