Don Antonio's POV The lingering warmth of her touch on my face, the ghost of her lips brushing against mine—it felt like a wild dream. And the memory of her emerald eyes, filled with confusion and a flicker of something more… it ignited a fire within me. A fire fueled not by fleeting lust but by something deeper, something I couldn't quite define. All night, I tossed and turned, the image of Alexa replacing the usual models in my head. The weight of my actions pressed down on me, the realization of the line I had crossed with my goddaughter. Sleep, a much-needed escape, eluded me. By the time the first sliver of dawn light peeked through the blinds, a warm excitement had settled in my stomach. The taste of Alexa's lips remained on mine even as I arrived at work the next day. I wasn't surprised about the longing feeling. After all, I have been wanting to taste those lips for as long as I could remember, so I expected it. However, what I wasn't expecting was the awkward silence tha
Alexa's POV "He was avoiding me," I muttered under my breath as I paced around the office. I had been nervous ever since I realized that my relationship with my godfather had changed. He was no longer the man I saw as my second father. He became something more after we shared that kiss. I began seeing him as someone special. I slumped back in the chair, waves of disappointment crashing over me. Why was he avoiding me? I thought. He had made the first move, and he did enjoy the kiss. I saw how his eyes had dilated when we had finally released each other. So what changed in the past few hours? Had he suddenly realized that what we were doing was wrong and that the kiss shouldn't have happened in the first place? Swallowing past a lump, I shook my desktop screen to life using the mouse and stared back at the inventory file on the screen. I should focus on work. Or rather,
Alexa's POV The screeching sound of my car tires continued reverberating in my head a few minutes after the crash. I bent my head on my steering wheel and remained in that position as I tried to regain my balance. The commotion outside continued. I could hear people screaming for someone to call 911. Someone was knocking frantically on my car window. Another one was asking if I was alright. I ignored them all. I definitely was not in the right state of mind to answer any questions. But it seems like they wouldn't let me be because the next second, someone was already pulling at the door. I had no choice but to raise my head and wind down my glass. I nodded at the middle-aged man looking at me with his curious eyes. It was a way of telling him that I was alright even without asking, since I knew that would be his next question. Regardless of my foreclosure, he went right ahead and asked me the very question I was avoiding. "Are you alright, miss?""Y-yeah. I'm fine," I answered i
Don Antonio's POV The phone call had been a shock to the system. Little Alexa in trouble with the law? It was a scenario I'd never considered. The girl I'd watched grow from an intelligent child to a stunning young woman, now entangled in a mess of her own making. My mind raced, a whirlwind of emotions and concerns swirling within me.I'd arrived at the police station feeling disoriented. I was angry at her reckless disregard for her own safety, and so worried for her well-being. But the sight of her, tear-streaked and vulnerable, deflated the anger. What remained was a deep-seated concern.Her confession, delivered in a broken whisper, painted a picture of a young woman lost and desperate. The details of the night, the near-miss, the alcohol. She was the unfortunate protagonist.I’d listened, my heart pounding in my chest. Each word she uttered was a dagger twisting in my gut. The girl I'd often seen as carefree and spirited was now a fragile being, teetering on the edge of a ridge.
Alexa's POV The demeaning look on my godfather's face told me I had messed up everything. My life. The previous relationship I had with him. The current romantic relationship I was supposed to have with him. Everything had somehow become a tangle of mess. "Answer me, little Alexa," he prompted me, "What do you mean by I was avoiding you?"I clamped my trembling lips together and looked down at my hands. "It's just this morning when I saw you… After what happened last night…""But you were the one avoiding me. You were the one acting all nervous when I came in. The awkwardness was so glaring that I decided to leave you alone."My jaw dropped at his explanation. "You thought I was avoiding you? Wait, you mean it was all a misunderstanding? But I thought you were the one avoiding me!"He chuckled, flashing me one of those dazzling smiles that got me drooling in my panties. He further intensified the heat between my legs by placing his hands on both my shoulders. I had no choice but to
Alexa's POV I couldn't believe it. Don Antonio had actually changed his mind along the way. He had switched lanes at some point and we were pulling into the parking lot of a secluded hotel. As he parked the car, I felt my body shaking from excitement about what's to come in any minute now. This was a line we'd never crossed before. It was dangerous, forbidden, and yet, it felt so right.We walked into the hotel, hand in hand. The lobby was deserted, save for a sleepy night clerk who barely glanced up from his newspaper. We took an elevator to the top floor, the air thick with anticipation.Our room was a luxurious suite, complete with a king-sized bed, a plush sitting area, and a large balcony overlooking the city lights. As I stepped inside, I felt a surge of excitement. This was it. This was the moment I'd been waiting for with him ever since I was a teenager.Don Antonio closed the door behind us and turned to face me. His eyes were filled with a smoldering intensity that sent a
Alexa's POV I paced back and forth, my mind racing. How could he have done this to me? After all we'd shared, after the passion, the intimacy, the love? He had led me on, made me believe that we had something special, only to turn around and abandon me.Rage boiled within me, a consuming fire that threatened to engulf me. I needed to let out my emotions before it consumed me, so I tore at the curtains, knocking over a vase, scattering its contents across the floor. I felt used, betrayed. How could he have played with my emotions like this? I had given him my heart, my trust, my body, and he had thrown it all away. Tears streamed down my face as I collapsed onto the bed, my body shaking with sobs. I was heartbroken, devastated. The world seemed to have shattered around me, leaving me feeling lost and alone.I replayed our conversation in my mind, searching for a glimmer of hope, a sign that maybe he was just scared, that he still loved me. But all I could find was the cold, hard trut
Alexa's POV The morning sun streamed through the window, casting a harsh light on the empty room. I groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore the pounding headache throbbing in my temples. My mouth tasted like metal, and my throat was parched. I must have drunk too much whiskey last night.As I sat up in bed, I tried to remember what had happened. I remembered feeling lost, alone, and desperate. I remembered calling Sarah, but she hadn't picked up. And then... I couldn't remember anything else.I got out of bed and stumbled over to the bathroom. As I splashed cold water on my face, I realized that I needed to get out of this hotel and trash the memories it held of me and my godfather. I packed my things quickly, my mind racing with thoughts of what to do next.I decided to pay my mom a visit at the clinic. It's been a long time since I saw her, and she was the only person I could think of who would understand what I was going through. I knew she would be there for me, no matter what.
Alexa'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