My stomach began to turn as the phone rang in my ear, and I immediately felt sick to my stomach. I was rocked to my very core by the mysterious caller, and I thought that the carefully constructed facade I had been maintaining was about to fall apart. I was certain that now was the time when Russo would unearth the truth about my covert objectives, and I waited with bated breath for him to make the connection.On the other end of the line, though, I heard a voice that I was not familiar with speaking up. As I focused my attention on what was being said, my heart raced in my chest, and I found it difficult to keep my calm. Even though I am aware that it is not a member of the agency, I am unable to rid my heart of the feeling of dread that it provokes. The relationship of trust that I have established with Russo is extremely fragile at this point, and I do not plan to take it for granted. Russo, who had shown initiative by putting the call on speakerphone, urged me to carry on with th
The revelation that the man who had insulted me in the hallway was the same one who had shared my contact with the unknown caller left me in a state of bewilderment. Russo's revelation had shaken me to my core, and I couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen toopen me up to creeps.I turned to him, my voice trembling with curiosity and apprehension. "Why did he do it?" I asked, my gaze fixed on Russo's inscrutable expression.For a moment, Russo remained silent, his dark eyes locked onto mine as if he were searching for the right words. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension, a palpable unease that hung between us.Finally, he spoke, his voice low and filled with uncertainty. "I don't know why he did it," Russo admitted his admission carrying a weight of confusion and frustration.I couldn't help but sense that there was more to the story than he was letting on. The man had done so for a reason, and I couldn't dismiss the notion that Russo might be hiding something.The a
“Are you a virgin?” Russo asked me suddenly during a ride home, and I was flustered. We were coming from what he termed a drive through the city for fresh air, and I was mostly distracted. We were dressed casually, and his face was hidden behind a sunglass. He was holding my hands all through, and I couldn’t help the illicit thoughts my mind was making up. My eyes darted to the partition, and I wondered if the driver could hear him asking me the questions I would term inappropriate. The last time we had been together, he was only able to eat me out before he was pulled away for essential duties. This man usually confuses me; one day, he acts like I’m an enemy on his soil, and the next, he acts like I’m a vital part of his life. “Don’t worry, he can’t hear us.” He replied with a smirk, and I scoffed. I was far from being a virgin, but sex wasn’t something I enjoyed that much, especially with Mike. Sex for me used to be a chore, one that I did mainly just to avoid issues with Mike. N
The walk from the car is what I would term the walk of shame. I was so flustered and the fact that I just gave Russo a blow job in the back seat of a car while he claimed the driver can’t hear us. Russo noticing my discomfort, asked the driver to park at the underground parking and I smiled at him gratefully. He was still looking at me like he was still in a daze. Flashes of when he cummed in my mouth and I swallowed it only for him to kiss me right after attacked me. I had no idea what to expect when I took on the challenge and I’m glad I did. He got down from the car first before holding the door open for me, I nodded in appreciation before I made my way to the emergency elevator with Russo right on my heels. Somehow I felt the need to be alone, to return to my room. Whatever party it was, it’s time for it to be over. When the elevator stopped on my floor, Russo held on to my hand. I knew what he meant, he wanted us to take the party up to his room but I wasn’t in that mood again
I had no idea how to tell Russo that I wasn’t equipped to deal with him this morning. Watching him o the edge of my bed was doing things to me, everything I spent last night and this morning reminding myself of just flew out of the window. If anything, my attraction to Russo was still raging. “You’re running Alissa, even a blind man can see that.” He sighed and I went round to stand in his front. I needed him to believe that he has no power over me and I wasn’t running from him. I wasn’t scared of anything and I wasn’t scared that I might be too attached. Maybe tell him about how scared I am about him finding out that he’s frolicking with his worst enemy. “I’m not running, I’m feeling too sick and I didn’t want to bother anyone.” I replied softly and it sounded more like I was trying to convince myself instead of telling Russo. There was no way I’d be able to eat with this man sitting in my room and watching every move I make with an eagle eye. “Telling me you’re sick doesn’t mean
I screamed as the last of my orgasms hit me, and I watched Russo stare at me like I was some sort of trophy. He looked satisfied, almost like he had met his goal. I hate how much I was starting to overthink the sex, but watching him look at me like that didn’t please me like I thought it would. It even made me feel worse, and I felt like I shouldn’t have agreed to let him sleep with me or even spend the night in my bed. I got off the bed, and Russo’s hands reached for mine; he looked worried, and I swallowed painfully. There’s no way I could tell him how I feel. I didn't want to do that, especially since he has always accused me of running. Sex with him was enjoyable; scratch that, it was the best I’ve ever had. I don’t think I could quickly get the feeling out of my head. “Are you okay, Alissa?” he asked worriedly, and I wanted to scream no. I wanted to ask if that's how he treated all of his former personal aides and if that’s how he fucks every woman that shows up in his empire.
The bathroom door opens again and this time Russo stepped out. I was doing a miserable job trying to concentrate but I was far from it. I wanted to look up or something. “Why are you acting like a virgin Alissa?” He asked with a light chuckle and I sighed in relief. I had no idea why I thought he would be mad because I invaded his personal space. “Does a penis trigger the shy bride in your because I can swear that you’ve not moved your eyes from that same spot since I came in” he continued and I looked up to prove him wrong. I was visibly shocked and Russo looked like he was enjoying all of this. Russo was standing in the middle of the room, naked as hell and his body still dripping a bit of water. Somehow I wondered why he looked sexy but then I remembered he was naked. Alessandro fucking Russo was standing before me naked without a shame. I shut my eyes to keep the stupid thoughts out of my head, I wasn’t going to prove Russo wrong because of a stupid ego, I would rather I leave
Sitting by the car in a dark alley and laughing at whatever Russo was saying wasn’t one of the ways I pictured spending tonight. First, it was a fantastic dinner, and now it’s the tales. I tried to focus on the man and the way we were holding hands, but it was getting difficult for me. He was too tempting to resist, a beautiful temptation. “If you keep looking at me like that butterfly, I will take you here and have you fill this alley with your screams.” he retorted, which seemed to snap me out. I flashed him another smile. Since he packed the car by the side of the road and he got down to sit at the back with me, We’ve done a lot of things. We made out for almost fifteen minutes, and now we were just talking about random things; it was relaxing even for me. “I hated the whole class after that, and I never spoke to her or anybody again.” he continued, and I started to laugh again. He was telling me about the time in middle school when he got rejected, and he had to take it the hard