Salvatore's Secrets

Chapter 1

"I thought you was wanting to expand the business" Dylan questions me. I don't know how to respond to that, if he would have asked me that a month ago I would have said yes, however some issues came up which meant not having the support we needed to do so. I end up shaking my head, not bothering to go over the details.

"Well then what are the next steps?" I can hear him mutter. I'm not paying much attention though as a magazine catches my eye. The front cover is of a stunning woman, her arms above her head and her hips pushed back. With little scraps of blue fabric barely covering her body as it contours to every curve and dip.

I know I'm looking longer than I should but I cant help but look at how perfectly the lingerie curves around her tits. The more I continue to stare, the less space there is in my pants. Dylan seems to notice me not paying attention to him as he claps his hands in front of my face.

I swear there are times where I could stab him, whether its with a knife or chicken bone. Or he could just disappear into a hole and never come out.

"As of right now, there are no next steps. We need to remain unseen" I begin walking back to my car as I explain to him. Still having that woman's body on my mind, I run my hand along my jaw.

"What if we try and make some trading's with Atlanta? They won't suspect anything. If anything they'd be helping us get back across the market" Dylan keeps nagging about the business but I'm not too worried about it.

My father passed his half of the business down to me last month, making me the sole boss of Salvatore. Co. Both sides of the business. And now he's left me a shit ton of problems that I can't be arsed to deal with, so I tried to let Dylan deal with a portion of it but he was a bit useless on his own.

"How about we just let it stay quiet for another month, gives us more time to think of a solution and spend time on the front business" I say before opening the door to my car and getting in, not leaving time for a response.

My guard opens the gate to my estate, he's a 58 year old man called Johnny with a severed finger and prosthetic leg. No one would hire him and for some reason he wanted to carry on working, so I offered him a job, and a place to stay. Although I don't think he'll be doing it for much longer as he can barely make his way up the steps anymore.

I make my way into my house texting Nick as I do so, telling him to look into how the updates are going for the new headquarters for Salvatore. Co. The old office was too small and old, it was also all done by my fathers design. Another reason to move out of there. The new offices are modern and big, and my design.

Kicking my shoes off, I make my way to my bedroom whilst putting my phone on silent so I don't get any distractions. Searching up 'that blonde woman in lingerie on the front cover of that magazine' because I can't remember the name of the magazine, barely any results pop up. Yet the ones that do are from some kind of movie.

I try to think of anything that was on the magazine to help me narrow my searches but nothing is coming to mind. All this trouble just to jerk off, I think to myself that its not even worth it at this point. Maybe I should just try to picture her in my head. Okay I think it's working.

Her long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, those piercing blue eyes. God I don't know who she is but I know I'd get down on my knees and in between her legs for her. Her perfect tits being pushed up by the thin lace with her ass just perfectly peaking out behind her.

I begin to relax my shoulders and my hand take it's natural course down the front of me to remove my pants. Sitting down as they fall down my legs.

And that's when I hear it, the annoying sound of Dylan's voice. Fucking hell, I thought I'd gotten rid of him earlier. Apparently not. "Yo Enzo, hai visto il mio telefono?" (have you seen my phone?)

Why the actual fuck would I have seen his phone in my house. I roll my eyes and put my pants back on before making my way out of my bedroom, trying to hide my hard-on.

"Why would I have seen your phone?" I question whilst walking into my kitchen, I can hear the little patter of his footsteps as he follows behind me. Realising he's still wearing his shoes I look down and point at his feet. His face contorts with confusion for a second before he begins to take his shoes off.

"Well I don't know... Nevermind it's in my pocket" He says whilst holding up his phone and smiling like its some sort of reward. I furrow my eyebrows at his stupidity, wondering what his real reason is for coming here.

"Dylan, why are you here?" I ask whilst beginning to make myself a drink, getting him a glass of milk whilst I do so. Guess I'm drinking Jack Daniels and coke tonight.

"Can I sort of stay here for the night?" He asks, looking down at his glass of milk. He looks scared that I'll say no, or embarrassed that he's asking. God I'd kill anyone for him and I hate to admit that.

"Yea of course man, there's still some of your things in the spare room anyway" I say before downing my drink. When I look over to him he's busy chugging his glass of milk like its some sort of contest.

"Thanks Enzo, have you got any of those light pastry things?" He looks at me with pleading eyes like some sort of dog. What the fuck is he on about? Light pastry things, I look at him with a please go into more detail face.

"Like they're pastry and so light and soft like my hair. Buttery and heaven" I'm pretty sure he's drooling by now whilst he stares up into the ceiling and imagines eating them. Oh. He means croissants.

"Top cupboard, second shelf. Anyway you being here tonight means that we can go to the headquarters earlier tomorrow and get it out of the way" I gesture to the cupboard I'm on about. He manages to get the croissants as he takes one and stuffs it in his mouth, nodding at the same time.

He takes another out of the packet before speaking. "Truth, then we need to go down to the range" I manage to make out his words with a mouthful of pastry. God, no one would look at this guy and assume he likes to stab people for fun.

I nod my head towards him in agreement before saying night to him and making my way upstairs. I get into bed with my imagination forming those blue eyes before I begin to feel myself falling asleep.

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