Hell no! was the answer Don Antonio gave his friend when he begged him to come work with his daughter. Crazy enough, that was Alexa's answer too when she learned that she would be working with her godfather. They both knew exactly what they were running away from. Alexa, a beauty with a body most women would kill to have, and most men lust after, including her godfather. She had brains too. Except that her father thought she wasn't smart enough to handle the family business. He went ahead and took away the CEO position from her, which was the one thing Alexa wanted the most. Don Antonio knew quite well that he would be playing with fire when he was asked to come work with his goddaughter, whom he was very much attracted to. But her job was on the line, and he was the only one who could save it for her. How would both of them handle the brewing dangerous passion that was about to burn them? Knowing what was at stake, would they run away from the sensual heat? Or would they allow it to consume them?
View MoreAlexa's POV I was less tense on my way to work this morning, so I decided to pay my mom a visit. It was better now that my mood was relaxed, than later in the day when Elsie might have done something to upset me. The hospital room was a burst of color, a stark contrast to the sterile white walls it used to be. I didn't want to overthink it, but it was a sign that my mom was feeling way better than she used to.She was sitting up in bed, looking surprisingly lively, engaged in a lively conversation with a handsome young doctor. He had a kind smile and a twinkle in his eyes as he listened to my mother recount her latest escapades, her voice filled with a mischievous glint. "And then," my mother was saying, "I told the nurse that her hairspray was interfering with my oxygen supply!"The doctor chuckled. "I can see why you're the most popular patient on this floor, ma'am."My mother beamed. "Oh, you flatter me, Doctor," she replied, her eyes twinkling. I cleared my throat to get thei
Don Antonio's POVThe image of Patricia, her eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and malice, haunted me throughout the night. Her words, "She still talks about you sometimes, you know. Says she misses you," echoed in my mind all through my sleep, stirring up a whirlwind of emotions. I had thought I had moved on from Isabella, from the pain of our divorce. But Patricia's words had reopened old wounds. Does she still think about me? About us?Isabella. My Isabella. We had been so young, so deeply in love. We had built a life together, a life that had shattered like a fragile vase. The memory of her tear-stained face, the pain in her eyes as she told me about the affair, still tormented me over these years. Even though we had gone our separate ways for almost two decades, the memories are still fresh like a green grass in my mind.I picked up my phone and dialed her number. It rang a few times before she answered, her voice cautious. "Isabella," I began, my voice hesitant. "It's me
Alexa's POVI paced the floor of my apartment, my phone clutched tightly in my hand. I tried calling Don Antonio again, but it went straight to voicemail. I started imagining the worst-case scenarios: an accident, a confrontation, anything. The thought of something happening to him, of losing him, was unbearable. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was my father. "Alexa," his voice was grave, "I need to speak with you.""Dad, what is it?" I asked, my voice trembling."Come to the office immediately," he said, his voice stern. "Something has come to my attention."He hung up before I could ask any questions. My mind raced. What did he know? Had Elsie gone to him? I rushed out of the apartment, feeling a surge of adrenaline. I had to get to the office to find out what was happening. As I drove, my mind raced. I tried to anticipate my father's reaction, to prepare myself for his anger, his disappointment. I knew he wouldn't approve of my relationship with my godfather, so I would have to bear
Alexa's POV The flight back to the city felt shorter than usual. I was buzzing with newfound energy, a confidence I hadn't felt in a long time. Don Antonio's insights had completely shifted my perspective. I was no longer just presenting data; I was telling a story, painting a picture of the future of the Bavarish brand.As the plane touched down, I felt a surge of adrenaline. I was ready to conquer this presentation. I was ready to show my father, and everyone else, what I was capable of in moving this company forward. It should have been me and not Elsie.The presentation went off without a hitch that morning. I was nervous at first, but as I began to speak, my confidence grew. I spoke with passion and conviction, weaving a compelling narrative that captivated the audience. I made them see reasons why my ideas and strategies would push the company to its highest peak. My father, sitting in the front row, watched me with a mixture of pride and surprise. When I finished, the room er
Alexa's POV I woke up with a jolt, the memory of the previous night's events flooding back. The intoxicating scent of jasmine still lingered in the air, a bittersweet reminder of our stolen moments. I reached for my phone to check the time, only to see a text from my father's secretary. "Reminder: Presentation on the new marketing strategy tomorrow at 10 AM. Please prepare accordingly." My heart sank. I had completely forgotten about the presentation. Panic started to set in. I scrolled through my emails, finding a trail of unanswered messages from her. I had been so caught up in the whirlwind of Santorini, in the intoxicating embrace of my forbidden love, that I had completely neglected my responsibilities. Now, I would have to face the consequences. My mind raced. What could I possibly present? How could I salvage this situation? I felt a wave of panic wash over me. I had to do something, and fast. My fingers trembled as I typed a frantic reply to my dad's secretary, apologizin
