Help Me Talk To Your Dad Please...

Help Me Talk To Your Dad Please...

Karissa's POV.

"I wonder what they are so focused on that won't make him come out so fast.." I mumbled as I sat down on the chair that was in the empty hallway to Marcello's office.

As I sat still trying to hold in my patience or peace and wait for Marcello to come out from his conference hall, the thought of him making me his personal obsession and being able to claim me for himself couldn't just get off my head.

I recalled every little word he had said to Ava the minute she tried interrupting Marcello and I sweet moments.

"He truly loves me huh!" I giggled, reminiscing about the past hours of my sweet married life.

Ava had the courage though but just like Marcello said, she was ill mannered.

And not to even think that I was so dumb to have believed they were having an affair in his office the second I opened his door.

Ava was actually the one trying to force him into kissing and touching her like his slut but he refused.

"She's my wife? Don't you d