Surviving

Chapter Twenty Two

Alessandro's POV

I walked in my office. I couldn't sleep, i wanted her. I need her. Everything about her intrigued me. I was allready mesmerized and captured by the time i looked at her eyes.

She was like a drug, intoxicating yet poisonous. I wanted to pepper her with kisses on her plump lips and hold her sexy body tightly in my arms. I don't know what this emotion is. I don't want to believe in this feeling, but this feeling is growing and I'm not liking it.

There is a knock on my door, "Come in." She walked in and i couldn't stop looking at her. I made my face emotionless but her hands caught my attention, her knuckles were split open as if she kept punching something hard repeatedly. I didn't know what i was doing until i was in front of her, i held her hand in mine. Anger coursed through me, they looked so fragile and small in mine. I felt the need to protect her. Dammit! I told myself I'd stay away.

She gasped when i held her hand. I looked at her surprised green eyes, but quickly let go when one of the secretary's came in making me growl in anger. She walked closer to me, her dress was far too short and her boobs were practically popping out.

She glared at Rossana and i didn't like it one bit. Turning back to me with what she thought was seductive actually made her look like she was constipated, "Mr. Milano this package came in for you. I would have given it to your personal assistant but i couldn't find her." I looked at the package and took it from her hands, "Get out and start wearing appropriate clothing, this is a company not a strip club and if i see you with something slutty like that again I'll fire you on the spot. Do i make myself clear! Now leave." She shook her head her eye's holding fear then tried to leave quickly with those stripper shoes.

Turning back to Rossana her face was emotionless again. Her eyes were lifeless almost looking dazed. I cleared my throat and put one of my hands in my pocket. Rossana looked at me and held her hand out, i looked down and haven't noticed that she was holding a cup with coffee in it.

Her voice sent shivers down my spine, "Your coffee Mr. Milano." I nod and took it from her hand. Walking back to my desk i couldn't stop glancing at her hands. She started going over my schedule but i was too busy wondering what made her angry enough to want to punch something.

I got up and walked to my personal restroom to take out the first aid kit. She was still talking about my schedule but i interrupted her. "Come here." She raised an eyebrow but listened. I took her from the waist and sat her on my sink counter, making her gasp at my sudden move. Taking the alcohol i looked at her, "This is going to sting." She just nod her head, her face emotionless again.

I carefully started cleaning her knuckles making her hiss, they were badly teared. I finishing wrapping her hand and held it a little longer rubbing my thumb carefully over her injured hand. "Why." I needed to know the reason for her action. When she didn't answer i looked at her but she kept her face expressionless.

Rossana's POV

When i walked in his office after knocking i couldn't keep my eyes off him. His suit looked like it would burst from his muscles. His wavy black hair looked so soft, making me want to touch it out of curiousity if it really was as soft as it looks.

After the slutty secretary left, my mind drifted back to the letter. I was to into my thoughts until Mr. Milano cleared his throat making me jump back to reality.

I held my hand with his cup of coffee, "Your coffee Mr. Milano." He nods and took his coffee then went back to his desk. I started telling him his schedule   abruptly he started walking to his restroom, i kept telling him his schedule until he interrupts me, "Come here." His voice was comanding yet it sent pleasurable shivers down my spine.

I looked at him and noticed the first aid kit in his hand. I raised my eyebrow but still walked towards him.

Suddenly i was taken by my waist making me gasp and he sat me on his sink. He took out alcohol and cotton swabs and i knew what he was going to do. He looked at me, "This is going to sting." I nod my head but kept my face expressionless.

Once the alcohol touches my tender skin i hiss in pain. He squeezed my hand gently almost comforting. He finished wrapping my hand but he didn't let go, instead he softly rubbed my hand.

He kept his eyes on my injured hand, "Why." It sounded more of a command then a question but i kept quiet.

He looked at me and all i saw was anger in his eyes. I can't bring him into this so i just kept quiet. I don't understand why he's acting this way. Why does he care? We stare at each other for a while until he sighs. He puts the firs aid kit back and without a glance walked out.

I stared at his retreating back as he walked. His muscles looked tense as he walked and sat in his chair. He looked even more worn out.

I got off the sink and stood in front of his desk. He started working on some papers, "Do you need me to do something?" I didnt know what else to say. He wouldn't look at me, he just kept working. I turned and started walking out until his voice stopped me again, "I never said you could leave." His voice turned cold again.

I turned around and just stood there. He glanced at me, "Take a seat." I walked in front of his desk and sat in one of his chairs. After a while of him writing he put his pen down and fold his arms, "I need you to be my date."