Talia's POVI didn't want it to stop and neither did he. I welcomed the sensation as he fucked me from behind with reckless abandon. It was what I wanted right now, nothing else. I didn't care if Marissa and Matteo came back at any moment anymore.Suddenly, Lorenzo stopped and lifted me before dropping me on the bed."What are you doing to me, Lorenzo?" I whispered as I stared at him with hooded eyes."Nothing you haven't already imagined at night."His voice was decadent. Smooth. It traveled straight to my toes.With one gentle tug, I pulled him towards me as he towered above me. My body automatically responds to his touch. I could feel the warmth of his breath on my face. His lips hovered just mere inches above mine."I want to make you feel good, Talia." His fingers found the hem of my shirt, inching it up over my stomach."Oh, Jesus," I whispered, making him growl at the back of his throat.He crashed his lips against mine, his fingers brushed the underneath of my bra touching my
Talia’s POVLorenzo pulled me away and together, we made our way up the stairs and towards his room. “You’re not bothered about what Marissa said, are you?” Lorenzo asked as he opened the door and ushered me in. “She can be a little bit aggressive when she’s pissed off.” “I’m certainly not. I’m sure they’ve both known about it for a while already.” I shrugged. This was the first time I was in his room and I was stunned at how stunning it was. The ambiance was serene and calming atmosphere with soft, warm lighting, provided by the table lamps and stylish chandelier hanging above our heads.The room was covered in a soothing color palette, featuring gentle hues such as light blue, pale gray, or creamy whiteA plush, comfortable bed, adorned with crisp linens, soft blankets, and a plethora of pillows was placed in the middle. Abstract artwork or prints, featuring soothing landscape designs adorned the walls and a few, carefully chosen decorative items, such as vintage collectibles o
Talia’s POVI owed the past couple of years of my life to how I had managed to look out for myself first and like any cautious person, I was ready to do anything to protect myself and my values. Because I had a lot to lose and I could not let that happen again.The protection I relied on was based on just two things. It was the same two things for anybody trying to avoid danger. It was the same way a nation protects itself against an enemy nation, the same way a boxer guards a potential knockout blow, the same way a security guard protects an office against a burglar. It was based on two things. Detection and response. Step one, step two. First, you find the threat, and then you try to eliminate the threat.Step one was the hypothetical warning system. I had managed to make it rehearsed and simplified. It was made up of two layers, like two main gates of a large house. The first gate was thousands of miles away from my current location. It was an early warning sign, telling me someone
Talia’s POV“You shouldn’t be here, little girl. It’s not safe for people like you.” The fat man said in a gruff voice as he scowled at me. He was a rather terrifying figure and on every other day, I’d have fled immediately but I knew he worked for John and I had to speak with him. “John told me to come here,” I began, rubbing my shoulders as I shivered a little despite the heat in the air. “John? I don’t know any name like that, little girl. You need to fucking leave now!” The man barked, making me wince. There were two things involved, he was either trying to scare me or he was making sure I was the right person. “I came here to give John something that can help him win this fight against Don Lorenzo but you’re asking me to see him. So when he calls and asks why I missed our appointment, I’ll be sure to tell him about the man I met here.” I said, before turning to leave. “I had to make sure you were who you said you were,” The man said. “There’s little trust going around thes
Talia’s POV“Come on,” John said, pulling my arm as he dragged me away. “Let go of me, John.” I tried to wriggle my hand away from his grip but he wouldn’t let go.He ushered me into the room and closed the door before turning to face me. “You could’ve waited for me to come back, Talia. I kept you here for a reason and you couldn’t even wait.” John began. “Spare me the blame game, John. You’re well aware that I can’t go missing for too long before I rouse Lorenzo’s suspicions and if that happens, this thing we have together is as good as dead and you fucking know it.” I retorted. “I swore to you that I wasn’t going to put you in danger and my promise is still true. I had to deal with the spy and learn what he knew before coming to you. Besides, you said you had about an hour before your presence would be required, right?” “I have less than fifteen minutes to spend here before I’ll need to leave. This spy problem that you have, is it something I need to worry about?” I crossed my
Talia’s POVI felt a sense of accomplishment as I made my way back to the mansion. John had managed to convince me that my fears were baseless and I had nothing to worry about. It hadn’t been easy but I felt convinced that he was telling the truth. For what it was worth, I knew John would be the last person to put his own life at risk especially when the odds weren’t in his favor. I’d been gone for more than an hour and I was fervently hoping that no one had bothered to look for me anywhere in the house. Lorenzo would be back home and I was scared if he already knew I slipped out of the house without his permission. I made my way past the gates, stating my name and position to the guards stationed there before breaking out in a half-run in an attempt to get into my room. I saw Lorenzo’s car outside and my anxiety tripled. I steadied myself for making my way past the front door, the ground floor was empty save for a few guards stationed in specific places. As I climbed the stairs,
