Tempting the devil

Nicole felt upset when she heard the tone he was speaking to her in.

"He's my friend and he came to visit me," she said.

"He needs to leave immediately. I'll order them to ban him from entering," he replied.

Max clenched his fists. That man was a complete idiot. He couldn't understand why Nicole was still with him. It was clear that he was aggressive and didn't respect her. He wasn't aware of what was really going on. Nicole had asked Sophie not to tell him anything because she knew he wouldn't be able to control himself and would try to hit Bruno.

When Bruno returned to his office, he noticed that Nicole wasn't with Bertha. He needed her to find a file, so he decided to go downstairs to look for her and bring her back to her workplace. He didn't expect to come across that scene. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. 

They were making a fool out of him in front of his company's staff. That girl was tempting the devil, seeing her so close to someone else made his blood boil, especially if that someone was Maximilian Roberts.

"Listen to me, Bruno. If you dare to do that, I will call a press conference and expose the relationship you have with my sister. My friends can visit me whenever they please. Enough of you prohibiting things just because you feel like it," she said.

"Looks like the kitty has sharpened her claws. Fine, I won't do it. Just remember, he who laughs last laughs best," he replied.

He turned around and walked away, completely furious. He would find a way to make Nicole pay for her audacity. He wasn't accustomed to his orders not being obeyed, let alone being threatened, and Nicole had done it in front of his employees. That would have serious consequences for her.

Max watched them with clenched fists. He had the strong urge to punch that arrogant man. He decided not to intervene to avoid a scene. Nicole said goodbye to him and then returned to her place outside Bruno's office.

"Nicole, the boss asked that as soon as you come up, you bring him a coffee. He takes it black, no sugar."

"It's logical that he takes it that way. I've read that black, sugarless coffee is the favorite of maniacs," Bertha said, looking at her and then laughing at what she had said.

She entered the office to bring him the coffee. He didn't even bother to look at her, let alone thank her. She thought about throwing the hot coffee on his pants, but she decided to leave calmly. She placed the cup on the desk, said nothing, and left the office. She felt Bruno's gaze on her, but she resisted the urge to turn around. She didn't want him to insult her.

In the afternoon, Bruno still had to go through Sondra's place. He felt tired and had no desire to deal with her. He let Nicole know that he would leave with her, and Jack would pick up her sister. They would be driven by the chauffeur.

Nicole didn't like the idea of having to endure his bad mood on the way home, and she knew her sister wouldn't be happy either.

They traveled in silence. He was too tired to argue, and Nicole was grateful for that. Bruno closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Only the sound of their breathing could be heard. Despite his fatigue, he had to make an effort to control himself. Having her so close was torture, and her sweet aroma was driving him mad.

When they arrived at the mansion, Nanny was waiting for Nicole in the living room. Shortly after, Sondra arrived and approached Nicole for a hug.

"My dear Nanny, I imagine you've made my favorite dinner," Sondra said. Nanny's face showed displeasure.

"I'm sorry, I made Nicole's favorite dinner. You have someone here who can prepare your preferences. I'm going to ask you not to hug me again, and I'm not Nanny to you. I'm Mrs. Sara, I hope you don't forget that," Nanny replied sternly.

"But Nanny..." Sondra felt hurt. She loved her nanny very much.

"No, Sondra. You have caused a lot of harm to your sister, and I cannot forgive you for that. If I don't tell your father, it's because of his delicate state. Let's go, Nicole, dinner is getting cold," Nanny said.

Nicole observed her sister's furious expression and thought she saw a smirk on Bruno's face. Instead of being annoyed, he seemed to be amused.

In the early morning, Nicole couldn't sleep. She was thirsty, and her water bottle was empty. Barefoot and in her pajamas, she went down to the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, she craved chocolate ice cream with whipped cream. She opened the fridge to get it, but as she turned around, she felt like she bumped into someone. 

Looking up, she saw Bruno staring at her intently, as was his habit. She had stained his shirt with the ice cream. He took off his shirt and held Nicole's chin with his hand, pulling her towards him. She couldn't resist; she thought she was foolish for falling into his game again.

Nicole felt her face burning, the heat spreading throughout her body. He kissed her passionately, as if he needed her. He lifted her and sat her on the kitchen island, opening her legs and positioning himself between them while continuing to kiss her. She felt that his delicious scent was awakening her senses. Making an effort, she managed to react. She pushed him away and distanced herself from him.

"What's wrong with you? Do you think you can have both of us at your disposal? You're a cynic," Nicole said.

"I didn't feel that you disliked it so much. You responded to my kisses and my caresses. That shows you are and will always be mine, mine whenever I decide," he said, observing her with a mocking smile on his face.

Nicole turned around to walk away, berating herself for once again letting herself be carried away by her instincts.

Bruno clenched his fists as he watched her disappear down the hallway. He didn't even know why his body reacted that way when she was near.

The next day, Nicole woke up very early. She took a relaxing bath and decided to dress up in a sexy outfit. She felt she needed it to boost her self-esteem.

She put on a tight black dress that was slightly above the knee. It had a discreet but eye-catching neckline. Lately, she had noticed that she was gaining weight, and her breasts had grown. She wore stilettos and tied her hair up in a high ponytail. A touch of makeup, some perfume, and she stood in front of the mirror, feeling satisfied with her appearance.

When she arrived at the office, she noticed that everyone was staring at her. She stepped out of the elevator just as Bruno was leaving his office. He looked at her and gestured for her to come into his office.

Bruno had arrived early at the corporate office. He needed some contracts, so he went out to see if Nicole had arrived. That's when he saw her stepping out of the elevator. He noticed that the employees passing by couldn't help but look at her. She looked stunning in that tight dress, accentuating her curves completely. He felt furious. No one but him should be able to see her like that.

"Good morning, Mr. Leone. Tell me, what do you need?" she addressed him coldly.

"What I need is for you to find a damn way to change out of that outfit," he exclaimed, completely out of control.

"I'm sorry? I don't think I understand. I believe this dress is appropriate for the office," she replied, letting his words get to her.

"Damn it! It's not the dress, it's how you look wearing it," he replied, no longer caring to hide his jealousy.

"So, you think I look bad wearing it?" she asked, deliberately trying to provoke him.

Bruno ran his hands through his hair in desperation.

"Damn it, no! On the contrary, you look too good. You can't go around drawing that much attention to yourself," he said.

"I'm really sorry, but I'm comfortable, and I have no intention of changing. If you don't need anything else, I'll leave now," she said, on the verge of bursting into laughter in front of him.

She left, leaving him furious. Bruno threw everything that was on his desk. Bertha, upon hearing what was happening, rushed into the room.

"Are you alright, sir? Do you need anything?" she asked.

"Yes, just leave and let me be alone. Nicole can take care of cleaning all this up later," he ordered.

“As you wish, sir.”

Bertha immediately left. Her boss was getting in a worse mood with each passing moment.