Chapter 12
Cristiano
This was going to be the last time I would be in a place like this. I told myself that numerous times as I stepped into the dimly lit booth of the nightclub. The air in the booth was thick with the scent of leather, weed, expensive whiskey, and the soft hum of conversation that couldn't be said in the open. My eyes scanned the place, already regretting the decision to leave the comfort of my home—my so-called honeymoon—for this meeting.
Ricardo, my right-hand man, had insisted that I handled it personally. Giovanni had been stirring trouble again, going after every one of my clients, and spreading threats to scare them for partnering with me. Normally, I would have let it slide and dealt with it at my convenience, but this time was different. Mr. Cassano was a major client, and he was close to pulling out of our deal because of Giovanni’s constant intimidation. Ricardo wasn’t up to the task of reassuring Mr. Cassano that all will be well, so here I was.
I stepped into the private booth, where the older man was already seated. There was a cautious smile tugging at his lips as he rose to greet me. The salt-and-pepper hair on his head was neatly combed back, and the lines of aging were evident on his face, more obvious than the last time I had seen him. I wondered briefly if it was the stress of dealing with Giovanni that had aged him so much, but who cares? Not me.
“Mr. Morano,” he greeted, extending his hand.
I took it firmly, locking my eyes with his. “This will be the last time I’m in a place like this, Mr. Cassano. You must’ve heard I’m married now?”
He laughed nervously. “That’s precisely why I demanded to see you, Cristiano. Marriage or not, business comes first, eh?”
I sat down on the plush leather couch, sinking into its softness. Oh goodness, I wondered how I used to be so comfortable being here. Right now, all I wanted to get this meeting over with. “There’s nothing to worry about, Mr. Cassano,” I said in a calm but firm voice. “You shouldn’t be scared when you’ve got my backing.”
Cassano sighed, reaching out for the bottle of whiskey on the table between us. He poured two glasses, offering one to me. I didn’t reach for it immediately. His hand trembled slightly as he took a sip from his glass, and I noticed the way his eyes darted to the door, as if expecting Giovanni himself to burst in at any moment.
“I know you’re capable of protecting me,” he said after a moment, placing his glass back down. “But I would rather not be involved from the start, you understand? Giovanni… he’s relentless. I don’t want to become collateral damage in whatever war is brewing between you two.”
I leaned back in my seat, finally curling my fingers around the glass he had offered. I took a slow sip, letting the burn of the alcohol settle in my throat before replying. “I’ll understand if you’re scared and can’t continue with the deal. Just know, from today, you’ll be my enemy if you back out.” My voice lowered, taking on the cold aura I used when I wanted to make a point. “And you know exactly how far I’ll go to torment those who go against me.”
Cassano let out a nervous laugh, and his smile started to twitch. “Oh no, Cristiano, I wouldn’t dream of crossing you. I just… I need something to hold on to. Some reassurance that this partnership is still worth the risk.”
I raised an eyebrow, already seeing where he was going with this. “Something like what?” I asked, my voice coming out calmer despite the irritation bubbling within me.
Cassano smiled, the greed in his eyes evident as he spoke. “A 10% increase on my end of the profit share. Just a little something to make up for the trouble, you understand?”
I let out a short laugh, shaking my head. “But that would make us equals, Mr. Cassano. Surely, you don’t think that’s fair?”
The old man chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Come on now, Cristiano. I promised my twin daughters a vacation this summer, and the extra income would go a long way.”
“Greedy old man,” I said with a smirk. Cassano’s laugh followed, but I could see the desperation in his eyes.
Still, I didn’t need the money. Not like him. And keeping him on my side for now was more important than pushing back on a small percentage. “Alright then,” I said after a moment. “If that’s what it takes, I’ll let you off this once.”
Cassano’s eyes gleamed in relief. He practically jumped to shake my hand, grinning ear to ear. “I knew we would come to an agreement,” he said. “It’s always a pleasure doing business with you, Cristiano.”
We shook hands again, sealing the deal, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to relax. This was just another transaction, another loose end tied up. But then Cassano, ever the opportunist, had one more card to play.
