Do we have someone jealous of Veronica? Carina doesn't even know how to hide it hahahahahaha
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.
Chapter 22.— Once upon a time in Italy…After a few hours on the road, we were in a piece of paradise lost in an almost-returned location in Italy.I felt at peace after so long.The Valley of Yellow Dreams was a small town that had been founded, more than one hundred years ago, by a large Brazilian family coming directly from Bahia, Brazil. It was built within large, imposing mountains, surrounded by endless forests, open fields, and overlooking a paradisiacal sea almost all the way to the town center. It was only a few kilometers away from the nearest town with a larger population. The inhabited place was the closest to where Veronica's grandmother had settled after leaving the United States and returning to Italy.Although I was at peace in that small piece of paradise, I found myself about to be overcome by my greatest sin.Not even the almost cold water, which was falling on me n
Chapter 23.— Once upon a time there was an untraditional grandmother...Dear reader, you, in the last few chapters, must have noticed that my life has become a world of roses, love, hearts, rainbows, and beautiful flying unicorns, right? On the other hand, the joy of the poor is short-lived, and I continue to be the unluckiest person in this story. So, we will be back with the normal schedule in 1, 2, 3…— Veronica! — I exclaimed, astonished and surprised, as I got out of the jeep and looked at the house in front of me. — I hadn't expected this. — I confessed, a little embarrassed, and scratched the back of my neck.Veronica giggled beside me, causing me to turn to her, blushing.— And what did you expect, Carina? — She picked up a suitcase from the back seat of the jeep. — A huge castle with a red carpet laid out and jobs waiting for us? — she asked, d