"I want to write poetry with my tongue inside of you Mi Amore".
A young journalist,
Celeste,
goes undercover to investigate a
reclusive billionaire's,
Sante Morelli,
rumored secret life. She infiltrates his world and uncovers not just his hidden pa...
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"CEO, M"
Sante is the most successful CEO there is and the letter ending with a M initial made me feel like it was Sante.
It could be his last name initial.
I walked the streets of dubai holding my clutch that carried my journal and other necessities.
"How long are we gonna be walking for?" She asked and I rolled my eyes, "Macey, I didn't ask you to tag along with me. You invited yourself to my walk." I gave her a small smile and she looked away before huffing out.
"Does your feet not hurt while walking in heels?" She asked me and I felt myself bubble up with anger.
For the love of God, shut up!
"No Macey, it doesn't hurt walking in heels, atleast not anymore. I've mastered it." I muttered and she gave a hum before going silent.
Thank you!
I opened the restaurant door, perfect.
I've researched and saw that Sante owns this restaurant which recently expanded world wide. Holy, it was extremely crowded and busy.
A hostess gave me a smile, "For how many?" She asked and I shook my head no. "I just had a few questions." I gave a smile and she nodded her head.
"Have you met Sante before?" I asked her and she shook her head, "I've seen him around once but paparazzi was crowding him. Sante is the CEO of this company but isn't our boss-"
"Get to work! Stop chatting!" Someone yelled at the hostess making me hold back a hesitant smile.
The doors opened and 5 tall muscular men came in clearly guarding an extremely tall man and I stand at 5'11.
I stood on my tippy toes to try to get a better look and omg.
It was Sante.
I tried following him but I was pushed back by his security guard because I was too close making me trip over my heels but Macey caught me from behind.
"You dickhead!" Macey shouted out causing Sante to take a glance at me with his black sunglasses covering his eyes.
His face stern, emotionless. He snapped his head forward disregarding what happened.
I muttered as I collected myself and turned to Macey, "thank you." I whispered and she gave a smile and nodded her head.
"That was very unneeded. Sante should have said something, dickheads." Macey grumbled and I gave a small smile.
"It's fine." I said to try to die down what happening as I also tried to ignore the stares I got.
