Narrator's POVThe man was standing alone on his balcony while smoking and staring into the starless dark sky with all seriousness, when someone entered in the darkness. Sir, the deed has been done. The new comer said from where he stood in the darkness which made it very hard to identify who it was. How is she going on with the plan? He asked while puffing off another round of smoke from both his mouth and nostrils.Everything is going smoothly so far, and I think he is actually falling for her. He replied immediately, and the older man smirked. Yeah, I completely trust my daughter's ability in doing that, I mean she managed to Smit you with her charms too, and you were heads over heels in love with her. The man said in an amused and mocking tone, while the other guy looked away with a smug look on his face. I'm afraid she is falling for him too. The guy who appeared to be Marco said and Mister Gilberto's eyes widened from shock. No, my daughter can never be that stupid. I know
Narrator's PovHe pressed her even more harder to the door, while covering up every available space between the two of them, while kissing her with everything in him. The kiss was becoming very intense, and they couldn't bring themselves to stop. He picked her up while still never breaking the kiss, and moved towards his couch, were he lay her gently, and then began his sweet torture on her. His mouth left hers and gently moved to the neck region, kissing and sucking, and from there it slid down to the collar bone, and towards her boobs. It was once his lips landed close to her boobs that her senses returned fully to her, and she immediately pushed him off her, and stood immediately not minding her ragged breath. She at that point couldn't bring herself to look at him, and she while covering herself as much as she could away from his intense glance on her swallowed hard while looking every where else but his face. Elena! He called suddenly, and she felt a shudder run through her a
Narrator's POVHe watched her run off in tears and he felt his heart trumble in discomfort. It was never supposed to be like this. He wasn't sure anymore if he still hates the lady as he claims he does, and he knew deep down that she was dangerous, but all he wanted any way was to get closer to her as the day goes. It sounds very stupid, and even to him as well because he was not supposed to feel anything apart from hate for her, but again she didn't wrong him in anyway, or did she?Sighing for the up teem time, he returned to his office with a deep frown on his face, and his phone rang immediately he got there. Picking up his phone, he realized that it was his mom calling, and that he had already missed two of her calls before now. Somehow he knew why she was calling, and braced himself for the out come of his mom's calls. Mom! He called simply as soon as he answered her calls, and the older woman sighed from the other side of the line. Thank God you answered your phone, I was be
Narrator's POVVincent had just returned from the company, when he received the news that his 3 cargos of special arms and weapons had been stolen from the port. He was stressed that was for sure, but he wasn't willing to let it show. Duello as usual found his spot standing right in front of him inside his home office where he now was, walking around in deep thoughts and anger. Who leaked the news to them? He asked Duello who sighed before answering. I am still on it sir, I will get the information needed as soon as possible. He said quietly, and Vincent groaned. Could he possibly go a day without troubles of any sort? He wondered as he turned towards the window calmly, and began to think of possible ways to recover the stolen weapons. Whoever took those weapons would still have them in his possession, because there is no way 3 cargos of Italian arms would have left this region in two hours. I need you to track down every truck or any movements of any sort that could be related to
Narrator's POVShe stared at him as though he had just vomited a load of rubbish, and then she scoffed. Please tell me you are joking. She said with a surprised expression on her face, but he only shrugged. It is either that or your life. He said in a low voice that sent chills through her, and she frowned at him. Was he really threatening her or what? She wondered with a frown directed at him but his face remained static. If I don't stay with her, where else could I possibly stay? She asked him in despair, and he didn't need any thinking process because the desired answer was in his brain. You can stay here until everything is resolved; I have many rooms in this mansion. He told her and even before he could complete the statement, she was already shaking her head in refusal. No, I can't stay with you. She told him firmly and he frowned. Maybe she was refusing because they fought. Hey Elena, this isn't anything we could take for granted. You not staying with me are completel
Narrator’s POVHe walked off without any fore warning, and she quickly went after him while consistently dragging down the shirt as she half ran after him. They made their way through the wide sitting room and out of the mansion which seemed all familiar too her. Butler Ken had immediately got to clean up the table as soon as they left, and she somewhat felt sorry for having the old man clean up her mess. He led her towards the car park where about six of his men were waiting for him, including Mark whose eyes widened in surprise on seeing her wearing his boss's shirt, but he quickly masked the surprise with a look of seriousness. Duello held the door to the choice black car Vincent had picked out of the thousands of other expensive looking cars, and she went in first as directed by him. As soon as she was sitted, he entered the car as well. They sat side by side, while Elena tried her best to focus on her breathing instead of the fact that their shoulders were touching from how c
Narrator’s POVThen get him to marry you! His words kept echoing in her head, as she found herself unable to make any other movements. Slowly, she turned to face the man who was staring at her with a cold look on his face even though his mouth was pulled into a grin which didn’t quite lighten his face at all. Determined not to let the man ride or intimidate her, she gave him a fake smile which was so obvious that the man’s eye widened a bit at her expression. Well with all due respect sir, I know you mean well, but I had like to remind you that you really have no right over your son’s relationship, and we will decide to get married if we feel like and when we want. She told him in a voice that gave out completely nothing, and the man’s eye narrowed at her slightly. Even though he was troubled by her choice of words, he smiled at her boldness and nerves to talk back at him with no fear at all. Just a little number out of a huge number would even stand before him without shaking, not
Narrator’s POVElena, wake up! She heard a voice call her softly followed by a little tap on her shoulder, and she slowly opened her eyes to see her boss/fake boyfriend staring down at her with an unreadable expression. Are you awake now? He asked and she blinked twice before nodding. He nodded as well and then moved away from her, only to stand up and began to walk away. She sat there confused, trying to understand what exactly was going on until her eyes went outside the window, and only then did she understand that they had arrived. The jerk couldn’t just tell me that, could he? She mused and grumpily stood up and followed his retreating back out of the plane only to see that he wasn’t at the foot of the plane waiting for her. She was getting very annoyed at his recent behavior until she saw a figure coming her way, and a middle aged man dressed in a black suit walked to her and bowed. Bienvenue à Paris madame, j'espère que votre voyage a été agréable. He said while still bowi