chapter two

LUCIA 

After a long flight across the earth, I spend one night and day at a hotel. 

 This morning, I wake, washing my tears masked face, I figure it's a brand new day, signaling a new me, a new year in the middle of the year for me. A new start of a broken heart. I smooth my long light pink hair, dress in a cheerful brown long fitted gown that's fit the color of the day. I take a deep breath. Say farewell to the waste past year of my life. Grab my red suitcase to the Russo's residence. 

 I now stand at the gate, my face was accessed before I entered the large compound. I feel a glimmer of hope and confidence, but it's strong enough to stretch a smile across my face. I wave to the gardeners and workers who were performing their morning duties as I make my way to the main building strictly for family business. 

 I entered my office which was at the door entrance of the Russo's main building. As I was told I am the first employed financial analyst .So, the office was neatly arranged, it was obviously an old small room transformed to a portable office. 

I'd best get busy. 

Files were on the table, it's time for real, mother fucking business. 

  I tie my hair up, removed my black Jean jacket and hanged it at the door, I walked toward the cabinet to make myself a cup of coffee and took three slice of wheat bread. It's strange that food were already in my office, cabinet were at the right hand side of the office. I was doubting if I entered the right office, but I'm too hungry to wait to question anyone. 

 I have my cabinet perfect glasses lined up rim to rim, towels folded perfectly, napkins ironed to deliver the level of service that I demand from myself. My table was a game table, my favourite black card, a perfect welcomed distraction from my breakup. 

 Three days at the Russo's office strategizing and analyzing the financial boost of the wine's company among other competitors. 

ALLESSANDRO RUSSO

Lucia is so hardworking, a badass strategizer. I have been watching her on my CCTV screen. Yes, I had a CCTV camera in her office. 

 I can't allow a stranger to work for my family and not been scrutinized thoroughly. 

 So professional and charming, but this morning when she arrived to her office, she seemed a bit off. 

 I thoughtit was the late night that's getting her down, having sleepless on the first week at work. It turns out that she recently broke up with her boyfriend, she had him on her phone screen with a divided heart. 

There's only one way to free a woman who is emotionally caged with you _obsessed. Bend over the table, her knees bent and give her a good spanking from our forefathers make her think that it's a red flag and focus her Mind on her future. On her ability to be extraordinary and not to be wailing over a boy that broke her heart. I'm sure our little therapy session will have her back to where she needs to be perform this year. 

Now that she has broken up with James Brandon she can now swallow her obsession and go back to playing at the casino. I hope she survives the separation. 

 I pegged Lucia for a reborn soul. She has the work ethic of someone who has lived on this earth before. 

Lucia lead with gentle grace. 

But she forced my hand, literally. 

It's a shame such a nice girl wasted her time on a wayward kid. Judging by his social media lifestyle followed by hashtags, Lucia is better off than him. 

Not that I care. 

She's beautiful. 

I'm shocked as the thought invades my mind. I immediately shake it off my head. I'm strictly watching her to keep an eye on her demanded my brothers. Let them know I am not easily distracted not to admire her smile behind broken heart I came to her office unannounced, she was shocked because she has never met any Russo's family I guessed. 

She looked up, startled up by my presence 'you're going to watch me play my cards alone? '

"looks like " I fold my arms over my chest she remained focused on the card games, I sense she is trying to get an answer to a troubling issues in the family financial issues. 

She goes back to her work. I sense she's trying to be good, to hold her tongue. She only lasts a few seconds before cutting me with her eyes and saying "No disrespect, but I would want to have my space alone? "

"This is my space too,last time I checked, you were employed by my elder brother -two years older than me " I would spank youyourass if you don't keep calm? 

She blushes furiously. "lastly I checked, I never knew the young man I played Black Jack with was one of Russo's brother and one night he spanked me when he loosed"

"My house, my rules, you're welcome to quit "  she eyes me warily  "we both know I am not going anywhere "

"Then, best work assuming my presence is an absence "she gives me a gaze that makes me sense that if she didn't fear my hand on her ass, she'd be sticking that tongue out at me right now. I narrow my gaze. 

"Well, if you're going to be wishing your time watching me, you may as well play a card " she doesn't miss a chance to prove that she is a king in the Black Jack. 

I humor her. I find myself pulling out a chair, trying to emulate her movements and action "you would loose this time "

"let's see "

I tried to reach out the card that fell below the table. 

"Here, let me help " she stood up and bent over to pick the card, her arms brushing my hairy legs. She stood up, showing me the card and "see ?" drops it on the table. 

We finish the game in a comfortable ,silence and she offered to offer me coffee and sandwich. I offered to help. Everytime I tried to collect an ingredient, hey skin touches mine, a rush of blood pulses through my cock. When we finished, she says "you've indirectly earned yourself a sandwich and coffee and served "

I smiled and attempt to head back to NY room. As she turns to wash the dishes, I gaze from an angle, her perfectly shaped bottom. I can't. The material of her gown stretches over it, as if the fabric's been shrunk too small, too tight, accentuating her slim curve. 

My cork twitches in my trousers.