"It's just a three-month contract, you'll work for me for three months," Rocco said and placed a file on the desk and half sat near Alana. She adjusted her skirt and shifted a little away from him."What exactly will you achieve huh?" Alana asked, wanting to know what exactly was his problem. Rocco let out a chuckle as his lips quivered upwards."I want you Alana…just say yes to being my wife and I promise to give you everything you desire," he muttered softly looking straight into her eyes. Alana felt uncomfortable under his gaze, hence she averted her eyes from himAfter he forced her to have breakfast with him. He brought her to the headquarters and gave her a tour of the place."I'm a married woman, is it too hard to understand," she only said yes to him because she wanted to protect Ricardo and his company from getting ruined by Rocco. The man was so shameless as to openly say something so shameful. "What do you know about him?" Rocco asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously and
(Alana) Nothing scared me more than getting intimate with a man, when I was a teenager, I always stayed away from men. Especially those who showed interest in me. The reason my friends called me a coward was that I was a virgin even in college. After that time at the party with Ricardo, I knew my body and feelings were acting up. It was hard to ignore what my heart was feeling. I sat in front of the mirror, combing my hair, when in actual senses I was reminiscing the times Ricardo and I were making out in his office. What was that, how did we reach that stage? My heart was confused more than my brain was. What happened that evening was out of my hands, I kept asking myself if I was attracted to my husband. “How come?” I thought, only to realize I said the words out loud. Slamming the pink hairbrush on the table. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Creased my hair a little. “I'm beautiful, right?” I muttered while feeling my face, it was smooth. My fingers slid down my ch
The party was vibrant, Alana thanked her lucky stars Ricardo didn't say a word about her phone call situation. She had to pretend as if nothing happened.Both got inside, after letting the reporters take as many pictures as they wanted. Ricardo was equally a celebrity. He was part of the fashion industry; hence he was well known. The question about his private life came, and Alana was shaken. She had to pose for cameras with Ricardo as a couple, as his wife. She heard some good compliments from people and bad ones.Some said she wasn't what they were expecting. They thought he would marry a top model or famous fashion designer or famous actress.Alana wasn't bothered, she was ready for this, despite how uncomfortable she felt.“She's beautiful, I have to say you have good eyes, my friend,” one of Ricardo's acquaintances said referring to Alana. Of course, Alana felt shy hearing the men compliment her nonstop.“She's a gem to keep, now I understand why you chose to hide her from us…she
Alana was feeling awful, she didn't expect Rocco to show up and ruin everything. The party had turned sour after a pointless scandal fueled by Rocco and nosy reporters who kept making up fake news. Rocco left when Ricardo called the police and accused him of trespassing. Either way, the fire was already fueled and Ricardo didn't want to talk to her. He had Dennis take Santiago home.“I can explain, it's not what you think,” Alana muttered and tried, certainly, to explain the situation to Ricardo. He didn't even look at her. He was furious and that scared her. Alana didn't like what happened earlier. She regretted not telling him that she took the job Rocco offered her.“You are just a wife by name…why should I care what you do, huh,” Ricardo said coldly, he didn't care what she did with her life. There was no relationship between them. He was forced to marry her and nothing else.“I'm sorry, I'll still work for you and…”“I don't need you, I hate the sight of you…you disgust me, just
“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