Talia’s POVThe past couple of weeks had been quite eventful. Lorenzo barely spoke to me and I was fine with that. I couldn't afford to get distracted again, not when the whole plan was approaching its climax. I was still having a difficult time trying to navigate the ever-growing feelings I had for him and trying to support John in whatever way I could. Lorenzo had gotten a lot busier and I couldn’t tell what mood he was in because he often spent his days at the office or having meetings behind closed doors but I still tried to get myself involved for me and John’s cause and Marissa was all too willing to include me without knowing about my motives. Working on the inside had helped me map out how Lorenzo’s organization works and their weakest spot was where we would hit first. Lorenzo was still oblivious to the fact that I had gone through his phone and it was a small victory which I was proud of. It made everything simpler. We were always one step ahead. I was beginning to gain r
Talia’s POVThe chirping coming from the crickets got cut off abruptly before starting again. It was midnight. Time was running out. A few days ago, I’d told a few of the men I knew were against me that they had two options — pledge their loyalty to me unfailingly and I’ll forget this ever happened or they can decide not to and lose everything they’ve ever worked for. This was the opportunity I had been looking for and it’d been delivered perfectly.In a game of confidence, the moment just before you play your cards is the most nerve-racking. It is the point of no return. Once you make that right move, you settle down, your mind and body relaxing automatically.I crushed the butt of my cigar on the concrete as I stood and stretched my back and neck. I wasn’t a regular smoker but I liked to indulge now and then, it was a habit I picked up from watching Peaky Blinders and it’s stuck. I could hear the siren going off in the distance, I wondered what crime had been committed this time. I
Talia’s POV“I’m trying to save you, Talia! Why can't you believe that?” I said, raising my voice. “When I wanted you to do that several months ago, you discarded me to the side despite everything I did to make up for what happened!” Talia yelled back. “I couldn’t forgive you then, Talia. It was a different story back then.” “Oh, yeah? So what has magically changed since then? The old you I know wouldn’t give a fuck about what happens to me.” Talia argued. “Everything has changed, Talia,” I said in a clipped tone. “You’re driving me crazy, Lorenzo!” Talia yelled, pulling at her hair. “Why are you acting like you want me when your body language is saying something entirely different? I’m tired of playing these games with you, you’re messing with my emotions.”“And you think you’re not doing the same thing to me, Talia? I can’t go a day without thinking about you and that’s why I’m here and not buried in the mountain of work I have on my desk!” “You don’t love me, Lorenzo. You don
Lorenzo’s POV“Did he talk to you about the prenup?” Talia asked excitedly. “Is that why you’ve been wound up since you arrived here, you think it’s too early, isn’t it? Well, I’m not going to—““There’s no prenup, Talia.” I cut in, pouring the contents of his glass cup down my throat, welcoming the burning feeling as he tried to douse my rising anger. I was starting to drink a lot these days and it wasn’t wasn’t a good thing. For the past month, I've constantly deluded myself that Talia was going to be better off without me and that Asher was going to be the one for her, the answer to all of her relationship and love issues if she gave him the chance.I put her in this position and right now, I was disgusted with myself above anything else. “What are you talking about, Lorenzo?” Talia was confused now. “What do you mean by there’s no prenup? I just saw it in his room a couple of hours ago.”“You saw a draft with no name, placed carelessly by Asher of all people, you haven’t figure
Lorenzo’s POVI climbed up the stairs and knocked twice on the door, waiting for Talia to open. A couple of minutes later, she was standing in front of the door, glaring at me. “What do you want this time, Lorenzo?” “Can you give me five minutes of your time and then I'll leave?” I asked. “Lorenzo, I don’t—““Just five minutes. I know Asher isn’t home and I intend to leave before he’s back.”She stared at me for a moment before pushing the door open and inviting me in. “Tell me something, Talia. How has this been for you?” I asked as soon as we sat down. “What are you talking about?” Talia asked. “You mean being with Asher?”“Yes, that’s what I meant,” I confirmed. “Has there been any need for worry at any point in time?”“Asher has been good to me, Lorenzo.” Talia began. “He’s treated me and spoiled me better than I could imagine. I won’t lie to you, Lorenzo. I’ve been waiting for him to make a mistake or step out of line so I can hold it against him and put him in the same cat
