VALENTINA’S POV
“Why would you do that?” I asked Diego, I little bit angry but a lot more hurt. Why would he just render my efforts worthless like that? Who gave him the right to meddle in my life that way? To just do whatever he wants with my life and every single in it?
“You know you don’t have to work Valentina, I provide everything you need.” He replied flippantly as he casually took off his shirt and tossed it into the laundry basket for the housekeeper to attend to later.
I can’t focus with his insanely toned abs and chest on full display. I swallowed hard as I stared down at him before forcefully tearing my eyes away. He smiled. This idiot knows what he is doing.
“Can you please put on a shirt, I am trying to talk to you.” I said still averting my gaze.
“And why would I do that.” He replied as he pulled my face to him. He was so close…too close, I could almost taste him, my thirsty ass was probably starting to drool.
“I guess I will just talk to you some other time… when you have a shirt on.” I replied trying really hard to hide how much his voice and body is starting to get to me.
“Do you really think I will let you leave here without fulfilling your duties to me.” He said as he pulled me to himself with my arm and then turned me over so I would face him.
I stared into his eyes, my eyes were wide with shock at the suddenness of the movement but after that wore off, the sudden awareness of how really close to Diego I was settled in.
My heart was beating really quickly like it was going to escape my chest. He brushed his finger against my ears, I closed my eyes feeling every single pleasure the touch brought with it. I fucking want him.
I felt his hands go down to my breast, fondling and caressing them through the short summery sundress I had on. I felt myself starting to get wet.
His hands left my breast and with a warm delicious trail it lifted up my gown and sneaked itself into my panties. I gasped as he caressed my pussy. I felt alive, so much ecstasy, I couldn’t hardly breathe. I inched closer to give him more access, his hands continued to work wonders on my pussy.
Slipping in and out, touching, rubbing, caressing, I could not stop the moans from escaping my mouth, it was so fucking good.
Then he suddenly stopped.
“Why did you stop.” I asked with a gasp. I was disappointed, why would he just stop like that at the point when I am so close.
“I am not going to fuck anymore until I can see it in your eyes that you want me, until you are willing to beg for it.” Diego replied with a wicked grin, he stared into my eyes as he brought the fingers that was in my pussy to his mouth and licked them seductively.
I felt myself getting even more wet that I previously was watching him do that. He smiled to himself and left the room with me there wondering how the fuck he could just leave me hanging like that…
YARA’S POV
Does he even love me or is he just using me to get back at his son Diego? Am I being used? No I don’t think so, that Desmond guy was just trying to get to me… but what am I going to do? I can’t help him murder Raphael, I love him, I would never betray him but then he said he is going to kill Zara. I have to tell Raphael, I know he would protect us both from this mafia king wannabe.
I sat on the bed in the room of my shared apartment with Zara.
“Where have you been Yara!!” Zara yelled for the hundredth time.
“I just went for a walk.” I replied absentmindedly, I have to find a way to keep us both alive, I can’t let that prick hurt my sister, I would not be able to forgive myself if anything happens to her.
“Master Diego summoned us, he wasn’t too pleased when I was the only one who showed up.” She said with a smirk on her lips. Zara has this thing where she feels happy when she gets praised for doing something better than me, she is really competitive, I don’t really care.
“Whatever he’ll get over it.” I replied nonchalantly.
“Master Diego is going to punish you for not being present when he requested it.” She added.
VALENTINA’S POV
Why did I choose to show up at Wylie avenue? I don’t know, I just want something that is mine alone, something that Diego can’t touch with his connection and influence, something that is just mine for the keeping.
I stood close to the streetlight as checking my phone over and over again for any new message from the unknown number.
I just hope that I am not getting myself into any sort of trouble with this. Meeting an unknown person who had offered me a job. I need the job, I need the money, I don’t need Diego asserting his ownership of me even more than he already is by providing for me financially.
*Come into the coffee shop at your left*
A text from the unknown number read.
How does this person know where I am? I walked into the coffee shop.
It was completely empty except for a shadowy figure who was seated at the other end. I looked around, the shop looked vintage like it has been around for a long time, how come I have never noticed it before?
“Come and sit over here.” The shadowy figure at the other end said.
I moved closer expecting to be greeted by the face of a serial killer or a weird guy but I couldn’t be more wrong. He had a face fit for a Greek God, he looked like a Calvin Klein top model with his luscious blonde hair, charming blue eyes and enchanting smile which was further accentuated with two dimples on both cheeks.
“Hi Valentina, I am Desmond Sandals and I have a job for you.” He said with the most amazing smile ever which further showed off his dimples.