“Good morning, madam,” Mrs. Marks said when she entered the room. Alana yawned a little and stretched her arms and sat upright. “Morning Mrs. Marks," she muttered while stretching herself, but something caught her eyes.“Um, how did I get here?” Alana asked with suspicious eyes and noticed she was wearing the dress from the party. Mrs. Marks didn't know what she meant.“I don't understand, madam?” Mrs. Marks said with a confused expression, and Alana cleared her throat awkwardly. “Where is your boss?” She asked while getting out of bed. She knew he slept outside. How did she end up in their bedroom wearing her nightgown?“Sir left early, should I bring breakfast here?” Mrs. Marks asked with a smile, and Alana was confused. Did Ricardo come back? But she called him and a woman answered. Could it be that he came in the morning?“No, don't mind…is Santi awake?” Alana asked while tying her hair in a bun, and Mrs. Marks nodded.“He's having breakfast downstairs,”“Okay, you may leave,” A
Alana smiled warmly as she watched Santiago respond to her. She was overwhelmed to know Santiago was eating the cereal she made for him. She only asked Rocco for two weeks to get herself settled. she spent a week getting close to Santiago. The next day was Monday, she had hired a new secretary for Ricardo. She was going to spend the entire week teaching the new secretary all about Ricardo's ways.“I can see he likes you…just look at him,” Mrs. Marks who was standing to the sides said cheerfully, encouraging Alana even more. “He's a cute boy… Mrs. Marks always make this fine oatmeal for him before going to bed,” Alana said, glancing up at Mrs. Marks, who nodded.“Since you came, Santi hasn't been having a hard time falling asleep… you are indeed magic, madam,” the woman said, making Alana feel shy, she was great with kids. Santiago was fine as long as he was understood. He was only 5 years old, sharp, and sweet.“In the past, he never liked any woman sir brought home…and you know sir
(Alana)He stripped off my gown and tossed it away and took off his and was only in his sweatpants. He came up to me. Nuzzling and kissing my every exposed part. His hand moved to my breasts and gripped me gently. I shivered at his touch. When he took my swollen nipple between his fingers and pinched it a little. A jolt of pleasure clouded my mind and I couldn't think of anything. My body ached as he continued kneading my skin, massaging my breast, he continued licking the succulent breast until his hot wet mouth circled the nipple he just tortured.“Baby,” I whimpered, unaware of the words escaping my throat. My hands moved to his head.“Ahh,” I gripped his hair and pressed him down my chest. He licked me and sucked on me. Took my nipple between his teeth and gave me pleasure. Unconsciously, my hand snaked down to my chest and brushed a little on my right breast. He wasn't sucking and started fondling it while arching my hips upwards. He slapped my hand away and grabbed my breastsI
Alana smiled from ear to ear, while Ricardo looked like he was about to explode from anger. Dennis stood to the sides with his head bowed, while the man dressed like an accountant stood in front of Ricardo.“He's Dario, your new secretary…he's qualified, you can check his CV,” Alana said as she introduced the man she hired to be Ricardo's secretary. “Y-yes sir… I won't fail madam who hired me…rest assured,” Dario stammered a little and adjusted his specs. Ricardo's expression turned sour as he scanned the so-called secretary. He was not bad, except for his oversized specs hanging at the bridge of his nose. He was wearing brown trousers with a slightly pink tucked-in shirt and good shoes. Light-brown hair and a small face with a well-trimmed beard. He wasn't built, but like a typical weak man. Either way, Ricardo was not going to entertain a clown working for him. His entire posture was rather weak.“I don't need him,” Ricardo simply said, and Alana frowned. She went through so much t
Alana arrived at the Salvatore fashion agency headquarters, her second day of work. It was everything she expected of a place where something so tremendous happened. Dennis parked the car right at the entrance and to Alana's surprise. Ricardo and some men in black suits came out of the building to receive her.“Thanks, Dennis,” Alana muttered to Dennis when he helped her get out of the car. Rocco came forward and he looked thrilled.“Welcome, my little angel,” Rocco said with a smile and took Alana's hand unexpectedly. “Thank you, Mr. Salvatore…but please be mindful of how you address me,” Alana corrected him politely. She didn't like how he called her pet names.“I see, and he can go,” Rocco remarked as his gaze shifted to Dennis standing behind Alana like a statue.“He's staying, he's my assistant," Alana smiled, but Rocco was not happy. As far as he knew, Dennis was Ricardo's right-hand man. Since when did he start following Alana around?“You don't need him. We have plenty of exp
Alana was tired of Rocco imposing things on her. Yes, she agreed to work for him, but he was taking things too far when he kept on bringing up things they had to do.Like going to check the new fabrics which came in. She saw no point in doing that in a haste. Besides that, he insisted on going to a meeting. She did not expect the press and paparazzi to be everywhere.The worst thing which could happen was being caught on camera with Rocco holding hands. She was his employee, not his woman. She made it clear countless times, but he was too muddle-headed to listen.“The new collection will be out of this world… I can promise you the world will be set on fire,” Rocco said to the two men and women seated before them. Alana met them, and they seemed to be some important wealthy clients of Rocco. They didn't stop bragging about how many expensive, unique clothes they bought from Rocco's company. How they were always the first ones to see his latest design.“We know you, and my wife is excit
Ricardo was in Santiago's room going through his latest drawings. To be honest, he didn't think his son would ever smile. The previous day, he was happy to see his little boy enjoying himself with his friends. It wasn't every time Santiago played with his friends. His teachers were always complaining about how he refrained from indulging in activities with other kids.“Do you like her?” Ricardo whispered while running his hand through Santiago's hair. Both were sitting on the fluffy carpet surrounded by Santiago's countless drawings. His son was busy painting something, just like every time. He was accurate and always concentrated on what he was doing.“You must like her… Boy spill it now,” Ricardo frowned, it was inappropriate for him to be talking to his son about Alana. But he was bothered. Especially with how he had been feeling lately.Ricardo picked up Santiago's sketchbook. When he flipped it open. The first thing he found was Alana. His son drew her accurately. The contours of
When The doctor was done attending to her. Alana managed to wear something loose and comfortable. She showed the doctor.However, on her way in, she noticed Ricardo was nowhere to be found.“Mrs. Marks…did he say where he was going?” Alana asked Mrs. Marks once she came to the bedroom. “No, sir was talking to Mr. Dennis and Dario but shortly after…he stormed out of the house,” Mrs. Marks said, recalling seeing her boss angry. Alana made a thinking face and wondered where Ricardo went. It was getting late…or did he have an important meeting. “Alright… I can't attend to Santi tonight…can you make sure he's alright,” “Yes madam,” Mrs. Marks nodded and left the room right away? Alana was bothered. She felt uneasy, especially when she thought about Ricardo.“I should call him,” she grabbed her phone from the side table and dialed Ricardo's number. To her surprise, the phone was ringing from within. It turned out he left his phone.“Strange,” Ricardo never went anywhere without his phone