- Allison's POV
"Of course! Without the seed, the land and water are useless...” He says looking around.“I'm the one who has the land, the vase, and the water, not to mention that I'm still going to carry the flower with me for months and I'm still going to have to fertilize, so I'm the one responsible, and I'm the one who's going to put the flower out, so without That would be impossible for me.” I'm just talking about looking at him.“My seed is rare!” He says and I laugh in his face.
“Rare for what reason? As far as I know, her dick isn't gold, it's made up of two balls and a stick like every man's…” I say mockingly and Oliver widens his eyes.
“Are you insinuating that I have a small dick? And still in front of the baby?” He asks shocked and I laugh even more.
“I'm not insinuating anything... just commenting on the facts...” I say laughing and he looks like he's
- Allison's POV“I'm going to have the boys' afternoon too, then I'm going to talk bad about you women and eat junk food, we're going to talk about men's issues, dad's already in, right Dad?” Oliver asks and my father-in-law is rolled over asleep.“He fell asleep...” My mother-in-law says and Oliver closes his eyes, picking up some pink nail polish.“You’re no good...” I say, laughing softly, Oliver straightens up and starts painting my father-in-law’s toenails.“Oliver prepares each one with Anton...” My mother-in-law says amusedly.I just laugh and we stay in the TV room for a long time, when my father-in-law wakes up and sees his nails he just laughs and calls Oliver a brat, he doesn't even care about his painted nails, his relationship with Oliver is beautiful to see, at least I'm going to have fun at my in-laws' house.Today is Wednesday and we are going to the hospital to see
There should be a limit to how arrogant a man can be. I swear there should be. It should be, I don't know, in the country's constitution, forbidding bosses from being so... unbearable.You know what's worse?I've been complaining about it for years, every day. I'm not exaggerating, I complain. Do I do anything to change it? No. It may seem like I'm lazy and don't love my own life, but that's not it. At least, it's not just that.The truth is that I hate change. I'm terrified when it comes to the pretty ones. My anxiety-ridden brain starts creating a thousand and two hypotheses about what could go wrong if I decide to risk giving up, so I no longer have to put up with Valentin's unpalatable personality, and I always think it's never the right time to change.Because I depend on the money.Because it could be worse.Because the bastard isn't that bad.And really, Valentin Salvatore could be worse. I'm real proof that there are much worse bosses out there, but I'm not someone who can dea
I smile when she freaks out once again, saying that her father is driving her crazy with the planning of Amanda's birthday party, which will take place in a few weeks. The little one is only going to be one year old, but the celebration is going to make the news thanks to her doting grandfather, I'm sure. Like everything else in Nat's life.When I get to my car, I throw my bag on the passenger seat and drive to the bar where I've arranged to meet Oliver, a friend with benefits with whom I've been sexually involved for a long time. He's great company, he's funny, he's intelligent, and he also eats me to my heart's content, so I've got a pretty good combo in one person.I texted him earlier, saying I was going to be late because of my executioner boss, and Oliver understood, replying that he was going to wait for me because the night was young. He probably expected me not to arrive on time, because it's not the first time I've been late for the same reason.As soon as I park a little aw
My mood was terrible the day after the chaos.I should get used to it, after all, it's not the first time it's happened. It won't be the last. What's wrong with men? Why am I always attracted to the emotional ones, when all I want is a jerk who wants the same things as me?Don't judge me. It's not that I never want to settle down, build a family, or spend the rest of my life with just one person. I want that, at some point. Just not now. Everything is too unstable in my life. Starting with my career, which isn't exactly what I planned for my future.Every worker's goal is to progress, to rise through the ranks, and to be recognized for doing what they love. And that happened to me one day. When all that was snatched away from me, I was forced to take a job as a secretary, earning a good living, but having to accept a bullying boss as a bonus. I had no experience in the field when they took me on three years ago, but my CV was excellent and they were desperate to find someone.Now I un
“I'm not risky.” That's all I can say to try and defend myself because apparently, Valentin Salvatore knows me too well for my liking. The problem is that the words come out acidic as if to prove his point.He gives a quick sideways smile, which is quite rare. He only uses it when he's not saying what he's thinking. It's usually in our healthy spats. I imagine it's something too bad to say out loud because he's not one to hold anything back. The man doesn't hesitate to fight and say how he likes things to happen around here.“There's a lot more. I could spend the rest of the day here talking about your lack of professionalism, but I'll finish with the little gifts you receive more often than is appropriate for the workplace. Flowers, giant bears, serenades...”“It's not my fault! It's not like I'm the one sending the gifts.”“But you can make sure they're not delivered here, Miss Santoro, but to your home. Your personal life generates more gossip in this company than we've had in all