Lorenzo’s POVI was struggling to keep my temper in check as I stormed out of the golf clubhouse while trying to maintain a calm demeanor on the outside before someone figured something had gone wrong and started trying to rile me further by asking questions. In the end, I wasn’t paranoid and I hadn’t been sounding like a lunatic. I knew something wasn’t right from the first time I saw Asher and Talia together after Marissa confirmed to me that they were involved and trying to sort their feet in their budding relationship. I knew men like Asher. I’ve always known men like Asher. They were everywhere, in the mafia, in the corporate world, in politics, everywhere and they all treated women that had no class in the same way. They see them like a piece of clothing that catches their fancy for a limited period of time and then, they discard them when they get tired.I know this because I was once like them and I once treated Talia like this and I couldn’t stand to see her go through the
Lorenzo’s POV “I’ve been looking for a chance to get away from this group of people I’m with and you might just be my saving grace,” Asher replied.He didn’t quite give me an answer and I didn’t quite understand if he was going to indulge me or not. “Do you mean that as a yes?” I asked, wanting to be certain about what I was going into. “Yes, Lorenzo,” Asher confirmed. “We can talk about whatever it is you want to talk about.”“Is there a private space around here?” I asked, looking around as I tried to pick out a spot far away from people’s hearing. I didn’t want anyone interfering in my private matters or better still, Talia’s private matters with Asher. This was a lot easier than I thought it would and it was starting along nicely. “Yes, there’s a spot behind that tent. It’s restricted and it’s the best place we can talk around here,” Asher pointed out. “You’re sure people won’t listen in on our conversations, Asher?” I asked. “I’ll secure the area. I don’t need people liste
Lorenzo’s POVIt didn’t take long after that for me to find Asher with the steward’s help. I didn’t particularly have a plan on how I was going to approach the subject so I decided that I would go with whatever my guts say. That was the best plan I could come up with and I was going to stick with it. It was unlike me to confront any situation without having a solid plan but this was one of those rare moments where I had to make the best of what I was given. But I wasn’t given anything or rather, I came unprepared. I was merely facing things head on without giving a second thought to if it would end well or not. Marissa had said that I was in need of an adventure and that was why I was here. Deep down, I knew what she wanted to say and it wasn’t this. A large part of me didn’t want to admit it but I cared about Talia, I always have, more than I was ever willing to admit.One of the perks of being bigger than everyone in here was that it was pretty easy for you to stand out from e
“You should’ve considered a career as an investigative journalist, Marissa.” I frowned over the phone. She took after our mother in that aspect. They always had an answer for everything whether right or wrong and she was proving it here. “Maybe I just might, if I ever get bored of working for you at any point.”“If I remember correctly, you said you wanted me to turn your temporary post into a permanent one and I did just that. Are you bored already?”“No, I love my job. I just said it for the dramatic effect it would give and I guess it worked.”“You’re crazy.” “That’s a story for another day. But seriously, where would you go when you leave Paris? I don’t need you back here if your head isn’t in the game so go somewhere else. Probably not Greece, you’ve always had a disdain towards the people there.”“I was thinking about going to Zanzibar this time around but I don’t know. Maybe I just might change my mind when the time comes.”“Somewhere new wouldn’t hurt, you know? You need to
Lorenzo’s POVEverything had gone as smoothly as I could’ve wanted it to be.I’ve been watching Talia and Asher for several days before I decided to meet her in person and from what I had observed she was very happy. I couldn’t have been more impressed with how I had handled everything concerning this situation but I still had one more case for worry. No matter how hard I had tried to disregard the warning signs I couldn’t bring myself to. Naturally, I shouldn’t be here. I was supposed to be back in New York, behind my mahogany table discussing with a number of prospective clients or trying to close a couple of deals that have been pending on my desk for the past week but here I was, trying to play the knight in shining armor. Ever since I pardoned Talia and allowed her to be Marissa's mentee, we’ve barely talked except for a handful of occasions where we had to act courteous towards each other. Marissa had tried and failed to set us up as a couple until she decided she would let
Talia’s POV“Asher’s right, Talia,” Lucas began, seated behind the mahogany table in the private study, his eyes glued to the computer screen in front of him. “The honeymoon period is over. We need to get to work before we get caught flat-footed once again.”I sat with my mouth closed. I was unsure of what to say as I had zero clue about what they were talking about but it sounded serious.Lucas was Asher’s best friend and he was also the co-managing Director of the company I worked for. He was rarely around, he preferred to handle the businesses that needed their attention around the world while Asher focused on steadying the ship from the headquarters. I had a cordial relationship with Lucas and we barely spoke to each other except on rare occasions like this. Asher was talking to a couple of investors on the screen in front of him while I waited for him to finish. He had suddenly lost interest in the conversation midway. He often did that a lot and I wondered how short his attent