Chapter 14.— Once upon a time there was a wounded heart…— I thought you quit smoking, Bella. — I whispered, after sitting down in the empty space beside her on a small bench that stood on the balcony of the living room. — The night is beautiful. — I completed with a whisper, losing myself in the sky.When Arabella's parents had given her the apartment as a graduation present from high school and also for the 100% free scholarship she had won to attend medical school, my friend had chosen a quieter, more familiar neighborhood, far enough away from the countless Miami skyscrapers. At the time, she told me that she would like to see the night sky painted with the stars and the moon whenever possible. And that night, the scene above our heads was exactly as she liked it so much.— And I stopped… I just need to relax a little… — Her voice sounded low and thoughtful, after a few seconds of silence between us. — And Catharina? Is she still awake?I laughed softly. Finally, Arabella put out
Chapter 15. — Once upon a time, the unsweet side of cliché… | Currently | I once heard Grandma Manu say something like: since you are in hell, hug the devil. Well, I literally did just that and still had my back pressed against the metal wall by the demon, while my legs were wrapped around his waist and his soft hands were gripping my buttocks extremely tightly. However, my particular demon was not horned, red and with a horrible face. On the contrary, the demon had a beautiful, arrogant smile, eyes as blue as the cloudless sky, locks as golden as gold, and an accent that, countless times, made the hairs on my body stand on end. — You really are a devil, Miss Vacchiano! — I gasped, as her wide, dirty smile became more pronounced. | previously | In 2010, I had just turned 14, and it was also the first time I was introduced to the magical and fantastic world of reading and writing. At that time, I already had my nose stuck in books, although they were only related to school and it
Chapter 16. — Once upon a time, there was a feeling that could not be called jealousy… If there was one thing that was moving me at that moment, it was anger. Ah, My Lady of the Unlucky! There was another feeling lurking around, but I vehemently refused to give in and accept that I was jealous. Rebecca Turner and the demon in high heels had not yet left the office of the being who paid my salary. And the fact that it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon further increased my hatred for myself and half the world. No, obviously it was not jealousy, but the beginning of a heart attack or something. 16: 45. Seeing the time stamp in the bottom corner of the computer was as if something had lit up inside me, at the same time making me almost bury my fingertips in the keyboard as I furiously typed the last report of the day. No, I was not biting with hatred for that tall, blond, hot pest who has fingers and a tongue that should be considered world heritage! I was just curious to know
Chapter 16.— Once upon a time there was a stubborn and wonderful secretary…By Veronica Vacchiano.| six months later |It had been a little more than six months since the “ciliegia dolce” had sent me that simple “yes” by e-mail during her short vacation period that I granted her as a way to make her think more calmly about the proposal of becoming my secretary, my right-hand woman in the construction company. At that time, I was at a dead end and had no time to find someone who might be good enough to replace Mrs. Wilson in the position that had been hers for decades. In the end, I let her find someone who was committed, intelligent, well articulated, a true professional, and most importantly, extremely reliable. So I was totally taken by surprise and unprepared when Miss Fernandes' file was dropped in my lap like a time bomb by Lora Miller, her future former head of the Planning Department.‘’— Really, Miss Miller? — With a raised eyebrow, I frowned and stared at her. — Are you tel
Chapter 18.— Once upon a time, the newest flagrant…By Veronica Vacchiano.In the dim light that the flashlight of my cell phone offered within the median space, I watched with a certain nervousness and expectation his next steps. I narrowed my eyes a little and let the device slip through my fingers without realizing it. Carina dropped her belongings, which fell to the floor with a slightly louder noise than usual, and took short, decisive steps toward me. She stopped and stood with her body almost touching mine, without looking away at any moment.What a hot and wonderful woman!A mischievous, sensual smile broke out on those plump, naturally red lips, which I was so eager to take and savor once more. How could someone so stubborn, sharp-tongued, and with a debauched sense of humor be so beautiful, hot, and extremely attractive? This was a question I asked myself every day when she came to mind, although the answer was too obvious just by looking at her. Seeming to know exactly wha
Chapter 19.— once upon a time, the beginning of a busy weekI let out a lazy, annoyed sigh when my cell phone alarm rang, indicating that another Monday had begun. I swiped my finger across the screen, disarming the annoying noise, and rolled over in bed. Furthermore, I was extremely tempted to ignore the fact that it was time to get up and go back to sleep on the incredibly expensive mattress that I bought with my first salary as secretary from that evil, beautiful, hot being.— Hmm… — let out a low, lazy growl, that being of darkness who lay beside me with one arm tattooed around my waist. — Time to get up already, ciliegia dolce? — She leaned her face against my neck and kissed the sensitive skin tenderly, causing waves of shivers to run through me.I pressed my lips together in an attempt to suppress a malicious moan and concentrated on getting up to start another week of work. On the other hand, it was an almost impossible mission to accomplish, for she had positioned herself ov
Chapter 20.— once upon a time there was a meeting….Aaron Lefrebvre, the 33-year-old French heir, and his team arrived half an hour later. After formal greetings and a few not-so-discreet glances in Veronica's direction, as well as mine and Lora's, everyone sat down and another hellish meeting of the week began. Fortunately, it would be the last one of the day, although it was apparently more complicated and stressful than the others.There was still time to drop everything and go sell my art on the beach, right?— Why should we do business with P. & G. Vacchiano Construction when the competition is offering me almost the same service for much less? — finally asked the French heir, when both parties had already discussed some of the same points more than three times. I could only blink and wish internally that the meeting would end soon. — Could you tell me the reason, Miss Fernandes?
Chapter 21.— once upon a time, a trip by your sideIt had been a little over four weeks since Catharina had received Grace's wedding invitation to Lorenzo in her hands. The two of us were still standing, motionless and perplexed down to our last hair, in the middle of the room, when Veronica appeared in the still open door behind us. In the same instant, her huge, affectionate smile was quickly replaced by a worried grimace as she realized our state, and the beautiful bouquet of red roses she held in her hands was left on the couch in oblivion.In particular, it was not such a surprise to receive the wedding invitation from the two, but rather the courage Grace had to show up at the apartment. As promised by my best friend a few months ago, Arabella proved her suspicion of who Lorenzo's mistress was. Yes, Sofia Grace was the woman who was helping that being with a small dick to adorn my head with beautiful branching horns.