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Please, Mr Giordano Nineteen
Lucien.The way she stares, I knew she found my words intimidating.I don't, not even the slightest intend to touch her. I just wanted her to know she belonged to me and I can do whatever I pleased.I have Athena on my call, and so far, she gives me the satisfaction I needed without asking for more, not until recently. Only she proved to be extremely stubborn, only then will I let her know who the master is. “I will fuck you so hard you will not remember to use the safe word.” She glared at me, unable to shake off the disbelief. “That's what it means.” “Oh.. okay.” She breathed, swallowing hardly while she pushed her face back to the file. “Now read them out, Don't stop to make any irrelevant observation or ask any questions that might get you punished. You know better than to defy me.”So much of the hate I had for her, I despise myself for being easy on her.I wanted nothing but brutality on her. I wanted her to go through the pains I had been to. The torture of having to lo
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MooreA cleaner to the same woman I believe will find nothing but joy in wrecking me? How absurd.“Haven’t you done enough?” I ran after him, the file clenched tightly in my trembling fingers as I followed him. The cool, sterile air of the hallway did nothing to calm the heat of fear rising in my chest. Not only is he punishing me by asking me to work for his mistress, but he's also going to ruin my family completely?“Enough isn't a word that fits what I'll do to you, Moore. There will never be any pain I inflict on you that will satisfy me.”His voice was low and cold, cutting through me like a knife. If I hated my ex-husband for what he did, it was nothing compared to the hatred this man has for me.His words made me want to curl up in a corner and hide, hide far away from him and his deadly glare. But giving in to fear isn't something I can allow myself to do.I'm afraid of him, no doubt, but I'll never show it. My breaths came shallow and quick, the sound loud in my ears as I tri
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“Mother said you refused the offer,” Nicole remarked, her tone teasing. I couldn’t help but chuckle at the way she said it. “You really don't like her, do you?”“Tell her I’m done with her setting me up on dates,” I replied, instructing Finna to move the mannequin to the other side of the room.It was still early, but my office was already bustling with activity. As one of the most respected fashion icons in Rome, my days were always packed with work. I barely had time to go out, and Mum wasn’t helping. She constantly sent me pictures of her friends' daughters, convinced they were as hardworking as I am and would understand my lifestyle.When I turned down yet another blind date, Mum reported me to my sister, Nicole, who had just travelled to England yesterday, a day after her release from prison. Dad sent her there, hoping she’d find herself and stay out of trouble.“The fact that you attended a wedding just to dodge the date cracks me up. When did you start going to weddings for cli
Please, Mr Giordano Twenty two
MooreMy life flashed briefly before my eyes—all that I had been through and how it might probably end. Each day, waking up knowing I was bound to Lucien forever gave me more strength to fight him.As I rode in the luxurious car with his man—who perfectly embodied the hatred his boss had for me—I sometimes wondered if I had done something truly grave to him. Not that I cared.The car moved swiftly, my heart beating faster with each passing moment. I didn’t know which mall we were heading to, but the unease gnawed at me. The idea of a simple shopping trip for clothes ending in me being a slave to Athena was impossible to ignore.Logically, anyone unemployed would jump at the offer. I should have, considering I was allowed to leave the house and roam freely. But deep down, I knew working for Athena would be a disaster. It wasn’t her hospital yet, but it made no difference with her as chairman—a young woman who had achieved so much at the age of 24.Vivian’s phone had been handy for gath
Please, Mr Giordano Twenty Three
“Now this is befitting,” Mr. McWood said, clapping his hands excitedly as I stepped into view. The dress I wore was truly beautiful, perfect for any dinner or date occasion. But deep down, I knew there would be no day I’d find myself going out and feeling like the queen I appeared to be in this dress.“You think so?” I asked, my voice coming out slightly higher-pitched than I intended. I turned away, forcing myself to break from his gaze.Mr. McWood was undeniably attractive, someone I wouldn’t mind having as a best friend. He had that look—the hot best friend look.“I know so,” he replied, still grinning widely as he watched me with enthusiasm.When he walked into the room a moment ago, I couldn’t help but feel a bit shy, especially knowing he had witnessed the disheartening wedding. But he seemed unfazed by it.“Thank you,” I said, glancing around to see if there was a wall clock, but there wasn’t. Mr. McWood noticed my concern and spoke up.“Is there anything else you need? What's
Please, Mr Giordano Twenty Four
AthenaWhen Lucien mentioned that Moore would be working at the hospital, he didn’t actually use the word “wife” to describe her. I couldn't help but sense the mockery in his tone. The thought of her working here made me paranoid. Why would he want her near me? But that paranoia quickly gave way to a flicker of hope when he added that she'd be working as a cleaner. The wife of the richest man in Italy reduced to a common hospital cleaner—now that’s some gossip-worthy material.It's already eleven, and she’s not here yet. Isn’t this supposed to be her first day?I know Lucien harbors deep and raw resentment toward her. She took something precious away from him when she bluntly rejected him a few years ago. That rash decision of hers had pushed Lucien into my arms, just as I had always wanted.I paced restlessly around my office, the sound of my heels echoing off the walls. I don’t want to look bothered, not even slightly, but I can't help it. The thought of humiliating her is tantalizi
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Moore*“Think about the good aspect of this, Moore. At least you have work to take your mind away from the distress at home.”*Well, who was I kidding? I know pretty well this will be yet another hell having to work here with Athena. She will definitely make my life a living hell.As I followed closely behind her, I could feel her anger rising. She kept clenching and unclenching her fists, each movement betraying her growing frustration. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing she had won, and I was glad I managed to keep my composure. I wouldn't have dressed this extravagantly if Lucien’s guard had let me pick something else, but instead, he allowed me to wear the heels I had overlooked earlier while selecting my outfit.After what seemed like an eternity, with her secretary walking right behind me, we turned left towards a door. The door led into a large room filled with men and women I presumed were the hospital’s cleaners. They all wore light blue skirts and white t
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MooreI stared at my reflection in the mirror, trying to make sense of the skimpy, tight outfit forced upon me. The shirt was so tight that the buttons strained against the fabric, threatening to burst open at any moment. And the skirt—no, it was worse than I could have imagined. It barely covered my thighs, leaving my legs exposed for all to see.Frustration bubbling within me, I stepped out of the closet. As I entered the large space where more than fifty cleaners stood, I felt the weight of their hateful glares. Earlier, a few had offered pitying looks, but now their faces were twisted with disgust. I knew my revealing attire was the reason, and I couldn’t blame them. I looked ridiculous.Athena’s gaze met mine, her eyes gleaming with barely concealed amusement as I tried to tug the skirt down. My blood boiled with anger.“This isn’t something I can wear,” I finally said, my voice tinged with desperation.“What?” Athena replied, feigning innocence. “Didn’t you choose that yourself?
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