Crazy.Of a long list of adjectives that can be used to describe Nicole Santoro, this one is certainly at the top. Fuck, I can’t help but think how she always manages to surprise me. For better or worse, she does.Lucky I’m quick to trim your body even holding a bouquet in one hand and the damn card in another. Leave the objects on the ground and hold the tiny woman, supporting both hands on her back and lifting her. I swear a low word because the employees started whispering to each other when they witnessed the scene.Wanting to escape the gossip, I take Nicole to my room and push the door with my shoulder to close it. I put the woman girl lying on the brown leather sofa that is in the corner. Rarely use it, because I don’t usually relax much in the office, but at least it will be useful now.Cross my arms in front of the body, while waiting for your farce to end, stopping to observe how beautiful the crazy is fucking. I’ve had my share of women throughout my forties, but I confess
I try to take the short from my head and focus on what I do best: work. I work for several hours, as always losing the time to leave. When I leave the company, it is past eleven o'clock in the evening. It’s amazing how it always seems to be behind, no matter how long I work. Sometimes I still come home and answer some emails that arrive during the night.I go to the garage and find my driver sleeping inside the car, just waiting. Knock on the window, and Lionel gets comfortable, cleaning the imaginary drool from the corner of his mouth. He gets out of the car and opens the back door for me, apologizing with a grin. I don’t blame him.As the man starts to drive towards my house, I answer some messages that I received from my mother. I already know that it will fill me with anger for the delay because it was sent in the morning, but better late than never. I answer to my younger brother too, who calls me once again so that I go out with him. Furthermore, I never accept, nor know why Tyl
Break the line of people complaining, preventing them from running into me, and see the security look at me suspiciously."To the end of the line, sir!""I came to pick up my brother, he’s giving work in there" lies easily, and he scratches his beard, thoughtful. "I’m Valentin Salvatore and I can...""The owner of LDrinks? Why didn’t you say something before? I love your drinks, man. Come on, get in!"Surprised by a guy in the middle of nowhere to recognize me, I smile in gratitude and enter. It’s not like everyone in the country knows me there. The company is only ten years old, it’s relatively new, has its fame, but I’m not famous. I sometimes appear on magazine covers and brand advertisements around, although I find it a great nonsense to have to use my image in marketing.Loud when I see that the place has more people than I imagined and get in the middle of sweaty bodies, looking for some VIP area, because I’m sure it’s where my brother is. I find out that I hit the guess when I
- Allison's POV“I'm going to have the boys' afternoon too, then I'm going to talk bad about you women and eat junk food, we're going to talk about men's issues, dad's already in, right Dad?” Oliver asks and my father-in-law is rolled over asleep.“He fell asleep...” My mother-in-law says and Oliver closes his eyes, picking up some pink nail polish.“You’re no good...” I say, laughing softly, Oliver straightens up and starts painting my father-in-law’s toenails.“Oliver prepares each one with Anton...” My mother-in-law says amusedly.I just laugh and we stay in the TV room for a long time, when my father-in-law wakes up and sees his nails he just laughs and calls Oliver a brat, he doesn't even care about his painted nails, his relationship with Oliver is beautiful to see, at least I'm going to have fun at my in-laws' house.Today is Wednesday and we are going to the hospital to see
- Allison's POV"Of course! Without the seed, the land and water are useless...” He says looking around.“I'm the one who has the land, the vase, and the water, not to mention that I'm still going to carry the flower with me for months and I'm still going to have to fertilize, so I'm the one responsible, and I'm the one who's going to put the flower out, so without That would be impossible for me.” I'm just talking about looking at him.“My seed is rare!” He says and I laugh in his face.“Rare for what reason? As far as I know, her dick isn't gold, it's made up of two balls and a stick like every man's…” I say mockingly and Oliver widens his eyes.“Are you insinuating that I have a small dick? And still in front of the baby?” He asks shocked and I laugh even more.“I'm not insinuating anything... just commenting on the facts...” I say laughing and he looks like he's
- Allison's POV“Love is my belly, I think the baby is still very small,” I say kissing his hair.“I’ll listen to Jennifer’s too,” Enrico says and puts his head on her belly.“I think our baby is farting bread too, I can hear some noises,” Enrico says and we just laugh.“Boys, the babies are still very small, I think they are the size of a bean or a little bigger, those noises you are hearing are normal from the tummy...” Mom explains.“Exactly, are these noises normal, speaking of which, do you already have a doctor? I think it would be good to make an appointment.” My mother-in-law says looking at me.“I have one, but I don’t think she’s an obstetrician,” I speak thoughtfully.“Mine is, she was the one who recommended the urologist that Enrico is undergoing treatment for, I’ll call her early tomorrow morning and schedule our appoi
