W A R N I N G: CAN BE CRINGE
"Shhh...just a little bit more. If you can still walk, then we're not finished." He groaned, moving down to my breasts, I moaned loudly, lost in a sea of pleasure. God I would definitely asked my existence after this.
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Sitting in my office late at night had become a habit-one I wasn't eager to break. The quiet hum of the city below was preferable to the deafening silence that awaited me at home. Home. What a fucking joke. The mansion might as well have been a gilded cage, with Alessia playing the role of the relentless warden.
Tonight was no different. She had whined all day, her voice grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. It didn't matter what she was whining about-though today, it was the new servants. Another week, another complaint. She acted like every woman within a ten-mile radius was scheming to steal me away.
"If she even looks at you wrong, I'll make sure she's gone," Alessia had snapped earlier, her perfectly manicured nails tapping against her glass of wine. The threat wasn't empty; I knew she had a way of making people disappear. She thought she was being protective, but in reality, she was just suffocating.
I ran a hand through my hair, leaning back in my leather chair, my eyes narrowing as I thought about the situation. The truth was, I didn't ask for any of this. Not the lavish mansion, not the empty marriage, and certainly not the endless string of servants that Alessia insisted on rotating out like they were goddamn trading cards.
Her father's connections to the underground world didn't intimidate me. He was just another power player in a game I'd long since mastered. But Alessia-my so-called wife-had become a liability. The woman couldn't keep her paranoia in check. And for what? To protect our marriage? The very thought made me laugh, though it was devoid of humor.
Marriage. What a fucking waste of time.
If I had my way, I'd be anywhere but here. I'd rather spend the day with a dying dog than endure another minute of Alessia's whining. At least the dog's misery would be over quickly.
A sharp knock on the door pulled me from my thoughts. My jaw tightened as I realized who it would be-probably one of the new servants, bringing the reports I'd requested. My company might run like a well-oiled machine, but the gears were constantly turning, even at this hour. The door creaked open, and I caught a glimpse of the girl-no, the woman-before she quickly lowered her eyes.
"Mr. Caesar, the reports you requested," she said, her voice barely above a whisper as she stepped inside and placed the files on my desk.
I watched her closely, assessing her as she kept her head down. There was something different about this one, something I couldn't quite place. She wasn't fawning over me like the others had, nor did she tremble under my gaze. Yet, she was cautious, careful in a way that piqued my interest.
"Angelica, right?" I asked, my voice cold, devoid of any warmth.
"Yes, sir," she replied, still not meeting my eyes. Smart move.
"Look at me when you speak." My tone was as sharp as a blade, and she quickly obeyed, her gaze locking with mine. Her eyes were dark, but there was a fire in them, a resilience that I hadn't expected. Interesting.
