All Chapters of FORBIDDEN INTIMACY: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The sky was a dreary shade of gray, the kind that blankets the world in a muffling stillness, as if nature herself was mourning. I stood by the freshly dug grave, my mother’s name etched in marble before me. "Maria Rossi – Beloved Mother," it read. The final rites were a blur of incantations and muffled sobs, a somber symphony of loss. My mother had been the anchor in my life, the one person who could see beyond the polished exterior of Luca Rossi, the billionaire CEO, and touch the raw, vulnerable soul within.The cemetery was cloaked in a respectful silence, interrupted only by the shuffling of feet on the gravel path and the occasional murmur of condolences. I wore my usual armor—an impeccably tailored black suit—but today it felt like a shroud, constricting and heavy. The priest's voice, low and monotonous, drifted over the sea of black-clad mourners, but his words barely registered. My eyes were fixed on the casket, a sleek, dark mahogany vessel that now held the woman who had be

His gaze held mine, smoldering with an intensity that sent a wave of heat through me. This close, I could see flecks of gold in those mesmerizing green eyes. "Let's get out of here," he murmured, his voice a low rumble against the backdrop of the club’s throbbing music. He gestured towards a hallway I hadn't noticed, partially hidden behind a velvet curtain.My heart quickened. My logical side, the one that had survived five years in Manhattan, screamed at me to politely decline, to order an Uber and retreat to the safety of my apartment. But something in his gaze, a mix of command and raw desire, short-circuited all rational thought. Besides, hadn't I come here for a distraction? This was certainly distracting.He must have mistaken my hesitation for reluctance, because a slow smile spread across his lips, making him even more devastating. "Don't worry," he chuckled, his voice a low purr in my ear. "It's not what you think. Unless you want it to be." With that, he rose from his

I woke up to an unfamiliar ceiling, disoriented and unsure of where I was for a moment. Luxurious, high-thread-count sheets caressed my skin, the scent of something expensive and masculine lingering in the air. Then, like a bolt of lightning, it all came rushing back. Mr Gorgeous. The club. The way my body had betrayed me, surrendering to his touch with an eagerness that still surprised me. My hand instinctively went to the space beside me, expecting to find it warm, but it was empty. Disappointment, sharp and unexpected, pierced through me. Had I really expected him to stay? He was quite the definition of a Playboy, tall, handsome, probably stupidly rich, for God’s sake, a man used to getting what he wanted and walking away without a backward glance. I turned on my side, burying my face in the pillow, inhaling his scent, and that’s when I saw it. A small, folded piece of paper resting on the bedside table. My heart skipped a beat as I reached for it, my fingers trembling s

The hours melted away, consumed by spreadsheets, market reports, and the daunting task of familiarizing myself with the inner workings of Rossi Enterprises. By nine o'clock, my brain felt fried, and my stomach rumbled in protest. I decided to check in with Mr. Rossi before heading home.His office door was slightly ajar, a sliver of warm light spilling out into the otherwise dimly lit hallway. I knocked lightly, my heart doing a strange tap dance against my ribs as I waited for his response. “Come in.”His voice, even through the thick frosted glass door, sent a tremor through me. I pushed the door open and stepped inside, my gaze immediately drawn to the imposing figure behind the desk. He was working late, just like me, his brow furrowed in concentration as he reviewed a document.“Mr. Rossi,” I began, my voice hesitant. He looked up, his dark eyes meeting mine, and for a moment, the weight of his gaze stole the breath from my lungs. "Miss Vargas." He acknowledged me with a cu

The meeting dragged on, each minute an eternity. I sat there, trying to appear composed, my mind racing with the promise Mr. Rossi had made. Every glance he sent my way, every subtle touch of his hand on the table, sent a jolt of anticipation through me. His hand, though, was a constant presence, a phantom beneath the table. I could feel the heat radiating from it, and the occasional brush against my leg sent shivers up my spine. He was playing a game, taunting me with the promise of his touch.The air in the room felt thick with tension. His hand, slipped under the table, found its way to my gown, tracing the delicate fabric, and sending a jolt of electricity through me. His fingers, bold yet gentle, moved up my thigh, reaching the edge of my panties. I held my breath, my body responding involuntarily to his touch, the sensation almost unbearable. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement. I had to be careful, this was a business meeting, not a tryst. But I couldn'