- Allison's POV“Mother-in-law Allison is saying that red is tacky! She's calling the lady corny and saying that our baby won't leave the hospital wearing red clothes, since everyone knows that babies leave the hospital wearing red clothes for good luck, I left the hospital wearing red, of course, I don't remember, but the photos can prove it! Tell her that the baby is going to come out red and threaten her with the shoe.” Oliver says opening the door looking like a tantrum child, Mom is wearing a dress with red details and I can't believe he's making a fuss about the baby's clothes.“My baby will leave the hospital in white, and that’s a decided matter,” I say crossing my arms.“Mother-in-law do something! She’s trying to ruin the baby’s exit!” Oliver says accusing me.“Were the tests positive?” My mother-in-law asks, coming up behind my mother.Everyone piles in at the door and we ha
- Allison's POV“I'm so afraid of Oliver being alone as an old man, this boy would die without care. I have faith that everything will be positive, my bambino will be a daddy, I've already made a promise, if Allison is pregnant I will donate toys and clothes to an orphanage, and I will pray. Our Father...” My father-in-law says looking at me.“Dad, I won’t be alone when I’m old, Allison will be with me and I can take care of myself,” Oliver says rolling his eyes."You do not know nothing! You were going to live on fast food, but now you will have children and a wife who will take care of you, now I can die in peace.” My father-in-law says dramatically.“Nothing will die! You'll live a long time yet! I want to see my great-grandchildren being born and you will be by my side.” My mother-in-law says with a smile on her lips.“Oliver will even give me great-grandchildren, this is a miracle,
- Allison's POV“Rotten cheese! I was going to say it was a bad idea to open that, but don't worry, little one, I'm here and I'm going to throw that cheese away right now...” Oliver says kissing my hair and squeezing me.“I’m so sorry, I couldn’t have imagined that cheese would cause so much damage.” My father-in-law says guilty and I see mom whispering to my mother-in-law.“It wasn’t the cheese’s fault, they’re pregnant,” Mom says and I freeze.“Pregnant?” Dad and my father-in-law ask in unison.“Yes, both, I was already suspicious, but now I’m sure,” Mom says and I'm holding my breath.“Mom, I’m not pregnant... if I was, I’d know,” I say laughing.I mean, me? Pregnant? No, I would know, of course, I would know if I was."I might be," Jennifer says seriously and Enrico's eyes are wide.I look at Oliver w
- Allison's POV“See mother-in-law, I have my eye on her... Allison is so prominent.” Oliver says to tease me.“Me, right?” He is the one who is abused.“Yourself, but I love you, so it’s okay,” Oliver says giving me a small smile.“It’s too abused for my taste, don’t worry, you’ll see,” I say taking a good look at him.“Put more flour here, love... let's focus on the bread...” He says and I can tell he's scared.Oliver kneads the dough and we chat, when the dough is ready we let it rest a little and it made so much dough that it will make four large baguettes, so we decided to make two more types of fillings.While the dough was resting we made the fillings and when everything was ready Enrico and Oliver rolled out the dough to fill everything, we already agreed to have pizza night and Oliver is excited about the idea of him cooking.Jennifer and I washe
- Allison's POV“Hi Daddy,” I say without knowing if he's going to scold me.Dad doesn't say anything, he just walks up to me and stops in front of me.“I'm mad at you! Do you understand that it was wrong to omit what happened? How do you hide something like that Allison?” Dad says seriously.“I felt humiliated, the Lord doesn't know how embarrassing it is to know that I married a gay man, it was only when I saw that bad character with someone else that I realized how stupid I was, he always showed signs of father, but I was stupid and I didn't see ..." I explain.“It’s not humiliating to be fooled Allison, he fooled everyone! I still wonder how you had the cold blood to see what you saw and not do anything! Not to mention that you put up with that unfortunate guy chasing you and lying to me and your mother.” Dad says gesturing.“Dad, I did what I thought was best, I didn’t want to be
- Allison's POV“Lady, the bathroom bowl is blocked, we noticed it yesterday when we got to the room...” I speak with the greatest poker face in the world.“Really girl, I was going to call reception to let you know, but I was already naked and had a hard-on so we left it alone,” Oliver says holy shit.“Oliver!” I say angry.“Everything is fine, thanks for letting me know, I’ll pass the information on to the maintenance staff.” The receptionist says nice.Oliver swipes his card to pay the bill and when we leave the Motel I start to catch his attention.“Did I need to tell the woman that I was naked and had a hard-on?” I ask angrily.“I had to be realistic for her to believe us...” He says with a shrug.“You and this habit of talking about our privacy to people, soon the girl at the Motel reception will write a book telling our story based on what you