KatyaHe was the dinner host, and I was the guest.But we just got served, both of us.It took a nanosecond for realization to kick into his face, and in a moment as swift as a lightening bolt, the watch was unclasped from my wrist and sent to the floors.For the second time tonight, something was taken from my hand and left in pieces on the floor.However, the emotion digging into my chest wasn't guilt, and my eyes were the shape of circles,Horror.Fear.Whoever this person was, wasn't just aware of our itinerary anymore, but had a way of getting into our private places.And I wasn't the only one frustrated at the fact that they seemed invincible."Fuck!"Ferrara cursed as he slammed the sole of his shoes into the watch, tension rippling from his tone.Hell, even his shadows, cast in different parts of the expansive living room appeared angrier, as though pumped by the rage in his system.Afterwards, when the watch had been destroyed, we stared in silence at the ruins on the floor,
Katya"That was...phenemonal."We were both physically spent, our chests heaving up and down in fast unrythmic pace.But our exhaustion wasn't from what I had expected when Ferrara flashed those mischievous beautiful pupils at me.In fact, for the first time, he hadn't taken me in his arms and spread me out on the table, eating out my wet pussy till I turned to puddle in his arms.Surprise surprise, turned out that there was something else he had in mind for us to eat,What he had prepared,Steamy hot soup, spicy as fuck and damn large!"If you aren't up for the challenge, you can simply name me the winner, Katya, and you know I get to name my prize."The beautiful manipulative son of a bachelor had intentionally poked my competitive button, knowing I would rise to the bait.And he had done that with his mischievous glint as he swept his hot gaze through me, his arms spread out languidly.My eyes narrowed as soon as he reminded me of the competition he had pushed forward, and I immedi
FerraraWhen the penthouse doors slid open before I could push the button, I reached for my back pocket, wrapping my palm around the cold barrel of my gun, alarm bells going off in my senses.But just as I started to pull out the device, the doors opened fully, bringing to view the one who wasn't supposed to be in my house by this time,Carlos, my consigliere.And judging by his expression, there was no room for negotiation about whether I was going to let him say his mind.With both hands in his pockets, he muttered,"We need to talk, Ferrara. In private."Fucking interesting.***"Make it snappy, what is it that couldn't wait till end of work?" Minutes later, we were in my study, which radiated warmth with memories of the time I had spent with Katya, resonating all over the atmosphere.Her sweet fragrance still lingered here from last night, when she had come to fetch me for bed, and we had ended up making out, almost losing control.Fucking hell, I hadn't experienced this level o
Katya"It's time for your next appointment, ma'am."My P.A. announced in a voice louder than necessary, her fingers reaching upwards as she adjusted her glasses.I let out a deep breath I hadn't known I had been holding, and let my shoulders fall, the joints straining as I relaxed against the seat.How long had I been at the screen? Hours?It felt like days, and I massaged my aching neck, a yawn slipping from my mouth.I was fucking exhausted.Operating as a co-CEO to two major groups was no easy task, more so one that belonged to De Castello and Petrov cooperations.Although we had been left with no choice but to form a business partnership, I intended to make the best of this,For both of our companies.For instance, we could move from the nightlife business to establish something more, building the Castello-Petrov into something more than a company...More than a brand,A fucking household name.Various plans were already set in motion in my mind, things we could achieve with both
Ferrara"Sorry, I was stuck in traffic."Slightly unsteady gaze,Fingers pushing the envelope into the purse,No mention of the package from the chairman,Awkwardness hovering between us...In the history of weird situations, this had to be at the top of the list.Naturally, with someone else, the moment I suspected that they were keeping something from me, I would have a background check run within an hour, And if they were guilty, I would do with them as I did with every other traitor,Execute them.But with the woman I had sworn to protect, my head was swirling with so many thoughts it could almost explode at any moment.I had ignored every one of Carlos' words and pushed his skepticism to the side.And now, the evidence was right in front of me, in the hands of the woman I had given my heart to.My rationality was having a field day, fighting my emotions which refused to believe that she would fucking betray me.But then, why wasn't she saying anything? Why lie about the traffic
Katya"I knew you would make the right decision. With this, you would have completely avenged your parents' deaths."Today, Mr. Jones, the middle aged chairman of the board, was in a black suit, paired with a tie that was almost choking his nonexistent neck.Small rectangular glasses were perched on the bridge of his nose, his browning teeth flashed more widely.He was quite ecstatic, seated across from me at the round table, his eyes focused on me like a hawk, as though he were afraid that I would back out.But he needn't worry.The moment I got that letter, I had made a decision, and had no intention of changing it.I tilted my chin, the army green turtle-neck and beige jacket making me appear more formidable, with the flaming matte red lipstick which made my lips bolder.My hair was swept upwards in a sleek ponytail, accentuating my high cheekbones and almond eyes, made prominent by a cat designed eyeliner."I'm aware of that."My reply was colder than expected, carrying with it th
Katya"Si...sir...." The words muttered in series of stutters and blinking eyes, were spoken by the man who had called him a bastard.The members of the board and shareholders who had boldly lifted their hands to vote him out, started to move back, their hands shaking instantly.With each stride that Ferrara took, his aura surrounded the room, sucking everyone in with the intimidating power he exuded effortlessly.But one man remained bold, his eyes filled with gloats and mockery.The chairman, Mr. Jones.The older man rose to his feet immediately, slamming his hands on the table as he faced everyone."Don't cower for the bastard! He's just an illegitimate kid who thinks he has a place in the company that I built with his father! Mr. De Castello, I'm afraid, I would ask you to vacate the building."Fairytale was underrated.The illustration of a mouse standing up to the intimidating elephant...That was exactly what it looked like, as Ferrara continued striding towards the older man,
KatyaThree Days Ago"I will cut to the chase, I want you at the head of the seat, leading the corporation to the future, not your baby daddy."Mr. Jones' mustache seemed to move as he spoke, his words followed by a thick cloud of smoke, drawn from his lips.He leaned against the couch, a lazy smile on his lips, his dark lips pouting as he blew out a puff of smoke.Across from him, where I sat, my brain was quick to process the implication of his words, and confirm what I had suspected earlier.The chairman of De Castello board who was aware of Ferrara's reputation of wiping out traitors, hadn't simply called me to place a request.Nope.The only reason he was bold enough to push this notion and insult my mafia boyfriend without batting an eye, was because he already had a plan.He only intended to make me a pawn in his game, and if I said no, he could attempt to take me out, and then use another method.But if I played dumb and pretended to agree with him, then I could have the upper