Aldo offered Sarah a ride to town. Of course she accepted it, it’s
not like she had another means of getting there. There was so muchwork to be done, she was quite proud of herself for getting this far.Without, you know, breaking down. She tried her best, it was bestie’swedding after all. The car ride took almost two hours and the whole time Sarahwas going over her duties in her head trying to create the schedule inher mind and get things in order. The sited next to her, Aldo was quitebusy himself, staring endlessly at his tablet. Seemed to be going oversome work. Sarah stopped for a moment. He was so focused, if shestole a glance he wouldn’t notice would he? She took one look, just onelook, and quickly retracted her gaze. He was too beautiful, too much tocomprehend with just one glance so she looked again. Unfortunatelythe second time wasn’t as stealthy as she had hoped it would be. Theireyes suddenly met, caught up in a super tensed atmosphere, there wasno way to look away. She suddenly felt like a child who had beencaught doing something bad. Then his lips parted and he said a fewwords, none that she heard. She was completely mesmerized andchose to indulge in the sensations around her. His brown eyes, theperfect nose bridge, lips that were just the right size shape andplumpness, a chiseled chin, prominent cheek bones and such a definedjawline. His face was enough, why did his body have to also be so good?And as if those were not enough, his composure, his aura, all the tinygestures he made –there was no denying the fact that this man wasfine. As he spoke, she watched his Adam’s apple bob up and down,his lips slowly opened and closed and his sexy voice carried andinaudible charm. He was audible enough, she could not hear himthough. This thirsty woman was focused on other things until she heardhim call out here name. “Sarah?” he said with slightly furrowed brows. She had been lookingat him the whole time but he felt like she wasn’t listening. “Huh? Yea?” she quickly snapped out of her dazed state hoping shewasn’t caught. Too late sweetie. “I asked when you will be done today. Do you need a ride to yourhotel afterwards, I can one of my drivers to come pick you up, just tomake sure you are safe.” “Oh, no need for that. I’ll be just fine. Thank you for bring me all theway here, I’m truly grateful.” She just realized the car had stopped andshe was in front of the Canossa’s family house. “It was my pleasure. Enjoy your day.” He said smiling with his eyes. “I’ll try, enjoy yours too. It was nice meeting you Mr. Accardi.”She said with a quick smile as the driver opened her door. She steppedout and waved at the vanishing car. Taking a deep breathe she rang thebell and shortly after the gate was open. “Well, here goes nothing” shethought to herself as she walked into the formidable building. On the other end of the city a black Benz drives into the parking lotof a huge building. About a dozen people wait patiently as the man inthe passenger sit gets out of the car. With a bow the all great him inunison. Not a word escapes his lips. He starts walking towards theelevator and the people behind him follow him cautiously. A youngwoman quickly goes Ove what seems to be his schedule for the day. Hisface remains expressionless as he listens to her speak. The littlesecretary struggles to keep up with his long strides, by the time hissteps come to a halt in front of the elevator her breath is heavy anduneven. Without looking at her he says, “you should work out more, youlook like you are about to faint. Unless you expect me to slow down foryou.” He said the last part with a dangerous look in his eyes. She couldsense it in his voice and quickly responded. “Not at all sir, I’ll take care of it.” she had been working here for 8months. That is longer that the last secretary and the one before that. Itwas said that working for him was extremely difficult but so far she haddone her best because she couldn’t afford to lose her job. She quickly regained her composure and as soon as the elevatoropened she motioned for him to get in and followed along with abodyguard. The rest of the guards took the stairs. They walked througha corridor into the chairman’s office. The secretary took her seat at thedesk outside and the guard stood beside the door after opening it forthe chairman of A.S.R group of enterprises, Aldo Accardi to walk in. Lana, the secretary could sense that the air round her boss wasdifferent today almost like he was in a good mood. That was indeedrare, this man’s temperament was like the weather in Antarctica, coldand fucking pissed all year round. Was the sun about to shine in theNorth Pole? The thought made her shiver. Today it seemed not only Lana could tell the different in hiscomportment. Even the executives and team leaders who had meetingswith him today found him particularly bearable. There was a lot ofchatter about it during lunch some speculated that he had fallen inlove. Others said he must have been impressed with the year’s revenuequota. Yet a few said he may have been diagnosed with a fatal illness and was trying to make merits before his death. Whatever the casetheir no nonsense CEO seemed to be in an undeniable good moodtoday. Somehow, instead of putting everyone at ease his changedbearing seemed to cause a great deal of uneasiness amongst theworkers. Everyone was on their toes. Who know why he’s so happy orwhen his mood will change again. No one would want to upset him onsuch a good day. Through the ruckus he had caused, our CEO sat comfortably in hisoffice thinking about the sweet nothings that whispered into his earslast night. It was already mid-July and summertime temperatures weresoaring, in this air conditioned luxury of an office Aldo’s mindcontinued to linger and dwell on those thoughts so much so that hecouldn’t focus work anymore. What was she doing? Did she have lunchyet? Was she properly shaded from the scorching sun? Should he texther? Would she find that weird? These questions lingered on his minduntil he