Not All Weddings Turn into Fairytales.

Chapter 11

   Leonardo

"You have a meeting scheduled at lunch," Dominico said, placing the folder on my desk.

He had been working for me for the last eight years. The most hard-working and loyal employee in my company. Dominico was not just an employee, he was family.

My parents had found him on the streets of Sicily. He was homeless and an orphan. They had taken him in and had raised him to the man he was today. Dominico was nothing like me, he was a straightforward guy, and I on the other hand was twisted.

My eyes slipped to the photo frame on my desk, with a photograph of a woman having brown hair and amber eyes. She was laughing in the picture, while I, as always, was standing tight-lipped beside her.

"What can make you laugh, Leo?" She asked.

I ignored her rant and kept myself busy with the papers in front of me. She banged her palm on the papers in front of me," What the hell, Dolcezza?" I asked, irritated.

"I want to eat ice cream," she pouted.

"So who is stopping you?" I arched my brow, leaning my back against the chair.

"You," she replied looking into my eyes, with her amber ones.

I was getting annoyed with her childish antics. Though I loved her a lot, that didn't mean I would let her divert my attention during office hours.

She pushed the papers back to the middle of the desk and sat on the edge of the desk in front of me. I glared at her, but she didn't take any notice of it. My glares had the least effect on her, she knew very well that I won't do anything to hurt her even if she drives me crazy to the extent that I wanted to kill her.

"I have a meeting, in a half-hour with the clients," I crossed my arm on my chest and watched the strip show she was putting for me in my office.

She had already undone the buttons of her blouse, the next moment she slipped out of it and discarded it on the floor.

Little Vixen.

Next followed her skirt and lingerie, my jaw clenched and I shifted on the chair, trying hard not to look anywhere but her face. I knew exactly what she was trying to do and I didn't want to get carried away by her little stunt.

"Leo," she called in a sultry voice.

The bulge in my pants was increasing every minute, hell this woman was trouble, even when fully clothed. Right now she was lying naked on my desk as the day she was born, but I was not going to give in at any cost today. I watched as she played with herself, with a wearied expression on my face.

"What's stopping you?" She asked between moans.

My hold on the armrest tightened and I was about to snap when the phone on my desk started ringing. I picked up the receiver with a ticking jaw and my balls were near to exploding.

"Bianchi," I spoke in the receiver, while my eyes were locked with the siren on my desk.

It was a business associate from Prague and had called to discuss an upcoming business prospect in Japan. We had a conversation for a few minutes and decided to meet and discuss the details. I had to be in Prague next week for a deal, and we finalized to meet over dinner.

The moment I leaned to place the receiver back on the phone set, she snatched my tie and pulled me to her coiling it around her wrist.

"I am not in the mood of playing games," I growled at her.

She gave me a haughty look, narrowing her eyes into slits and pressing her lips into a tight line," You are boring," she uncoiled my tie from around her wrists and shoved me back.