Alana felt ashamed, she felt humiliated by what was happening. She should have known the dress didn't come from Ricardo. She was the fool to have fallen for such a cheap trick and looked at Rocco smirking like he owned everyone. She just wanted to slap him and remind him where he belonged"Aren't you ashamed, I'm not interested in whatever you proposed," Alana muttered through gritted teeth. Her hands clenched tightly. Ricardo wasn't saying anything but the fire burning in his eyes was enough to blow Rocco to smithereens "She's my wife, how dare you…who do you think you bastard!" Ricardo made a low yell and grabbed Rocco by the neck, his actions were so fast and animalistic that Alana stepped away from him. They were in public and people were beginning to look. Rocco let out a sarcastic laugh, he didn't seem bothered at all. The level of his madness"Your wife? Ha!" Rocco exclaimed mockingly and shoved Ricardo away and adjusted his wrinkled tux "Don't you ever lay your hands on me
(Alana)His hand slid to my front and cupped my breast, a hiss escaped my lips and I leaned back to him, he fondled my breast while his other hand slid down my arm and intertwined his hands with mine.The position was so intimate that my mouth hung open. My vision was getting blurry, I could feel warm tears lingering in my eyes. But I managed to keep them open and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't know what was happening to me or what came over Ricardo. But when he leaned down to my shoulder and sucked on my vulnerable flesh. My knees weakened and my heart raced. I didn't wear a bra because of the strapless dress I wore. My succulent breasts sprouted out. My nipples were already hard and aching. And when Ricardo took my swollen bud between his fingers and pinched them. A strange sensation rushed through my body causing me to moan in pleasure “Mmm, no,” Whatever he was doing made me squeeze my thighs together. His hot breath felt like a thousand fireflies dancing on my s
Ricardo struggled to wake up due to a hangover. He wrapped himself in the duvet, waves of nausea adding to his misery. His phone pinged with message after message, getting up was the issue. One of the reasons he hated drinking liquor. The aftermath was terrible. As he shifted to get his phone with his head still buried under a pillowRicardo only grasped a little of it, and it slipped through his fingers and landed heavily on the floor“Damn it,” he muttered and shoved the pillow off his head and slowly sat upright. His brain felt like it would swell beyond the capacity of his skull, and now his dehydration was too obvious to ignore. Again his stomach lurched and gurgled. Perhaps some painkillers would help too. He raised his heavy eyelids halfway, only for them to fall shut. He raised them again and swung his bare feet to the carpet again. It was cold underfoot, glancing at himself, his eyes narrowed into slits, seeing that he was only in boxes“Great,” he muttered and pushed himself
Ricardo paced back and forth in the conference room. After a heated meeting with the board of directors. Ricardo was irritated with what was happening. He was angered by Rocco's sudden appearance. Especially when he was trying hard to ruin him. Rocco had the guts to approach men who didn't supply diamonds to him“Chill man, I'm sure we can solve this… I already informed Marcus about this,” Camillo said assuredly. It was funny to watch Ricardo being all worked up. Yes, Rocco was trying to provoke him, but they were other ways to deal with this“He wants to die,” Ricardo muttered and stopped pacing, rage flashed in his eyes as he rested, he bent down a little and rested his hands on the table. Camillo saw a predator seeking its prey.“Whatever it is…don't give him the pleasure to destroy what you've worked hard to build … it's clear he wants you to make a mistake,” Camilo said, knowing full well, Rocco was playing dirty. He knew Ricardo had left that life of killing. Even Ricardo knew h
(Alana)“Are you certain, Alana…did he want you to work with him?” Brigitte asked while we ate lunch, I just explained to Brigitte what Rocco did, the guts he had to propose a job to me. Not just once, but a few times. It had been a week, and I was getting irritated. First, he pulled a lousy stunt by giving me that dress“He's pathetic, I wonder why he's highly praised,” I saw all the reviews about his company and work. And they were extraordinary, it seemed he was more than successful. Brigitte frowned and ate her food. We were having lunch at a reserved restaurant. After a long day of work. I was free since Ricardo didn't need me“Forget him, you are better off working with our boss…” Brigitte remarked with a smirk and stared at me questionably, like everyone else. She also suspected me of having a relationship with the boss“Don't tell me you think, I'm so loose,” it was hard to say anything when all the employees kept talking behind my back about going out with the boss. Only if t
Alana concentrated on bandaging Ricardo's hand. She could feel his intense gaze on her. The penetrating stare piercing through her soulHer heart raced even more. How she wanted to stop breathing because she could feel her heart thumping loudly. As soon as she was satisfied with her work. She glanced up, only to catch Ricardo staring at her. He averted his eyes awkwardly and pretended to be looking out the window“It's done now, next time be careful,” she whispered and discarded the used cotton. Ricardo nodded and stared at his hand“It's nothing, you didn't have to,” the wound was small, yes he was careless, but he was used to such things“I guess dinner is canceled, are you sure they won't be upset… We didn't go?” Alana asked staring at Ricardo, he shook his head hesitantly “I told Marcela, I'm unwell… I'm certain she won't mind” he muttered and silence fell between them. Alana didn't know why he hugged her earlier, he was acting strange and sitting on the bed so close to him didn'
(Alana)Ricardo had a blank expression on his face, he too seemed stunned by what just happened. I wanted to look away, knowing the image before I would forever haunt me. Unfortunately, my brain swarmed with thoughts.“You should excuse me… I need to shower,” Ricardo's low voice slapped me back to my senses, only to realize I was staring at him shamelessly. He seemed to have realized that too because he grabbed a white towel nearby. And slowly but surely wrapped it around his lower part “Please,” he muttered again, and I was agitated “I'm… I'm so…sorry… I didn't mean,” I regained my wits and turned away from Ricardo. Ricardo quickly rushed out of the bathroom before slamming the door shut. I didn't understand why I entered the bathroom without knocking. It wasn't my room. I should have knocked“Oh gosh, Alana…now what,” I scolded myself and sat on the bed. But then again I rose to my feet. I could feel my stomach twisting from being nervous. It felt awkward; hence I decided to leave
(Alana)I stared at Rocco sipping on water. His expression was bright, as if he were happy to see me. I took time from my busy schedule to see him. He chose the restaurant and I obliged“So, you came to talk to me about your husband?” Rocco asked sarcastically and placed the glass on the table. His eyes narrowed coldly as he looked at me. I didn't care what he thought, I had an agenda for seeking to meet him.“Whatever it is, stop it now…is this about hurting him or what?” I asked, trying to understand why Rocco was hell-bent on causing Ricardo so much pain. Rocco shifted in his chair a little and stared at me blankly“Little angel, I want you to work for me… I'm not concerned about your husband….” He simply said and crossed his arms over his chest, the mischievousness in his eyes didn't sit well with me. He was a shrewd man. It wasn't hard to under him because he said his opinions openly“I'm a married woman…if you are an honest man… you wouldn't do anything to ruin my reputation," I