Matteo, Leonardo, and Alessandro, the powerful owners of De Angeli Enterprises, are in their early thirties and have built a fearsome reputation worldwide. Known for their ruthlessness and ambition, these men have amassed wealth and influence by tak...
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As Yulia stepped into Matteo's office, her nerves immediately softened at the sight of him behind his desk. Matteo was focused, his hands tapping swiftly on the keyboard, but the moment his eyes landed on her, his expression shifted. With an easy, fluid motion, he reached for a remote control, and Yulia noticed the blinds behind him closing, shutting out the view of the city below. It was a small gesture, but one that instantly soothed her—a reminder that he was thoughtful enough to remember her fear of heights.
"Hello, princess," Matteo greeted warmly, his deep voice carrying a tone that felt both professional and personal. "Thank you for coming. Please, take a seat," he said, motioning to the familiar couch where they had sat last time. His gaze lingered on her for a moment as he stood from his desk and walked over to join her.
As he approached, Yulia's cheeks flushed a light pink, her heart fluttering at the sight of his smile. His presence was magnetic, and she found herself feeling both self-conscious and comforted in his company.
"You look beautiful as ever, Yulia," he complimented, his words smooth and effortless, but the sincerity in his voice made her stomach flip.
She lowered her gaze shyly, the heat in her cheeks intensifying. "Thank you," she mumbled softly, her fingers tightening around the bag she carried.
Matteo's eyes flickered to the contract peeking out from the side of her bag, and his expression brightened with a hint of anticipation. "I see you brought the contract," he said, his voice betraying the excitement he couldn't quite mask. While the offer on the table was for her to become their private chef, he knew that Yulia moving in would open the door to something far more significant—a deepening of the connection they all shared.
He sat down beside her, his demeanor calm yet purposeful. "Did you have time to look over it? How are you feeling about everything?" he asked, his gaze steady and full of interest. He was eager to know her thoughts.
As Yulia settled into her seat beside Matteo, she heard the soft click of the office door opening again. Her gaze shifted, and there, with matching smiles, stood Leonardo and Alessandro. They seemed to fill the room with their presence, both exuding their own kind of magnetism.
"Belissima," Alessandro greeted her smoothly, his usual charm on full display as he reached for her hand, lifting it to his lips in a gesture that made her heart flutter. His kiss was brief but enough to send warmth spreading across her cheeks, leaving her blushing as she shyly looked up at him.
Leonardo's greeting followed, his deep voice rich with the unmistakable cadence of his Italian accent. "Hello, Mio Amore," he said, his words causing her stomach to twist into nervous knots. She forced herself to smile, nodding at him in return while her mind screamed at her to remember that he was off-limits. They were all probably just being polite, and here she was, reading too much into every glance and word like someone who hadn't received affection in ages.
