Talia’s POV“Things aren’t black and white, Marissa,” I said. “You can’t just stroll in here and tell me to come on a trip with you when I don’t want to, it’s an offense and you could be arrested for that especially if I press charges against you.” I was rambling at this point but I didn’t care, I wanted to do anything in my power to stay alone for the rest of the day. I was feeling this load of guilt trying to crush me and I didn’t want any of them to see me when I eventually broke down. “You know you’re saying nonsense, right? And if this is your poor attempt to wiggle your way out of this, it isn’t going to work, Talia. Lorenzo owns you and there’s nothing you can do about it.”I knew that I had slipped up and there was no coming back from this. Courtesy of my recent choices and struggles, I’d let my intrusive thoughts come out and I couldn’t take it back anymore. “The point is, whatever you’re suggesting isn’t something I feel is going to work with me right now given how I feel
Talia’s POVI’d gone from detesting being forced to come on a road trip to being in love with every second of it. Marissa had made the trip down here worthwhile with her endless tales of her mischievous childhood and her overbearing older brother. She was the only person who’d seen Lorenzo in his human form for a considerable amount of time and I couldn’t help but wonder what that felt like. I was starting to understand why she felt it was her responsibility to make sure he found someone he would be able to share his life with because she wouldn’t be staying at the mansion forever. Lorenzo was having a meeting when we arrived at the charming, rustic country home nestled among rolling hills and lush greenery. I’d never been to one and it easily took my breath away at how spectacular it is. The exterior walls were clad in natural stone, and there was a pitched roof with overlapping tiles, providing a sense of warmth and coziness. The large windows, often with shutters, allowed natu
Talia’s POVI gripped the armrest with such force that I felt it snap underneath my wrist. The guilt that had once threatened to consume me was back and I didn’t know how to control myself. Realistically, I didn’t know what he wanted to talk about and it could be anything in particular but my mind wouldn’t stop thinking he had found out the truth about everything and he was about to pass judgment on me for betraying him. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Lorenzo began as he sat down next to me. “I haven’t been myself all day but it’s only a phase that’ll pass over soon,” I replied. “Marissa mentioned it and I can’t help but feel worried about your present condition. Is there something you’re not telling me?” “You’re worried?” I wasn’t sure I heard him properly the first time so I had to ask again. It didn’t fit Lorenzo’s description to be worried about a slave of his, it was only natural for me to be shocked about this revelation. Was he worried about me or was he worried ab
Talia’s POVI shivered slightly and Lorenzo caught sight of that. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You’re going to freeze out here.” “I think I’m fine. I’m enjoying the view too much and I’m waiting for Marissa to come back.” I replied. “She’s not going to be back any time soon. The mall is quite far from here as you must have noticed while you were coming and on a second note, when did you become this stubborn?” Lorenzo shook his head. “I think you’re rubbing off on me,” I blurted out before I could stop myself. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…I meant that—“Lorenzo’s laughter cut me short. “Come on, Talia. It’s too good a day to be pissed about anything.” I nodded and followed him in, welcoming the warmth as he shut the door behind us. “You need something to keep you warm?” Lorenzo asked as he walked towards the kitchen. “Yes but no alcohol, please. Tea would be fine.” I said, hoping he heard me. The house was empty aside for both of us. Lorenzo had sent most of his guards away whi
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“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