Chapter 3

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Chapter 3

I was working on some important documents when a knock interrupted me.

"Enter," I said with my voice full of authority.

"Ms. Moretti, Mr. Lombardi is here," my personal assistant, Julissa, said as she entered my office.

Today was Thursday, three days after my horrific meeting with Mr. Lombardi. I asked him to come back to redo our meeting that was previously interrupted by his rudeness. I really wanted to work with him for a charity event I was hosting, so I had to call him again.

Our conversation over the phone was short because apparently he was busy at that moment.

"Send him in," I ordered.

I quickly fixed my hair and straightened out my clothes. Just as I heard the door open, I briskly got back to work.

I heard footsteps approaching me, so I looked up. I felt like my mouth fell open a bit by the view I just recieved. Mr. Lombardi was wearing a black Dolce and Gabbana suit that hugged him in all the right places. His Brown hair was styled nicely, sort of like Clark Kent's with the curl at the tip. His ocean blue eyes were macroscopic, visible to anyone who would seem him from any distance. His smell was intoxicating and masculine. It was probably Ralph Lauren.

He just stood there without saying anything, staring at me intently. I looked at him straight in the eye to see if he would look away but he didn't. It started to get a bit awkward, so I broke the silence first.

"Sit, Mr. Lombardi."

He complied to my orders; I was surprised indeed. Usually, he wouldn't do what he was told. He sat infront of me, folding his hands neatly on my desk. He continued to look at me with those piercing blue eyes and spoke.

"You wanted to talk to me?" He smirked. "Or did you just want to see my sexiness again? I'm telling you, just take a picture. It will last longer. You wouldn't have to keep calling me so you can see me."

I scoffed and chuckled. "Keep on dreaming Mr. Lombardi. In fact, I'll even call your fairy god mother. Maybe she can help you with your wishes."

He chuckled lightly and shook his head. He looked so gorgeous today. Actually, he has always looked gorgeous.

Snap out of it Alessia!

I mentally shooked my head and continued.

"Anyways, I wanted to ask you a favor." I looked at him dead in the eye.

He raised his eyebrows, serious this time, and said, "On what?"

"Well, I'm creating a charity event for the vicitms who were sexually molested and child abuse. I want to work with you so you can help me out. This could bring in a lot of people to join us in the fundraiser."

He didn't say anything for a while. I think he's trying to comprehend all of this in his little brain. Who am I kidding? This guy is a billionaire. No billionaires have small brains. None.

"Okay. I'll do it."

I looked at him in shock with my mouth hanging open.

"Wait, what?"

I was shocked because I thought he was going to reject my offer. I didn't really think he was going to help me on this.

"I said I'll-" He started saying before I interrupted him.

"I know what you just said. It's just that I'm surprised you said yes."

He looked at me as if I was stupid. I ducked my head in embarrassment and looked at him under my lashes. I saw him purse his lips. I think I just offended the man. Oh god.

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