❛𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊 𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 ❜
|18+| "Get on your knees." Valerio orders, removing his tie and throwing it in the bed.
"You can't just order me around anyhow you want." I snap back, eyes trailing dow...
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"The Wren's deal is still up," he informs me, going through the folder in his hands. "Sun's looking up, I have a feeling we'd close that deal. What do you think?"
I couldn't even register what he was saying. All my mind was on how she tasted, how she clenched around my fingers, the rich smell of her arousal, her beautiful aroused face; flushed cheeks, parted lips, heavy lidded eyes.
"Valerio!" Gio snaps, slamming his hand down on the table to get my attention. "Jesus Christ, what are you thinking about?"
I shake away the sexual thoughts of my wife, focusing on work instead.
"Sorry can you recap?" I apologize, looking at Gio who's looking at me with both curiosity and amusement.
"You never zone out at work, and I mean ever," Gio mentions, crossing his ankle over his knee. "Is something going on?"
"It's nothing that concerns you." I retort, averting my gaze from him. "Now I want a recap."
He chuckles, dropping his eyes to the folder in his hands. "The Wren's deal? There are a lot of possibilities for us. Profit, more collaborations, even more land acquisition."
"That's true," I nod, looking down at the folder on my desk. "Any obstacles?"
He nods, flipping a page. "We have a lot of competition, various companies want in on the deal. All over the world."
Of course they would. This type of deal happens every decade. If I can get this deal, it'll go down in the history of my company. I'll do anything just to get this deal. My father never got a deal like this and I'd rather die than lose in the face of my father.
"Any other thing I should know about?" I ask, picking up the worn out lighter. All the label on it has faded and peeled off, leaving only silver metal at its wake. I have absolutely no idea why I carry it around when I don't even smoke, but the history of the lighter is enough for me to keep it with me. I didn't carry it around for three years for nothing.
Gio closed the folder, dropping it on my table before leaning forward. "Yes."
I raise a brow, "If it isn't work then what?"
"I need some time off work."
That's rare. "Why?"
He scratched behind his ear nervously, "It's just for a week."
My eyes narrows at the way he avoided eye contact. "Why?"
"Zahra and I need some time for ourselves. She needs inspiration for her writing and I need time off work."
I chuckle, leaning back on my seat as I watch him. "Gio Russo, I never knew the day you'll ever be in love with someone would come."
He shrugs, "At least I'm no longer a relationship virgin like you'd say."
