(Alana)Madam, madam…it's time,” I could hear a woman's voice calling out to me, unfortunately, I was too tired to lift a finger.“Go away,” I moaned and covered my head with a pillow. I would rather not wake up. My body was in complete agony that all I wanted was to sleep without any disturbances.“Madam, we will be late. It's time for the shoot,” the same woman said, this time she sounded as if she was taking things holding plastics judging by the noise.“Shoot?” I jerked up in fright when she mentioned the shoot. I sat up and glanced up only to find the woman staring at me with a smile.I forgot about the shoot. The woman led me out of my bedroom and kept telling me what was needed. Of course, I was nervous, especially when I recalled what happened the previous day when Ricardo and I went out for lunch.The mansion was huge, to be honest, I did explore all of it. The side where we were going was unfamiliar to me. It was beautiful and showed the back rear of the mansion. The gloriou
Ricardo went crazy when he found out the servants were careless enough to leave the oil on the stairs.“Sir…we cleaned the house just like every time,”“There…there was no oil on the stairs,” the servants said, defending themselves. They cleaned the house.“Sir… I can assure you they did a great job… I don't know how the oil got there,” Mrs. Marks said, lowering her gaze. Her boss was angry, it was scary to deal with him in such a situation.“So, all of you are telling me…the oil got there itself…” Ricardo asked sarcastically, he hired pathetic servants. He didn't even know why he was bothering them.“P-ease sir…we…”“You are all fired!” Ricardo growled out, scaring the living daylight out of the servants. Other than Mrs. Marks, the rest dropped to their knees begging him. Their job was the source of their income. If their boss fired them, then they would suffer“Ricky, calm down… I'm sure there's a powerful explanation," Camilo said, trying to calm Ricardo. “Their job is to make sur
(Alana)“Are you shy?” Ricardo's deep voice broke my trail of thoughts and I glanced up at him. The sizzling cold water caressed the bare skin that only his warm hands on me seemed to be the key source of heat.“N-no,” I muttered, shaking my head lightly. Both of us were supposed to be posing as the photographer was taking pictures of us in the water. Ricardo held me by the waist, while his other hand pressed on my back, holding me firmly. “Alana, do I make you uncomfortable,” he whispered while looking at me with a questionable gaze. I didn't understand why we were having this hushed conversation. My brain was screaming to run away before something happened. But I was trapped. The waves of the ocean gave a melodic sound which echoed in my ears, making a sweet rhythmic canopy.“You don't… I…” I tried to explain, but unfortunately, I couldn't voice out anything. There was a glimmer of amusement in Ricardo's eyes. A smile threatened to resurface on his face, but he seemed controlling h
(Alana)I helped Ricardo serve dinner. It was just the two of us. We sat in the lounge and he turned the TV on. We sat on the same couch and chatted while we ate."What movie is it," I asked while stuffing my face with more pasta. It was raining heavily, so I asked him if we could watch a movie."No idea…just chose the first one," he replied nonchalantly and the room was just utter silence, only the sound of thunder roaring could be heard. Even swallowing was audible.My eyes were fixed on the large flat-screen TV. The movie was about a single mother and the owner of the bank. Her husband divorced her and left her with a three year old little girl. The bank owner loved her but she didn't. Understood she was getting hurt for the second time."Do you think she should accept him?" I asked Ricardo, he seemed startled. He was probably into the movie as well."She doesn't like him, why lead him on," Ricardo replied, surprising Alana. It seemed he didn't understand feelings at all."But she
It was raining heavily even at the break of dawn. The chirping of birds could be heard from a distance. The cold breeze was blowing in through the open window, flapping curtains away Alana groaned in her sleep as she snuggled to the closest thing to her even more. She didn't want to wake up, especially with the cold weather. "Nice," she mumbled as her lips quivered upwards, unconsciously, her hand traveling down something hard and fleshy. She giggled in her sleep when she squeezed the hard flesh. It felt good, she didn't stop there but went down. Further down until her hand brushed against someone soft and hard. Was it a hard stick? Alana didn't know, she grabbed the long stick. It barely fit her small hands, but she wrapped her delicate fingers around it."Mmm," she moaned and started caressing it, stroking it and rubbing her thumb over the top. There seemed to be some liquid coming out. Alana didn't stop but continued her mission. Without knowing, her knuckles brushed against s
(Alana)When I woke up, it was the next day. I didn't know I would sleep so much. To my surprise, I didn't find Ricardo anywhere. I thought he was outside, but no. However, when I recalled what happened between us.“That fool, how can he leave me,” I felt irritated because after what happened between us? I knew things would change. We had such a passionate morning. I never knew Ricardo and I would have something so intimate and sacred.“What should I do… I'm his wife now, no doubt…oh Alana think,” I muttered, failing to keep myself from thinking about Ricardo. He broke my virginity. He was my first. “Ah!” I couldn't hold my laughter, of course, it was a big deal. For now, I had to calm myself. “Does this mean, you want me as your wife… Ricardo, I want us to spend some quality time together,” even if he wasn't with me. I longed to see him. My heart was restless. I just wanted to be in his arms, just like we had“Time to go,” I bet he had some important work to attend to. When I went d
Alana felt her knees weakening, her mind was in chaos. The video seemed real. Anyone would get angry,“You lied to me, is this your true colors,” Ricardo gripped her by the chin, his grip was hurting Alana. No matter what, she had never seen Ricardo so angry before. “Nothing happened… I.“ “In another man's arms? And you say nothing happened?” He let out a sarcastic scoff and let go of her. Alana only recalled that night. Yes, she went to Rocco's house, but she didn't do anything to ruin her marriage.“You don't believe me…tell me, Ricardo, look me in the eye and tell me you believe me,” she said boldly, her eyes fixed on his as she waited for an answer which never came. Ricardo turned the other way. He thought she did it. “I don't know what to believe anymore…just go,” he muttered coldly, Alana waited for a while but the man entirely ignored her.Alana wanted to ask Rocco why he did this. Was he the one who took a video? Did this mean he lied to her when he said nothing happened tha
“Why isn't she here? Tell me!” Rocco smashed more glass vases on the floor. The flowers and glass pieces were scattered everywhere. Even so, Alessio remained standing in a corner with his head lowered. Rocco was angry, he had been calling Alana for a while, but she wasn't answering.“Bring her here, no matter… I want her here working for me!” Rocco growled as he slammed his bloody fist on the desk, anger flashing in his eyes. Alana was ignoring him. All he wanted was to see her, but she was avoiding him. Ricardo was going down, and after that video, many didn't want anything to do with Ricardo. “Sir, please calm down…it's not good for your health,” Alessio said nervously, despite how scary his boss was. He was responsible for him. Rocco glanced over his shoulder at Alessio, did he know what was happening? How it felt to want a woman, but she wanted another man.“Tell me what I lack…why does she want him…a criminal?” Rocco muttered as he turned around and leaned against the desk. He w