All Chapters of APHRODISIA : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

ZaraAs soon as I woke up this morning , I decided that I have in fact, had enough of Marcello Andres’ annoying me. No more crying myself to sleep over frustration or trying to help him keep his image in front of the media. I’ll show him why I never act out of character.There was a bouquet of white roses outside my room when I walked out of my room this morning. There was a note inside that read: Dinner tonight, 7pm. And that was that. No apologies, no promise to shave his head if he ever offended me again.Don’t get me wrong, the gesture was indeed beautiful but it wasn’t enough to soothe all the anger I have felt in these two months. Marcello Andres is going to have to tender a proper apology to me, even if I have to watch him choke on his overinflated ego.I called the girls on my way to work and we agreed to meet up later in the evening by 7pm.***On returning from work, the first person I run into is Celine with her signature scowl. I swear I’ve never seen the woman smile, s

Zara“ If you’re not being a brat,, then why do I want to spank you so bad?”My breath catches in my throat and every train of thought dissipates into thin air. “Wh…what?”He steps close and cages me between his body and the adjoining bedroom door. The heat from his body holds me in a vice grip, threatening to suffocate me if I don’t find air. But, not just any air, I want him to be the air. I crane my neck to look at him and audibly gasp at the intensity of his eyes. His eyes carry promises of things that could damn my soul and have me burning from the inside out but I don’t think I mind. He looks like he is fighting to stay in control of his instincts and for some reason , that excites me. That I am able to get Marcello Andres like this , looking feral like a prey. “ Yes, I want to spank you. When you’re being a brat, when you strut around in those skimpy night dresses that make me see red. I want to spank you until you can take it no more, until your legs are shaking benea

ZARAI’m still asleep but it feels like I’m in a trance. I hear the chirping of birds from outside the window, which is strange because even though this place is surrounded by trees, I have never heard a bird sing outside my window.Soft winds pass by in a whisper, lifting the blinds around and causing them to brush my skin. There’s a halo of sunshine around my face, making it impossible to keep my eyes shut for longer. The bed feels unfamiliar but comfortable. I fumble around to get hold of the extra pillows I keep around me. I can’t sleep without surrounding myself with them. My hand makes contact with a hard, silky surface beside me. It doesn’t feel like my pillow and that’s when the alarms go off in my head.Wait a minute! My bed is positioned on the middle of the room. So, why? Did I roll of the bed in my sleep? I jump into a sitting position first without opening my eyes but a sharp pain in my side halts me . I lay back down and slowly open my eyes, slowly regaining my beari

ZaraGetting called ‘baby girl’ by Mr. Grumpy threw me off for a minute. It was so unexpected that I had to look away to hide the fact that I was indeed affected . It’s the first time he called me anything other than Miss Parkinson or Sugar. I hated it.Yeah Zara, keep telling yourself that. Maybe you’ll believe it someday. Have I ever told you how much my subconsciously annoys me? Well, now you know.I arrive at the conference room behind Marcello in time for the meeting. There are four other people in the room — three men and one woman, including Michael Black. It feels good to see a familiar face. The dark haired man gives me a slight smile upon sighting me and I return his smile. I guess I see what Valerie sees in him . No, she hasn’t told me about it. I just happened to pick up on her not-so-subtle reactions when ever the man’s name is mentioned.Last time at our night out, Emily had asked her if she was currently seeing any one and she was vague enough to say she was currentl