A war between morality and desire
~There are fleeting moments of uncertainty where I sit under the white oak and dwell about the horrors of the past. The mockery never seems to seize and my mind shatters like fragile glass~
Alessia spent most of her...
Alessia's mind was hell bent on getting some work done the next day. Her thoughts of loneliness long gone. There was something about brief emotions that kept her from losing herself in those wretched moments.
Beatrice stood in front of Alessia's office door, arms hanging by her sides and a tired look on her face. A blind person could tell she was on the brink of insanity.
" Tris, you're in a desperate need of some hot chocolate and rest. Please go home I'll handle the newbies" Alessia's voice sounded like a soft melody to Beatrice's ears and she rushed to grab her coat and purse to leave.
Alessia loved her job, she loved working in a publication house reading and living the stories of thousands of people. It took a careful eye to understand at what point the author decided to jump in the characters shoes and tell his own story. She wanted to splash her own words onto a paper but she would never be able to conceal herself from the readers eye. Words to her were personal, intimate and on most occasions erotic.
Alessia sighed after reading the 7th draft that had been turned in by a university student trying to get her words published. The story was good but the words just weren't doing it any justice.
"Miss Alessia, there is a Mr Dante downstairs and he's asking for Miss Beatrice. I told him she already left but he's persistent and scary" the new intern wearing a very flustered expression muttered. I sometimes sympathised with them. It took time to become confident in ones self and the time period of uncertainty always sucked ass. Alessia assured the young intern that she'd handle the situation and made her way down the stairs.
"Mr Ormanni, Beatrice has gone home due to some personal issue however I'd be happy to take any message on her behalf." Alessia spoke making her way into Beatrice's office. The cream coloured walls and the mahogany table made Alessia feel a sort of emptiness. In her opinion offices were personal spaces and they should be decorated as such. The 6 feet tall man was built like a God. Brown hair falling on his forehead, a stubble that would tickle her thighs, such an angular nose and green eyes that pierced into her sole. Tattoos snaked up his arms and peaked through the top of his shirt. While Alessia eye fucked the hunk he stared back. Soaking his eyes with the red haired angel's beauty. He skimmed over the freckles that marked her cheeks and her plump inviting lips. His eyes glided down her smooth skin and landed on her breasts, pushing against the fabric of her dress shirt. He could just push her against the wall and lose himself between her legs, pounding into her as she screamed his name. It wasn't hard to notice the sudden sexual tension that had spread across the room making Alessia's lips part and her core throb.
"Ms.Alessia I'm assuming? The fiery red head that works with Beatrice." He stalked towards Alessia like a predator with a purpose. "You say you'll take the message yes ? Dante touched the inner side of Alessia's wrist bringing it closer to his mouth giving it a gentle peck, his eyes boring into hers. " Well tell your little Boss that Mr. Ormanni came to collect what belongs to him and the next time he comes he won't be so, gentle" " Can you convey the message piccolo ? " Alessia yanked her wrist back and stared daggers at the tattooed God. As wet his actions had made her Alessia was not one to be treated with disrespect. She took a step closer to him, his height not intimidating her one bit and spoke with a tone that would make the devil himself shiver in delight. " The message will be conveyed however the next time you decide to put your hand on me make sure the other one is protecting your balls" She had meant to say her piece and strut out like the bad bitch she was. But Dante had other plans. When you grow up controlling and owning you don't let a 5ft 4inch princess disrespect you and walk away. Alessia found herself pushed flat against a wall, her arms above her head and a devilishly handsome man not more than an inch away from her face. " For someone your size you do have very big words coming out of your mouth, you will watch your tongue in-front of me princess we wouldn't want it cut out now would we ?" He stared at her his face inching closer, the girl closed her eyes in fear, in excitement. Dante did not know what it was about her but whatever it was it did something to his heart, and his dick. He placed a heated kiss on the side of Alessia's neck and then he was gone. Leaving Alessia breathless, horny and extremely frustrated. _____________ I was super dead today and had zero motivation to write but I did ??? Hope you enjoyed the little heated conversation between Dante and Alessia. Lemme know what you think about their chemistry and what you think Alessia should do next.
Ps. If someone pushed me against a wall especially someone as hot as Dante, I'd jump that mans bones right there, no hesitation!!!!
