The Boss' Babies

Chapter 13

Angelica's POV

He pushed me to the bed and pressed his lips to mine, making me taste my essence on his mouth. He held my hands above my head on both sides. Before I could realize what he was about to do, he led my hand to his very hard arousal. He started moving our hands up and down til he let go of my hand and let me do my own thing with him. He groaned as I squeezed and moved my hands faster. His fingers were teasing me, caressing me but not putting his fingers inside.

I was growing impatient and started squeezing him harder. He finally gave in and pushed two fingers inside with ease. Probably because I already orgasmed earlier. My first orgasm in years. He pushed his fingers inside and out with the same rhythm I had with his arousal. "I'm near," he whispered. I moved my hands harder and faster until he came in my hands. I followed him soon after.

He was pushing me further to the bed when his cellphone rang. "Fuck," he muttered. I never heard him use that as a curse word before. When he answered, reality came crashing down.

What in hell was I thinking letting him touch me? Am I fucking insane?

"Yes?" he muttered to the phone. "No... I am busy. I don't have time to go there... I am sorry but I really cannot spare the time... frankly, I don't care. Call her friends or her mother... Madre dio! I do not care what she told you, she is a full grown woman, I am not her guardian!"

"Was that Maria?" I asked, but I already knew the answer. He nodded. He looked surprised to see me dressed.

He grabbed his boxers and put them on. "It was her companion. She was asking for me again," he said without looking at me in the eyes.

"Why didn't you just go to her?" He then looked at me as if I had completely lost my mind. I tilted my head to one side while waiting for an answer.

He sighed and zipped up his slacks. We were now back to his office. "And have you not talk to me for another week? I don't think so, cara. Besides, I think you are right. She is far too dependent on me. We are not related. I should not be held responsible for her."

I found what he said hard to believe. I know he doesn't really mean it. He was only saying it to appease me. "If you say so." I didn't have the heart or the inclination to argue. I was still mad at him for seducing me and disappointed to myself to have succumbed to him so easily. What happened to my self-respect? Was I that easy a conquest?

We just got out of the bank. I was told that I was to claim my cards next week. Everything was processed with speed and efficiency afforded to clients whose accounts reached millions, Luc being one of those clients.

"Do I have meetings for the rest of the day?" he asked while we were in the car. I checked my phone and shook my head. His three o'clock meeting with the finance manager was canceled to give way to the meeting of all his company managers which he decided not to attend. "Good. I am going with you to choose your dress tonight."

"There's no need. I can choose my own clothes. Thanks anyway," I said sarcastically. He was only supposed to drop me off.

But after he parked the car outside the boutique of city's most renowned couturiers, he got out after me. He held my waist as we entered the premises. Women were busy inside. There were two women who looked like mother and daughter who were being assisted by three of the employees. They were being shown gowns of very intricate design.

One of the women who weren't as busy as others approached us and she seemed to recognize Luc. "Signor di Angelo. How may I help you?" she asked politely.

Upon mentioning his name, the two other clients in the boutique turned their attention towards. "Yes, show us the best of the evening gowns you have please." The woman nodded and called for two of the other women and ordered them to get the best and not to mention the most expensive. The mother and daughter clients whispered to each other, not seeming to like the service given to them. It was obvious we were given more importance.

We were offered wine but Luc politely refused for the both of us saying it was too early in the day. Once the gowns were taken out of storage, we were led to a private, sort of, dressing or viewing room. There were seven gowns, all hanging in front of Luc and I. Three were in varying shades of blue. The other two were in maroon and bright red. The other two were in silver and black. All of them were in varying designs. And I was afraid to ask if the stones were real.

Luc's arm were on the backrest of the couch were in sitting on. I could almost read his mind. It was obvious he imagining me in every one of those gowns. "Which one of those would you like to try on first Signorina?" asked the woman who first entertained us who was apparently called Giulliana.

I already looked at all of them thoroughly and I was decided on the silver one. I don't care how I looked on it. It had long sleeves, the sleeves being sheer but with still with the design of crystals. It had a bare back, open at least almost to my butt. Still, I don't care.

"The silver one please," I requested. The other two attendants at the side were giggling, noticing how Luc looked at the gowns then to me. Giulliana, who was apparently the manager, was nodding with approval at my choice.

I stood up and went to the dais and the two attendants immediately pulled out the surrounding curtain to cover me as I changed. The gown fit like a glove. The sleeves were like a second skin, clinging to my arms. The skirt and its short train fit my legs perfectly. The thigh high slit let me walk freely. I doubt Luc would like to see me wearing this in public as it had the indecent tendency to grab attention. But after everything that has happened since I arrived, I don't care much about how he feels.

The attendants dragged the curtains to the side again with dramatic flair. I was shown to Luc like a was a piece of property he was being offered to buy. I saw the desire flare in his eyes. "Will Signorina please do a slow turn to let us see how it fits in the back?" Giulliana asked. I quietly obliged. When I was facing Luc again, he swallowed hard. I noticed he was served wine. He gulped its contents as if he has been thirsting for hours.

"You are decided on that dress? You will not try on the others?" he asked quietly.

"You approve?" I asked backed, gauging his reaction.

"How could I not? That dress was made for you." He then requested for Giulliana to present to him matching shoes, an evening bag and jewelry. I took of the dress and it was packed for me. The gown's neck was open until my cleavage. Luc chose a choker with a diamonds and its matching earrings and a ring. To me it seemed like a collar.

Author's Note:

So here it is. I finally finished this chapter. May naachieve na rin ako since nagresign ako at habang wala pa akong trabaho.

Wag niyong pansinin yang Versace on the Floor. Trip ko lang ilagay dahil since before Christmas pa ako LSS dyan XD

Happy Valentine's Day in advance. Pero wala pa ring forever. HAHAHAHA

 Hope you enjoy.