Elegantly Wasted

~Unknown~ I'm just about to take another sip of my bourbon when a woman walks in escorted by a man dressed in a sophisticated black Armani suit. The man wears a cold hard expression leaving no room for emotion as he accompanies the woman. The woman is dressed in a dark grey mini dress with a wrapped upfront accentuating her hourglass figure. She has a curvilinear waste and saffron tint to her complexion as the dress creates room for a glimpse of her glossy skin. Her obsidian-black hair flows in waves over her shoulders her eyes having a light like sapphires, bright and hard. I recognize her as the youngest member of the Gemstone family; a family quite known for its wealth and prestige. Armando Gemstone and Henrietta Gemstone, the co-founders of one of the biggest corporate businesses in the state, happen to be the parents of the woman who powerfully strides across the floor, Edwina Gemstone. It was not an everyday affair for a member from such a prestigious family to walk into

~Edwina~ I stare at the phone once the line is dead handing it over to Alessandro who takes it. "Who is the man?"I ask still puzzled. "You'll know eventually,' he says dryly and I roll my eyes at him on hearing him call me princess. "Doesn't he ever do business face to face?"I ask trying to picture the man behind the voice I just spoke with. "Why? You already falling head over heels for him?" asks Alessandro amused as a little smirk appears on his face. "So what happens now?"I ask ignoring his snarky comment. "You wait for him to call the shots," says Alessandro like it's an obvious thing. I sigh frustrated that he wouldn't tell me anything more as I stand up leaving the club and getting into the same car that brought me here in the first place. All through the ride, my mind seems to replay the conversation I had with the man over the phone and I have to admit that it was quite a turn-considering how raspy and deep it was. I finally arrive back at my office in time to catch up wi

~Edwina~ "See you around Princessa," says Alessandro as the car pulls up outside the company building the doors automatically open and I step out Alessandro drives away. "I swear I will one day strangle you," yells my best friend Krystal as she storms up to me my eyes widening in shock. "What the hell?"I ask wondering what time she reached here as she stands in front of me asking in a high pitched tone, "Where the hell were you last night Ed?? And you better not feed me any form of bullshit!" I sigh knowing how dramatic Krys can be as I say, "How about we talk about this in my office Krys where we will not cause a scene?" "Sure," she mutters frustratedly as we walk into the building. "I call you many times last night and you never picked up. Where were you?"Krys asks angrily once we've settled in my office. I pull my phone out of my bag to see that indeed I had forty missed calls from her. "I'm sorry okay, last night Alexxis and I went out for drinks and shit happened, 'I sigh

~Raffaele~ "I'm sorry," says Edwina staring at me her eyes filled with remorse. My fists clench and unclench of their own accord as I grit my jaw turning my head away from her. No woman and I mean no woman at all has ever had the guts to look at me with the same intensity she does and even go-ahead to raise their hand at me. If Edwina was some other woman I would not have hesitated to put a bullet through her brain. I honestly do not know what riled her upon seeing Jasmine considering I spotted the emotion of jealousy flash behind her eyes before she quickly masked it up with anger. When she slapped me, I felt the need to show her who between the two of us is in control but I held back knowing if I did, I would scare her away. I hear Edwina rush to get out of the car and I can tell she is upset by my dismissive attitude as I pull out of the parking lot my throat burning for a drink. "What's got your panties in a twist?" asks Alessandro as we sit in my club and I drag the cigar of

~Edwina~ "Tesoro, "comes Raffaele's hardened voice as I continue to sit on the kitchen island. "What?"I ask icily and his jaw hardens and he says, "You can use my room for the nights you'll be here." "Sorry but I enjoy my personal space, "I reply sassily and he says, "That shouldn't be a problem, I have a lot of work to do" "I'm sure you do, "I mutter and he walks away leaving me to ponder over my thoughts, like what the hell is wrong with him? I get that maybe me being upset about last night is kind of irrelevant but does he still have to be an arrogant ass? I sigh standing up tired of wracking my brain for answers remembering the way to his room from the last time I was here. The room is quite familiar and darkened as I walk in, the famous masculine scent of his in the air. I don't know why but a small part of me wished that Raffaele could be here with me. I strip off my clothes walking to the shower where I take my time and when I'm done that's where the problem begins. I ha