Alessandra Romano- Living with her drunken and sometimes abusive father, she's accepted that her dreams will never come true. That's until, she's sold to Nicolas De'angelo.
Nicolas De'angelo- The cold business man by day and Mafia leader by night, i...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The sound of my keyboard echos throughout the room as I type away on my computer, focused on completing this document.
I sigh as my secretary knocks on my door. "Come in." My voice trails of as I save the document.
"Sir, there's a guest in the lobby for you." I don't remember having any meetings for another hour.
"Who?" I look up, twirling a pen around in my hand.
"He's claiming he's your cousin... Nathen Hugo." She taps her pen against her ipad.
I clutch the pen in my hand, my knuckles turning white.
What was that asshole doing here?
"Send him in."
I turn my chair to the window behind my desk which outlooks the city.
My mind is filled with the milllions of reasons why he was here, not one a positve reason. As the seconds go by, my patience slowly starts wearing thin.
"Cousin." I can see his sick smirk without turning around to his him.
My grip on the pen increases as I feel my jaw muscles tick. "What are you here for?" I spin my chair a
"Ah, straight to the point I see." He pulls one of the chairs in front of my desk before sitting.
He drums his fingers on the table looking around my office. "I like what you've done with the place."
"Get to the damn point, Nathen." I grit my teeth.
He rolls his eyes. "Fine, my father, wanted you to know that the Spanish Mafia will be in attendance at the wedding."
I immediately straight my posture on the chair.
The Italian and the Spanish Mafia has been at eachother's necks for decades. Bombing eachother's bases, stealing shipments, you name it.
"And why is that?" I raise my eyebrow.
"He wants to form an alliance." He sighs, seemingly annoyed. "I'll leave now. Your presence is suffocating. Maybe lossen up a little." He smirks, stands up and leaves.
I massage the bridge of my nose, feeling a headache forming.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
The security guard opens the office door as I step in, the cool air of the air conditioner hitting me straight in the face.
"Good Morning!" I chirp, to the receptionist.
Scanning my ID on the elevator door, it opens allowing me to enter. I select Nicolas's floor since I need to drop of a file he left at home this morning.
My heels click against the marble flooring as I step out, sending a small smild to the guards station outside his office door.
"Oh my god!" A squeal leaves my lips as his office door abruptly opens.
I mange to hold onto the person's hand, breaking my fall. Regaining my balance, I fix my skirt.
"Are you okay?" The person asks.
I look up, nodding. "I'm so sorry!"
He chuckles. "It's fine. Besides, what's a fine lady like you doing around here?" I internally cringe.
Who flirts with someone they met five seconds ago?
"Oh, y'know, I came to drop of something." I awkwardly stand on my heels.
"Would you mind giving me your number?" He puts his hands in his pocket, thinking he looks cool when in reality, he looks like a pervy teenager.
I shake my head. "I'm good."
"Oh, c'mon." He moves forward.
Now would be a perfect time for my husband to make an entrance.
"What's all the commotion about?" Speaking of the devil.
"Here's your file." I immediately walk to his side.
"Isn't my presence to suffocating?" Nicolas glares.
"Oh, calm down cousin, I just wanted this fine lady's number." That cousin sounds familar.
"Stop telling me to calm down Nathen." Nicolas's grip on the file tightens.
My husband's cousin tried hitting on me.
"That fine lady, is my wife." He grips my waist pulling me to his side.
Nathen puts his hands up in surrender. "You got a pretty wife."
"Get the fuck out of my office." His grip tightens and I tap his arm, signaling him to let go. He does but his arm remains around my waist.
Nathen smirks, turns on his heels and walks out whistling some song.
☆☆☆
A HUGE thank you to @rucaslove for your AMAZING idea. I did change some things but hope you enjoy. Thanks for the unwavering support!