“I prepared a little something to commemorate our deal,” he said with a sly grin, licking his lips in a way that made my stomach turn. He clapped his hands twice, and the red curtains in the room parted.
Two women entered, both were slim, and they were in nothing but black lingerie and heels. Their movements were slow and deliberate, as if they had been trained for moments like this—which they are. One had her long black hair tied into a tight ponytail, exposing her sharp facial features. The other was blonde, her curls bouncing down her shoulders as she walked toward Cassano who had a pleased smile on his lips.
I had no interest in them. These types of “gifts” were common in my line of work, but I had made it clear to myself that I wouldn't be involved anymore. Or so I thought. Would one last time be that bad? She wouldn't even find out. Even if she did, what was she capable of doing? Refusing outright in front of Cassano would make things complicated. He expected me to play along, to indulge in his generosity as a sign of our partnership.
The woman with the ponytail approached me, her eyes never locked with mine as she straddled my lap. She placed her hands on my chest, leaning in close enough for me to feel the heat of her breath on my neck. Her perfume was strong, overwhelming, and it was challenging to fight the urge to push her off.
I didn’t want to be here. Not with this woman, not in this place. My mind was already drifting back to Annalisa, to the little moments we had shared together that were even more intimate than having the real action. No, this wasn’t who I was anymore.
But her hands trailing down my chest and further down to my abs were sending wrong signals to my body.
Chapter 13Cristiano“Get up.” My voice came out sharp, filled with the impatience boiling inside me. The slut on my lap froze momentarily, cocking her head confused at my sudden change of mood.“What, you don’t like where I touch, Sir?” Her lips curled into a seductive smile, and her hands resumed their slow, deliberate path down my chest.“I won’t repeat it.” My voice was colder this time, and she got the message. She slowly took her hands back, and then she stood up with a puzzled look on her face. I could see her calculating whether this was her fault or something else entirely, but I didn’t care.Her touch did nothing but remind me of how far I had come from this life, how much I had fought to leave it behind. But even now, standing in this dimly lit booth, I could feel the temptation to go back to my old ways. I could feel the pull, the same pull that had destroyed men better than me. But I wasn’t about to lose it all for a few minutes of pleasure.I couldn’t picture the look on
Chapter 14Annalisa I arrived home after the audition, feeling like the weight of the whole world was on my shoulders. As I stepped inside, I expected to find the house as empty as I felt. But to my surprise, when I entered the living room, Cristiano was there. I froze in surprise, taken aback by how he was sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and eyes closed, looking as if he were meditating or as if he were in another world entirely. His sudden presence caught me off guard; I knew it was his house, but I had assumed he would be out clubbing again. That’s where he spent most of his nights lately, wasn’t it?I stood at the entrance for a moment, debating whether to say something, or not. I chose not to, eventually. Our relationship had been so awkward these past few days, and I wouldn't want the words that come out from me as a result of my anger to ruin it further. Without acknowledging him, I turned and walked toward the stairs, hoping to have a good night's rest in my bedroo
Chapter 15Cristiano Annalisa turned away from me at the last second. She pulled back, and my lips landed on her cheek instead of where they were supposed to. My hands that had tried to cup her face were now hanging in the hair, confused as to why Annalisa had withdrawn when she had been leaning into the kiss just moments ago. Or, hadn't she? “Cristiano, I-I didn’t mean to… em—” she stammered, trying to explain herself even when it didn't matter anymore.“It’s fine.” To my surprise, my voice came out steadier than I felt. I dropped my hands on her shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “You must be tired. Go upstairs and freshen up.”She nodded without saying anything else, avoiding eye contact like she was scared of something, but what? Did she think I’d be mad about her pulling away? No, I wasn't mad at her, but disappointed? Yes, absolutely. Most women are dying to throw themselves at me, but Annalisa was different and I liked her for it. This wasn’t the first time she had hel
