Alana wasn't sure why she was giving the man the attention he asked for. But truth be told, she wanted to know why he kidnapped her. What his relationship with Ricardo was“Let's just say, I was bewitched by your beauty, my little angel,... I'm a helpless romantic... maybe I watch too many mafia films, I only had an idea of kidnapping the beauty who stole my heart,” Rocco said with a grin and slowly stirred his coffee. Alana didn't like how he looked at her with those eyes. His personality was a little complicated. Especially when he was always smiling and calling her an angel. She agreed to meet him privately; hence she was guided to the second floor where she discovered they had private VIP rooms “I'm not here for laughs, tell me why a so-called prestigious man like you abducted me…aren't you afraid of getting your reputation tainted?” Alana asked shrewdly, she was bothered by his behavior, Especially after she witnessed Ricardo and him having each other by the neck. The man took a
“I don't understand…how did this happen…how come all our suppliers ran out,” Ricardo was in disbelief as he checked all his suppliers and none seemed to have what he was looking for. Dennis stood beside him with his head bowed, he made a thorough investigation and someone powerful ordered more gems“Sir, I invited Andre over. He's our main supplier… he never sells anything without informing you first” Dennis said, he wasn't sure how things turned out so bad. “Did you find out who exactly did this…who made more money than me,” Ricardo said, glancing up at Dennis and shoving the file away. Dennis was a little hesitant to say anything. He had stayed up all night trying to find out who exactly decided to be his boss's rival, but to no avail. Dennis was about to answer when Mrs. Marks walked in, immediately Ricardo shifted his gaze to the woman standing away from him with her head lowered“Sir, Mr. Andre is here,” Mrs. Marks informed, Ricardo was relieved to hear that. Only Andre could gi
Alana left Santiago's room after trying to talk to him. The nurse didn't come since it was the weekend; hence she decided to try starting a conversation with him. Unfortunately, Santiago treated her like air. Alana concluded, Santiago was able to talk, but something was stopping him. He was intelligent and could read people effortlessly. He was observant of things and the people around him. Something which most adults failed to do, a child did easily, “Was he in an accident…or was he born that way?” Alana fired Mrs. Marks with countless questions. She was eager to know everything about Ricardo's son, what exactly made him unable to talk. Was he born mute or something else“I'm afraid, it's something only Sir knows,” Mrs. Marks replied politely, Alana didn't mean to push things. But she wanted to help“Alright, you can go,” she waved the lady off, Mrs. Marks nodded and left the room. Alana was sitting on the bed with her eyes fixed on the computer.“This rascal is the president of suc
"You look pale and somewhat worried…everything okay?" Brigitte asked while they stepped out of the car, Alana shook her head and draped the silver chain of her purse over her shoulder and gestured for the driver to wait"I'm fine, I called you to meet me because I need Help," Alana said as both women headed towards the entrance of the boutique they came to. It was mid-afternoon, and the sun was at its fun peak. Even so, the cool breeze was refreshing and slightly blew her floral dress"You need some lady time huh…well you got the right woman for the job," Brigitte said mischievously and elbowed Alana as both women chuckled and held hands and proceeded insideAlana was a little worried about finding something good to wear. Ricardo seemed serious about everything "Bonjour Caroline," Brigitte said to the lady who was busy talking to some customers, immediately he saw them. The lady smiled and walked up to them"Aha, long time no see Mrs Suarez…it's an honor to see you again," the lady
Ricardo Was already at the gathering, it was an evening party after a fashion show. One of his friends invited him as the guest of honor. He didn't want to attend, however, with the current situation. He was obliged to do so"You don't know how many of these people want to see you," the man who hosted the party said. Between chuckles, Ricardo smiled faintly and glanced around the party hall, people were having a good time. Some were dancing while others were chatting amongst themselves "And I'm glad to be here… you did a good job," Ricardo complimented his friend. The party hall was yet to be filled, but he could see some important men and women who owned the fashion industry. Some he knew and others he didn't "It's good to have you and to think I was going to meet your wife Ricardo," the man said while playing with the glass in his hand. Ricardo was a little uncomfortable but smiled even more. Julien was a fun man to associate with, he was just 30 years old. Despite the slight age
Alana felt ashamed, she felt humiliated by what was happening. She should have known the dress didn't come from Ricardo. She was the fool to have fallen for such a cheap trick and looked at Rocco smirking like he owned everyone. She just wanted to slap him and remind him where he belonged"Aren't you ashamed, I'm not interested in whatever you proposed," Alana muttered through gritted teeth. Her hands clenched tightly. Ricardo wasn't saying anything but the fire burning in his eyes was enough to blow Rocco to smithereens "She's my wife, how dare you…who do you think you bastard!" Ricardo made a low yell and grabbed Rocco by the neck, his actions were so fast and animalistic that Alana stepped away from him. They were in public and people were beginning to look. Rocco let out a sarcastic laugh, he didn't seem bothered at all. The level of his madness"Your wife? Ha!" Rocco exclaimed mockingly and shoved Ricardo away and adjusted his wrinkled tux "Don't you ever lay your hands on me
(Alana)His hand slid to my front and cupped my breast, a hiss escaped my lips and I leaned back to him, he fondled my breast while his other hand slid down my arm and intertwined his hands with mine.The position was so intimate that my mouth hung open. My vision was getting blurry, I could feel warm tears lingering in my eyes. But I managed to keep them open and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't know what was happening to me or what came over Ricardo. But when he leaned down to my shoulder and sucked on my vulnerable flesh. My knees weakened and my heart raced. I didn't wear a bra because of the strapless dress I wore. My succulent breasts sprouted out. My nipples were already hard and aching. And when Ricardo took my swollen bud between his fingers and pinched them. A strange sensation rushed through my body causing me to moan in pleasure “Mmm, no,” Whatever he was doing made me squeeze my thighs together. His hot breath felt like a thousand fireflies dancing on my s
Ricardo struggled to wake up due to a hangover. He wrapped himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to his misery. His phone pinged with message after message, getting up was the issue. One of the reasons he hated drinking liquor. The aftermath was terrible. As he shifted to get his phone with his head still buried under a pillowRicardo only grasped a little of it, and it slipped through his fingers and landed heavily on the floor“Damn it,” he muttered and shoved the pillow off his head and slowly sat upright. His brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of his skull, and now his dehydration was too obvious to ignore. Again his stomach lurched and gurgled. Perhaps some painkillers would help too. He raised his heavy eyelids halfway, only for them to fall shut. He raised them again and swung his bare feet to the carpet again. It was cold underfoot, glancing at himself, his eyes narrowed into slits, seeing that he was only in boxes“Great,” he muttered and pushed himself