came up with a solution.Once Luciano drove Sarah back to the mansion, she went staight to bed, ignoring the feast spread out on the dinner table for her.The room was suffused with an empty stillness that pressed down on her. Sarah sat on the edge of the bed, her silk robe loosely draped over her, as though even the effort of tying it properly was too much. The faint sound of the wind as hit ruffled the leaves outside her window only reminded her how far away Aldo was. It had been days since he left Venice, his first business trip since they’d started dating. She had been proud of herself at first, handling his absence with grace. But now?Now, she missed him so intensely it ached.The cool silk of the robe brushed against her bare legs as she stood, walking aimlessly to the bathroom. Her fingers fumbled with her phone, hovering over his name. She hesitated—she didn’t want to seem needy—but the yearning bubbling inside her was unbearable. Finally, she typed a message:I can’t sleep. Are you up?His reply came
While Aldo struggled to navigate complex work dynamics, Sarah was back in Venice, living like a pampered wife. Beraldi followed her closely, never letting her out of his line of sight as she strutted from one shop to the next with Julia hooked around her arm.Honestly, Sarah thought it was a waste of time to have Beraldi around. Julia had a fleet of men following them anyway. Some carried her bags, others stood there for protection, and a few more just hung around waiting to be ordered by her. Seeing the affluence that her friend seemed to carry, she couldn't help but feel bad for the poor man who had been following her around in silence all day.By noon on the second day of this shopping spree, she urged him to go back to the mansion. As she expected, he said he was fine and continued to follow her around.On the third day, she asked again. “Are you sure you’re okay? You really should go back home. I’m fine with Julia’s guards.” To her surprise, he actually took the offer. Glancing o
The private dining room of one of the city’s finest restaurants was a picture of opulence: gold-trimmed walls, a crystal chandelier overhead, and a table set with the finest china and silverware. The atmosphere was intimate but heavy, the kind of place meant for deals whispered over wine and perfectly seared steaks.Aldo leaned back in his chair, his sharp suit spotless, his expression unreadable. Across from him sat Leonardo Valentino, the head of the Valentino Syndicate, a man in his sixties with a thick head of silver hair and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Between them, a bottle of red wine sat untouched, though Mr. Valentino had poured himself a generous glass.“Aldo,” Valentino began, swirling the wine in his glass, “it’s been too long. I must say, it’s good to finally have you here in my city, breaking bread with me.”Aldo tilted his head slightly, offering a polite but distant smile. “Your invitation was… intriguing.”Valentino chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that e
Noticing Marco’s weird movements from the rearview mirror, aldo sat up a little. He glanced over to the side window, he looked but failed to see what Marco was constantly checking for. “Problem?” Aldo asked, his voice low.“Maybe,” Marco replied, his tone tight but calm. “Hang on.”Marco’s fingers danced over the console, flipping a switch that dimmed their taillights to make their brake signals less noticeable. He tapped a button on his earpiece, activating a private channel to the rest of Aldo’s security team.“This is Marco,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “We’ve got a tail. Black sedan, four cars back. Requesting backup and confirmation on hotel perimeter security.”The reply crackled in his ear almost immediately. “Copy that, Marco. Two vehicles en route to your location. ETA five minutes. Hotel perimeter is secure—no unusual activity reported.”Marco nodded, though his grip on the armrest tightened. Five minutes might as well have been an eternity if these guys dec
From the moment Aldo’s plane touched the ground he had been working nonstop. Now as he sat prominently, surveilling everything around him he had to try hard to curb the anger he was feeling inside. He had left his lover at home for this.The room was thick with smoke, the soft glow of an ornate chandelier casting golden shadows on the polished mahogany table. Around it sat a dozen men, each clad in tailored suits that whispered of power and wealth, but the tension in the air was undeniable. At the head of the table sat Aldo Accardi the man whose name alone sent shivers down spines. His dark eyes swept over the room, calm yet piercing, like a predator waiting to strike."Let's get straight to it," Aldo began, his deep, commanding voice cutting through the silence. "When I first invited you to join my organization, it wasn’t just a business proposal. It was an opportunity to turn everything we’ve worked for into something... enduring. To give your families a legacy that doesn’t depend on
“Is that what the late-night call was about? You’re leaving?” “You make it sound like I am abandoning you.” “Aren’t you?” “Not at all, silly. I’ll be back on Saturday,” Aldo said as he pulled her onto his lap. “Can I go with you?” “I’m afraid not.” “Why? I’m so bored here. I don’t want to stay here forever! I was traveling around before I met you, and now it feels like I’m being detained.” “This is a work trip. It’s not the kind that one would bring a significant other to. It won’t be fun at all, and you will barely get to see me for the time we are there. Besides, you’re not being detained here. You can go out anytime you want.”Sarah huffed with disappointment. Alas, she couldn’t fight him on this. So silently, she surrendered.Just then, Marco walked into the dining hall. It was already 10 in the morning, and Beraldi was waiting outside to meet Aldo. “Tell him to come in with Lucciano.” “Yes, boss,” Marco replied, bowing respectfully before stepping out to bring in the two