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Chapter Seven: My Type
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Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Eight: Distasteful
"I'll give both of you time to talk."I say as I brush past Alessio, who resembles a golden retriever. ‘Brush past’ because he doesn't make room for me to pass.I guess he is a bad puppy. Still, sex is off the table for as long as possible. I don’t want Henry to be uncertain about his position here or to know the other side of me.Thank God for sex toys.“I don’t…know where my room is.”I say before fully leaving.“You will be assisted by the staff.”Christopher says as he waves me off.“Great.”I say finally and leave the third floor of the house.There is an elevator, but…I don’t really like them. So, I take my time down the steps that feel as if they go on forever. I was panting on the way up, but I didn’t want Christopher to know how unfit I am. I guess lies about walking everywhere don’t count in making you fitter. Still, I should get some cardio in.Lily, the maid, tries to stop Henry from running up to me but fails when he slips between her hands."Sorry."I apologise on his be
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Nine: Imagining
Christopher D’AmicoAlessio chuckled. He seemed to find the situation amusing.“Why did you call me here?”Elizabeth asked after a sigh as if to reset the scenario."We need to find something, and the boss thinks you can help."Alessio chimes in, freeing him from having to maintain the conversation for too long."If you can't come with us, then I can show you pictures.""Pictures?"She repeats this as she takes the phone that Alessio hands to her.She looks at the building in the picture and swipes left to get various angles until she stops at one where a man is kneeling and covered in blood; it is there that she drops the phone."What the hell is that?"Alessio manages to catch the falling phone as if he had anticipated it."I like it. It's one of my favourite pictures. The expression of someone seconds before they die. It's art."Alessio defends.Christopher didn't like Alessio.His obsessions were not normal, and he could drop everything the moment he became obsessed with something
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Ten: Neigh
"How did you know to look up?"He asks again as if I didn’t explain my reasoning earlier.No, I'm not imagining it. He is blocking my path.What the hell? What the hell is this! Did...Christopher let him follow me.He must have seen him leave the dinner table; it was just the three of us.Fuck, think Eliza! Think!"Let's head back to the main room."I say, trying to maintain my ground in the conversation."How did you know? You only looked at the picture for less than a minute."Mr Rossi asks again."It was obvious, so let's go back.""It wasn't obvious to me, and I had the picture for a week. How did you know?"He is starting to sound like a broken record.The only weapon I have in my body is a taser, but with a person who thinks a person's last breath is art, I only have one chance.I can taste bile in my mouth, and my heart is beating so loudly that I'm worried he might hear my fear."Mr Rossi.”I call, and this time, his hands land on my shoulder."Alessio. Call me Alessio."I clen
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Eleven: Every Single One
They tasted bitter, like a lie.That was the best way he could describe his feelings. He wanted to hate her, wanted to loathe her; he wanted to be able to see her burn and feel nothing.Yet, despite all he wanted, why was his body betraying him this painfully?The more her glare was pinned on him the more ferociously his blood ran in his body. He could even hear the pumping of his heart.His hold on her wrist tightened; he should let her go before she felt his erection, Christopher reasoned, but he couldn’t.At least not yet, not until he fully inhaled the scent of strawberries seeping from her body.“Hah…fuck, I'm not even a horse, and you are aroused.”She spat, and he felt his pride shrivel.The corners of his lips sank, and rather than let her go, he pushed his hips into the soft flesh of her ass that welcomed him.“I wonder if I can make you neigh.”He threw back in response to the joke that made him want to lock her up; what kind of person thinks so vulgarly?Still, he wanted to
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Twelve: Mrs. D'Amico
“The gun.”Alessio says the words while sporting a sly smile on his lips.His arm is in a cast, and he seems to have a few bruises on his neck and face.I thought the injuries would make him miss at least a day of work, but I guess mafia men are built differently.Even so, seeing his face this early in the morning is…unpleasant.“What gun?”I ask, my eyes turning to Henry, who is currently running towards the fountain; I wonder when it will lose its lustre in his eyes.“Don’t play dumb with me, carina; D’Amico will kill me; just give me my gun, and…then we can talk about our future together.” [Carina means pretty]“Or…”I drawl with a smile.“I keep your gun, and if you come near me, I’ll shoot you in the dick as you confirm if the gun is yours or not. How about that?”Something gleams in his eyes…excitement?“Dio, ti desidero.” [God, I want you]Alessio whispers in a husky tone that makes me shudder in revulsion despite not knowing what he said. Yes, I like submissive men, but he…mus
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter One: At Least
"You should sign."Vincent says with ease as he hands me a blue pen over the poor excuse of a ‘bed in breakfast’ he set up.I can humour his attempt at making pancakes by eating them despite them being undercooked, but the attempt at wooing me seems attached to a ridiculous document.The more I skim it, the more the grease used to make the pancake rises up my throat.I can't believe this."What?"I ask, just to make sure he is aware of what he is asking."Sign the documents. The doctors will only take a small piece of your liver and give it to my mother. It's a perfectly safe solution."I know his mother has a liver issue, and a few weeks ago, we all tested out of formality to see who a perfect match would be to donate. Still, she is the same woman who slapped me because I ‘oversalted’ her son’s food even though Vincent said it was fine—forgive me if my liver testing was more out of ‘peer pressure’ than the genuine interest to help her.“You said you would help.”Vincent reminds me whe
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Two: Anything
"What?" Vincent asks, a deathly stillness lacing his voice. “Divorce, I want a divorce.” "A divorce for what? Tasha, explain why you are here; show her the stain on your clothes." He insists, and so I turn to her, but a frozen panic marks her expression. "I-I-...Livy, don't you believe your husband?” Hah…so much for ‘friendship.’ "I am Olivia to you now, to both of you.” "Where the hell do you think you are going?" Vincent asks with a raised voice as I spin away from him. I need to leave this house; I can get my things later. “Livy! I asked you a question: where the hell do you think you are going?” "Away." "Stop right there!" He calls after me, but I do not; this could be the first time I have disobeyed him while he is aggressive with his anger. I can't help the racing of my heart that feels constricted in my chest or the pounding of my head at the facts that I ignored; of course, this is why he stopped sleeping with me because he could sate his lust elsewhere! I can't
Trillionaire After Divorce Chapter Three: Period
“Anything?” The more the man repeats that word, the more sinful it sounds. But I can give ‘anything’ and everything to keep my organs intact; I have no qualms about donating, but can't it be to someone I can wish well for? Can't it be by my will? Can't I have more of a say than this? So, I guess in this case, ‘anything’ fits. I nod slowly to the man’s repetition, and his chuckle echoes as he bends over to collect me from the ground. "Boss, I can carry her." One of the men in black around him offers, but he shakes his head. "She is my dog now." My arms surround his shoulders, accepting his demeaning term of me because if I can survive the night, then I will clutch on to the devil himself. The man smells good, like aftershave and a subtle hint of expensive cologne. His deep chuckle follows when I bury my nose against his chest. “She even smells me like a dog.” He utters, making me jerk my face away from him. Shit. This is embarrassing. “Well, don't stop now, doggy. I'm your
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