Chapter 16Annalisa Cristiano was impossible. There was no other word for it. Sure, I appreciated that he cared for me, but his way of showing it was completely over the top. A part of me wanted to scream at him for meddling in my life, while there was this other part that knew that, deep down, he had done it because he cared for me.I sighed, tossing my phone onto the bed as a yawn escaped my mouth. It was a new morning. Another day to face the world, and another day to try my best. I knew it was going to be difficult securing acting roles without an agency. That was why I had made up my mind to sign with one today. A real one—not Cristiano pulling strings in the background, not someone helping me just because of his influence that was backing me.This was about me and my talent. I had to prove to the world that I could stand on my own.Cristiano had agreed to drop me off. He had some meetings today as well, so it worked out. I made him promise not to get involved in today’s proceed
Chapter 1AnnalisaI could barely recognize the blue-eyed brunette staring back at me in the mirror. It was me, I knew. But at that moment, I felt like a prisoner preparing to be judged. Tomorrow, I would marry Giovanni Rossi, the man who controlled my father's business and soon, me. I couldn't complain because I had been raised for this; Marrying him wasn't about love, it had never been. This was simply a business deal where I would be the sacrificial lamb. A knock on the door to my hotel room interrupted me from overthinking like every other time. “Anna? It's me,” the voice of my elder sister, Bianca came through the door. “Can I come in?” She asked.I had no idea how, but Bianca always managed to escape from my father's dark decisions. It was always me, all the time, sometimes I even began to question if I was truly his child.“Come in.” I forced out as smile as I stood up from the chair, waiting for her to come in. Bianca entered in the usual way she had always been, her brown h
Chapter 2Amelia“It hurts!” Yes, it was my first time. And apart from the roles that involved kisses when I acted on a movie set, this would be my first erotic kiss too. I was on the bed now, and he was in-between my parted legs. As he penetrated into me, the sharp sting made me sober and my vision became clear at that instance. I couldn't stop myself from crying out. He must've noticed my discomfort as he paused for a moment, allowing me to adjust to his size. Did he realize I was a virgin? I think so, because he took my lips into his in a soft, reassuring kiss. His hands tightened on my hips, and instead of withdrawing, he resumed his movement but this time, they were slower deliberately.The initial pain I had felt slowly got replaced with pleasure as I found myself responding to his every touch. He wasn't whispering those erotic and beautiful sentences I would have wanted, but his low groans and hitching breaths whenever he pushed deeper into me turned me on even better. His
Chapter 3AmeliaI was kneeling in tears before my father who had his back against me. This man was meant to be enjoying his mid-fifties by resting, but all he always had on his mind was money and power. And my mum? She was standing at a corner in the study room, her presence almost non-existing as her opinions never really mattered when it comes to taking decisions.“Annalisa,” he finally turned to face me and I saw a look of disgust in his eyes. “You have disgraced this family.” His voice was unusually calm, but I knew one slight mistake would make him lose control.I opened my mouth to defend myself, but my father cut me off before I could utter a single word. That was it, he snapped. “You foolish decisions has ruined my chance of getting an investment from Giovanni!” Of course, that was all he cared about. “You leave me no choice, Annalisa. We will be holding a press conference to formally disown you.” “Lorenzo—” my mother was taken aback the same way I was surprised.“Hush, woma
Chapter 4Annalisa Surely, they must've noticed my presence but their lips remained locked in a passionate kiss for like forever as if I didn't even exist. My heart clenched in my chest painfully, and for a brief moment, I couldn't move. But then the anger in me bubbled over, forcing me forward.“Bianca!” I yelled when I couldn't endure the sickening sound of their kiss anymore. They ignored my confrontation, Giovanni’s hands on her waist tightened instead as if claiming her right in front of me. “Bianca!” I yelled again, feeling so furious as I lunged forward and tried to separate them. But my hands barely made an impact against their entangled body.Finally, Bianca peeled herself away from Giovanni with a smirk at a corner of her lips. “Oh, Annalisa,” her voice had this fake sweetness that infuriated me even more. All I wanted to do was hit her at that moment, but I controlled myself.“What are you doing here?” She asked.“You set me up with someone in that room, didn’t you?” My vo