The Boss' Babies

Chapter 12

Angelica's POV

I was still cold and terse towards Luc for almost an entire week. I am still not happy with him choosing to rush over Maria's side than to stay and spend time with his family last weekend. My contempt towards Maria Allegri may be irrational for him but I don't care. I wonder how he feel if I choose to spend time with a man than him and the twins.

It was still not public knowledge that I was more than just a secretary to him. We have yet to announce our engagement and him being the twins' father. The grand announcement was scheduled to appear in the papers next week. He wants there paternity legalized through formally adopting them but I have doubts because what would happen if we had a divorce?

"Angel, come to my office. Bring coffee for the two of us," he said screamed through the door. Why does he always forget to use the intercom?

I hurried to the pantry, grabbed two mugs and poured the not so freshly brewed coffee. I hope this burns his tongue. When I got to his office, he had on his reading glasses. He had on his hands the contract for his latest acquisition. A chain of boutiques selling luxury items across Europe and some parts of Asia.

"Yes?" the disdain from my voice was dripping as I set his coffee on the table.

He signed the bottom of the last page of the contract quickly and set them aside. "Call the bank, we are setting you an account, an extension of mine. We're going there after lunch. Also, we are invited to a party tonight. It is formal. Black tie is your term I think. Take the rest of the afternoon off and go shopping. You will use my credit card."

Party? "Can't you take someone else? I'm sure Italian society expects to see Maria Allegri hanging off your arm at these kinds of events and not your secretary. Nothing needs to change because we are marrying you know. She can still acts as your hostess and escorts."

"Are you deliberately trying to anger me, cara? This attitude of yours has gone long enough. I do not need to explain my every action to you. I don't answer to you."

"I never asked you to explain t me and I don't expect you to answer to me. Why are you taking offense? I simply do not want to go to such events. I would only be an embarrassment to you." He stood up and directly went in front of me with only a foot of distance between us.

"Tell me cara, why would you be an embarrassment? You are still regarded as one of the most successful models of your generation, however short your career might have been. You are also educated in one the best schools in the United States. You are the perfect trophy woman." I felt my eyes formed into twin slits beneath my brows. How dare he refer to me as a trophy woman?

"I am not and will not be an accessory to you Lucca. I will not be something you will parade around to your friends and acquaintances. Get that through your head." With that said, I walked passed him towards the door.

But I only managed a few steps before he held me back. With his hand firmly on my arm, he led me to the couch and pinned me there with his weight. "Remember this Angelica, you are my woman. I will do with you as I please. Do not make the mistake of thinking you are not mine. You are mine the moment you stepped into my villa, got lost and looked into my eyes. Tell me, am I the only man in your life. The only one who was touched you? To know you? To feel how you come apart?"

I nodded. Fear of the rage I saw in his eyes making me admit to the fact that he was the only man who has ever had me. He smiled a wickedly handsome smile. "Good. I am very happy to know that. I am the first, the last and the only. Let us keep it that way, hmmm?"

Still I nodded. To dumbstuck at his sudden change of mood. He inched his face closer to mine until his lips touched mine. He was teasing me, making me want more. He put my hands on his neck and pushed me lower to the couch. He stopped suddenly, the wickedly sensual mouth hovering over mine in an evil grin.

Before I could know what he was about to do, he exchanged our positions as he sat on the couch and sat me astride him, putting me in direct contact with his growing arousal. He grabbed my face and kissed me again, while pushing me closer to himself, making heat pool in my lower abdomen. I grabbed a fistful of his shirt, eagerly pushing myself down on him, dry humping him, the heat I was feeling intensifying as he removed the buttons on my shirt and slid them down my shoulders.

He then unclasped my bra and looked at my breasts, an awed expression on his face. "Dio! You are more exquisite than I remembered!" he gasped in surprise. I just grabbed his face and kissed him again. I can't help my response to him. It has always been like this. A touch from him and I burn. His passion always making me a slave to him. His lips trailed dawn to my jaw, then to my neck and finally, it reached my breast. He suckled one as he fondled another, making me wanton. I pressed his face closer to my chest.

I undid the buttons on his shirt and hastily ripped them from his torso. I could see the olive skinned beauty that was him. He had fine chest hairs that trailed down lower. His abdomen was lined with muscles I forgot he had. When did he even have time to work out and maintain them, I wondered. He paused abruptly and stood me up. "Not here," he muttered.

He led me to the small room which had a bed and a few spare clothes. He removed the last of my clothes, kissing every inch of skin as he went. He kneeled in front of me, hands on my waist. His mouth a breath away from my femininity, only thin silk a barrier in between. He slowly pushed my panties down and I stepped, kicking them away, completely naked in front of him.

How had it come to this? A few minutes earlier we were still arguing. But just a smile and a touch from him and I'm back to where I was before. Wanting and needing him this way.

He brought his hands back to my hips, holding me down firmly. He nuzzled the fine hairs in between my thighs then kissed me down there. Just like before, his kisses started small, teasing. Then becoming more intimate. Deeper. Longer. I couldn't help the moan and the gasps escaping my mouth. And when he used his tongue on me, I came apart.

Author's note:

To continue this in the next chapter or not? HAHAHAH

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