Don Antonio's POV I woke up to the sound of Alexa's soft sobs. Opening my eyes, I saw her staring at a picture, her face pale and drawn. "Little Alexa, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep. She looked at me, her eyes wide with fear. "I knew this, I knew my guts were right yesterday. Just take a look at this," she whispered, handing me the picture.I unfolded it, and my blood ran cold. It was a photograph taken at the airport showing us kissing. My heart pounded in my chest. "What the actual heck," I breathed. Alexa's sobs intensified. "What are we going to do?" she whispered. "I'm scared."I sighed and pulled her into my arms, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, love," I whispered. "We'll figure this out. I will use my connections to find out who did this. I will try my best to fix it."But the truth was, I didn't know how to fix this. This was a disaster. Our secret was out, and I had no idea who had taken the picture or what they intended to do with it. All it would
Alexa's POV The warm Santorini air enveloped us as we stepped off the plane. My godfather, ever the gentleman, took my hand in his, his touch sending a shiver of excitement down my spine. We had finally arrived at our secret getaway, a haven of romance and adventure.As we waited for our luggage, I couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration. The vibrant colors of the Santorini landscape, the sparkling Aegean Sea, the promise of a romantic escape – it all felt surreal.Suddenly, I felt a prickle of unease. I noticed a man standing a few feet away, his camera aimed in our direction. He was discreet, but I was certain he was taking our picture. "Is it just me or is that man snapping at us?" I whispered, pointing towards the man. He looked in the direction I was pointing and his face hardened. "Don't worry," he said, his voice low. "I think he is one of those lifestyle paparazzi obsessed with billionaires." But the incident left a lingering sense of unease. We had been so caught u
Alexa's POV I stood by the window, lost in thought. Don Antonio's proposal for a weekend getaway still lingered in my mind. It was tempting, exhilarating even. The idea of escaping the mundane and indulging in pure pleasure with him was incredibly alluring. It is the only thing in the world I want to do right now. But the risks were undeniable. Yet, there was a part of me that yearned for adventure, for a chance to live life to the fullest.Just to distract my thoughts, I scrolled through my social media feed. It didn't take me a while to stumble upon a TikTok video of an influencer preaching the philosophy of "YOLO" - You Only Live Once. Her words resonated with me, igniting a spark of rebellion. It's as if my phone could read my thoughts. Why should I let fear dictate my life? Why should I let others dictate my happiness? I'm still a young girl and I deserve to experience life to the fullest, to love and be loved without fear.When I returned home later that evening, I received a
Don Antonio's POV There, standing in the doorway, was none other than Alexa's personal assistant. Her eyes widened in surprise as she took in the scene before her. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I tried to scan my brain for a reasonable explanation as to why I was kissing my goddaughter.I ended up asking her what she wanted with the most serious look I could muster.She simply lowered her eyes and smiled sheepishly. "I'll just leave and come back later," she said before quickly closing the door.I turned to Alexa, who was now fumbling with her fingers furiously. "Well, that was awkward," I said to her. She chuckled. "Yeah, I guess it was. Look, I think you should go after her. You need to let her know that it isn't what she thinks.""I do not need to explain to your employee about what I was doing with you. It is none of her damn business.""Please just do it. Threaten her with her job if possible. I don't want rumors to start flying around about us."Alexa practicall
Alexa's POV Tears stung at the corners of my eyes as his words reverberated through the large office space, bouncing back to my ears. I couldn't bear the harshness, nor could I bear the man from whom those words were coming. "You're a worthless piece of shit! Just take a look at what you have caused! We lost all those millions because of you!" he screamed. "Dad…" I began. "What is it, Alexa? Are you ready to explain how these documents were signed?" he demanded, flinging the papers at my face. The tears that had stung at the corners of my eyes now clouded them, threatening to spill down my face. "I don't know anything about those papers, Dad. I wasn't the one who signed them." He snorted at my words. "But those are your damn signatures! If you weren't the one who signed them, then who did? Who freaking did?" His eyes burned with fury as he glared back at me. I had to bend my head when I could no longer stand the heat of his gaze. Just then, the office doors opened, and t...
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