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The Don's Obsession 22
I chose to stay. While Marco was showering, I put on my pajamas.As I rested in bed, my mind couldn't escape the events that transpired earlier. The pain stuck around, mixed with Marco saying sorry and trying to hide his feelings from me.In that moment, an insight struck me—Marco often uttered words that contradicted his actions. The question loomed: which version of him should I believe? Should I give weight to his spoken promises, or should I rely on the actions he displayed when we were alone?The bed shifted, signaling Marco's arrival. The delightful scent of musk and aftershave wafted into my nostrils, triggering a sense of comfort and allure.I averted my gaze, intentionally pretending to be asleep while my mind buzzed with thoughts. But then, a rustling movement from the duvet startled me, causing me to instinctively close my eyes, only to open them moments later.Suddenly, a surge of surprise coursed through me as Marco enveloped me in a warm hug from behind. His hand wrapped
The Don's Obsession 23 Pt. 1
Perplexed, I furrowed my brow, rising from my chair and gathering my belongings. I exited our workspace and entered the elevator, making my way to the upper floor, where the CEO's office was situated. The reason behind his desire to meet with me remained a puzzle. Typically, I never had the opportunity to interact or engage with the CEO directly. If there were any work-related matters, our manager would handle them."Excuse me, Ma'am Maddie?" A young woman, who seemed to be younger than myself, approached me with a polite greeting. "I'm Mr. Moretti's secretary, Penelope. He is currently expecting your arrival."Guiding me towards Marco's spacious office, she matched her steps with mine. Delicately tapping on the door, I could hear Marco's deep voice granting permission to enter.I had visited Papa's office several times, so I was well-acquainted with its layout. As I entered, my gaze was immediately drawn to Marco, who was seated in his swivel chair, engrossed in a stack of documents
The Don's Obsession 23 Pt. 2
"Ahh, Marco!" My upper body lifted from the chair because he kept pleasuring me."Do you like me playing with your wet pussy? How was it, Maddie? You got excited, didn't you? While you were conversing with my secretary, the thought of being caught turned you on. Wasn't it thrilling?"I couldn't answer his barrage of questions, and all that escaped my lips were moans."You, dirty girl. My naughty and dirty wife."Marco withdrew his fingers just as I was about to climax. He lifted my legs, spreading them wide. He brought his mouth close to my pussy and his tongue caressed my folds.I clutched his head and called his name loudly. I pressed his face even closer, intensifying my release."Ahh!"I was panting heavily after my climax, my eyes closed, and I struggled to catch my breath.Marco stood up and leaned on the table, watching me catch my breath. I was tired, but I noticed him licking his lips, which were glistening because of me.I felt a rush of heat when I saw how enticing he looke
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"When did my father discuss your ascension to the CEO role? Considering how quickly he passed it on to you, I assume it was some time ago," I asked, meeting his gaze. His usual cold expression persisted, a sight that once frightened me. However, given our intertwined history, I had grown accustomed to it. Marco may be ruthless towards others, especially those he deemed as threats or enemies, but he treated me differently. I couldn't jump to conclusions, but there was a discernible distinction in his demeanor.I didn't entertain the possibility of him having feelings for me or experiencing emotions. It seemed unlikely since he didn't seem capable of such sentiments. Still, I was satisfied. What truly mattered to me was how he saw me and how safe I felt whenever Marco was around. He had a calming effect on my turbulent emotions, much like Poseidon taming the ocean."He stipulated that I would assume control of the company once I became your husband," I nodded. During that time, our fin
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Marco's avoidance of discussing the cafeteria incident made it difficult for me to ask about his true feelings of jealousy. As we prepared to meet with a designer, my mind was preoccupied with his earlier remark, causing me to miss important details.Curiosity prompted me to ask, "Where are we going?" However, Marco simply replied, "We're going to a Gala," providing no further explanation or context.Upon arriving at the designer recommended by his mother, I couldn't help but feel like I was under close scrutiny. The Moretti women had been patronizing this establishment for generations, despite my previous mention of having connections elsewhere. Donning a burgundy dress with a plunging neckline and an overskirt, I chose this color to enhance my skin tone, a decision that the designer also confirmed."Mrs. Moretti, your physique is stunning! I am confident that my masterpiece will suit you perfectly," the designer exclaimed, applauding me. I simply smiled, unsure of how to accept com
The Don's Obsession 26
Upon rising from my chair, I felt inclined to explore the venue and potentially engage in socializing. I eventually found myself standing at the bar, contemplating which cocktail to select. Amidst my decision-making, a fragment of conversation caught my attention."Could it be Walter Arellano's daughter?" an unfamiliar voice speculated.The words echoed through my mind and instantly halted my cocktail selection process."Oh my goodness! I overheard that her father supposedly traded her to the Jenkins family, but when the Jenkins faced financial ruin, they then sold her off to the Morettis. Such a desperate maneuver. But I suppose it's unsurprising, considering their company was on the verge of collapse," the speaker shared, bundled with a hint of remorse.I kept my jaw tense, deliberately avoiding eye contact. I feigned indifference, refusing to acknowledge their attempts to grab my attention. They craved the opportunity to flaunt my father's misdeeds in my face, but I wouldn't grant
The Don's Obsession 27
Everyone was in a state of panic. Marco quickly pulled me aside, making sure I was safe. A waiter was holding a woman hostage. I stuck close to Marco, fearing that the hostage-taker might consider shooting us."M-Marco, should we do something?" I asked, holding his arm and looking at him. "Save her—""Not my job," he tersely replied, checking his wristwatch while I struggled to believe what he just said.The hostage-taker was still in the middle threatening the people around him when he suddenly collapsed to the ground, releasing the woman. The rapid turn of events was so swift that if I hadn't seen the blood on the hostage-taker's head, I wouldn't have believed he was dead.I found myself visibly pale as I gazed at the lifeless man, his eyes hauntingly open. Marco instinctively covered my eyes to shield me from the disturbing sight. When I looked at him, it became apparent that he had been observing me for quite some time.My attention shifted to Marco's cousins, particularly when Ga
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While lounging on the sunbed by the pool, I called out for Lucille. Violet, looking to unwind, took advantage of her class-free schedule by enjoying a swim. Lucille joined me at the sunbed while Renzo stayed indoors. Since I preferred staying inside, not many of my staff were around me. Instead, my guards were scattered throughout the house.Taking a sip of my pineapple juice, I reached out to Lucille and asked, "How long have you been working for Marco?" I looked at her, waiting for her response."I've been part of the Moretti family for a significant amount of time, Ma'am. I practically grew up with them," Lucille replied, smiling warmly. "My parents used to work for Sir Davide, and when they passed away, the Morettis didn't hesitate to provide me with support. They took care of me and ensured I received an education, especially Sir Marco."Resting my chin on the back of my hand, I listened intently to Lucille's narrative."I used to view Sir Marco and Renzo as older brothers. But t
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