Third person's point of view...
The sharp edge of the broken bottle pierced Maria's skin and blood gushed out of the slit that she made on her neck by herself.
The moment was filled with mixed emotions of agony, grief and sadness. Looked like the time just stopped. Maria cried blocking the view of her brother's face once she shut her lashes together at the pain growing in her neck. "Maria!" Max almost stumbled with his step and fell on Maria's step while he attempted to pull the broken bottle from Maria's hand.
He quickly snatched the broken bottle from her hand. Throwing it on the floor he gritted his teeth along the noise of shattering bottle. It broke on the floor in tinier pieces than the brown glass table.
Huffing between his red angry eyes, Max placed a tight slap on her face. "Are you crazy, what if something has happened to you? Not about yourself but at least think about me, Maria Stokes!" he screamed
Max glanced himself in the big mirror that came in his way towards the drawing room. That was where Kevin has taken Stella to wait until he arrived. He combed his hair with fingers and attempted to flatten the creases on his coat. Maria had her fingers curling under his coat to strongly that visibly crumbled creases can be seen clearly. Max was fidgeting to flatten them when his eyes landed on the coat of white shirt inside the coat. "Shit!" there was blood, Maria's blood. It must have soaked within his shirt when she was cuddling him possessively. Max thanked his luck and decision for having looked in the mirror before appearing across her, other wise she could have noticed that too and doubted him way too much since he was not injured at all. He does not want her to see him in condition that would make her feel suspicious of him. Not at least at the moment when he can't wait to see her begging to him for the job.
Max's point of view...Just as the sun gave its visit, my eyes opened feeling the warm rays of it falling my face. I can't hold my excitement of seeing her face after going to the office today. Quickly throwing the blanket on the bed beside me, I stretched my arms sitting straight on the bed, shirtless. The cool and chilly winds coming from the air conditioner hit my skin and making my morning joyous. Leaving the bed with a yawn I removed my office wear and placed them on the bed while I dashed in the wash room with a towel. The warm drops of water falling from the shower overhead soothed my skin. It felt like all the sluggishness and exhaustion was spurting out of my body and combining with the water before it slipped off me. I pressed my hair behind letting the water fall on my face. I don't remember as to how many days did I waste to search Stella Miller, the mafia king's daughter. I worked d
16Third person's point of view... After Stella bought him the cup of coffee, Max forced her to sit in the chair and write an email for him. He dictated her the words while she, as his robot, typed the words in the laptop without looking up at him. "We shall provide you with the calculations of the same, once your company has abided with the rules." Max dictated, the sound of the clicking keys of the laptop rung along with his voice in the room. He smiled with a poker face, watching how she resisted him. Her expressions, those expressions were irritating. He can sense her feeling annoyed and vexed from time to time still, Stella did not utter a word in protest. "Hey, erase the last paragraph, I think it is not threatening. Shouldn't it look like the boss has sent it?" Stella widened her eyes as a sigh escaped her lips. "What? Don't stare me and do as I say. When
17Stella stuck her eye lids shut tight feeling her lips being chewed and licked. She battled to push him away but sadly, his iron like body was making every of her attempt to fail. Her heart exploded at the obnoxious feeling of being kissed by his lips. Wasn't he her boss, and she, his employee. How on earth can he play with the rules as that of a professional and do such a thing with her employee! Was not he scared that She can accuse him for sexual assault during work hours. Did not he have any fear of being caught by anyone? No, he did not have any sort of fear. And Stella knew why! He was a freaking boss and who would believe that he tried to kiss her. Poor Stella, stood as a helpless sculpture having taken advantage of her sanity, by her boss. And unfortunately, she was helpless in the hands of financial problems that she can't even push him back and do anything.
18Stella's point of view... Within thirty minutes we reached the New York Airport. Every moment I spent with him, I felt nasty of my own self. I was not like this, how did I change then? Even after knowing the meaning of this trip, I agreed. This was nothing but the beginning of my difficult life and physical life. He had made it clear with his words why he hired me, still with no doubt, I agreed to him and here, I sat beside him in the waiting lounge next to him like his mistress. I was lucky and thankful to God as we were in a private waiting area that was only for wealthy and rich people like Max Stokes, or else I don't know, how would have I tolerated the narrowed gaze of the passer by. I was lost in my own thoughts when a man well dressed in all black, appeared before my boss and said, "The place is ready." to him. Max nodded and straig
19The nap was good but the arrival of the destination was not. Those disgusting looks the people showered on me, crowing me with a filthy gaze crumpled my stomach. They stared me as the new whorish feminine of Max Stokes as I walked beside him in the air port. We have reached Milan fifteen minutes ago only and, as for now we were going to the parking lot where his guards were waiting for him. I stuck close to Max as the eyes of the people around stared us. They were piercing through my heart. The disgust on the face of girls seemed as if I stole their husband from the bed! The jet landed in the mid hours of the day when the sun was furiously radiating the heat. The weather was not something one like me, who was adapted to coldness could enjoy.Unable to tolerate the suffocating humidity I threw my over coat and scarf to let the fresh air hit me. "Wow, that feels good." I murmured to myself.
20There were soo many emotions, I meant so fucking many emotions that I cannot name them out all!And much to my exasperation, there was no tinge of lust in his eyes then. Was I really looking into his, The Max Stokes' eyes?The car entered inside the gate of a massive villa, and I was pushed in my seat like before. When I looked at his face again, he turned it around looking outside the window as if nothing happened. Yet, his words, every freaking word he spoke to me just now, repeated in my head. Did he really meant what he said? Any ways, our car halted near a small cabinet beside the gates. An extremely hot looking security jumped in front of us. He smiled while his fingers saluted Max. "Welcome to Milan again, boss." he wished Max whereas I occupied myself in examining the place. It was indeed a place where wealthy people dwell and which I only had seen fr
"Stella! Stellaa!!" Feeling a tug on the shoulder amidst the melancholic call of her names Stella bolt open her eyes.They met with the quizzical face of her boss whose eyebrows were shrunk together above his eyes. His lips slightly pouty quivered indicating his amusement. Stella moved backwards, far away from her bosses reach and heaved a breath that was stuck in her throat and choking her respiration.She looked around and then at her close. Her cilium fastened concurrently upon the realization of standing in piece— unharmed and grateful."Are you there in this world?" She unfolded her eye lids with a grasp when his question hit her.Oh how can she forget, the boss was standing right there.Stella sucked another breath while she sensed her face running wet with sweat to herself. She upped her fingers and touched the tips