Italian Beast

Chapter 5

My alarm went off again, making me groan but get up and go take a shower. These morning shifts suck, I thought as I got out and brushed my hair. My curls don't get fizzy, thank god, but they usually don't with my shampoo and condition, plus I just naturally have good hair. My hair has always been silk soft with beautiful curls, but not all time.

I sighed and went to my closet to pull out a strapless, sweetheart neck ling, short dress, and then I grabbed the striped mesh sliced see-though, pull-over, long sleeve cover. This can be worn separately with different clothes, which is why I bought it this way because Mia bought it attached. Don't know why. This can be a party dress and a professional dress all in one with multiple styles. It also has a pearl at the top of the collar.

I slipped some shoes on, finished up, grabbed my bag, and went downstairs to see Giovanni. He looked at me with lust and said: "My men will be here to grab your stuff, so shall we go."

"Lead the way," I answer. Giovanni smiled and left, making me follow him to his car; he opened the door for me like yesterday like a gentleman. Giovanni is hard to read; he can be a gentleman at times and then a caveman at others; it makes my head spin.

I got inside, and he followed behind, making us head to work, but not before we stopped for food; thank god I am starving. Giovanni laughed, making me say, "Shut up, I never ate yesterday, and it not nice to starve a woman."

Giovanni chuckled again as we pulled up, and he parked. We threw our food away and got in the elevator, which for once was empty because we were late, which was my fault, making me say, "Sorry for making you late."

Giovanni gave me a wicked smiled mean he has something planned and said: "I am sure you can make it up to me, babe."

I rolled my eyes and laughed because he is always thinking about sex or something dealing with sex. Also, with something touching me in some way or another, and with that note, I felt Giovanni hand on my ass, making me moan. I looked at him and said, "Really."

"You were deep in thought, and we are almost on our floor, so I figure; it would be a good way to get your attention," Giovanni said. I stuck my tongue out at Giovanni, making him pull me against his rock hard body and say, "Do that again, and I will put that tongue to good use, babe."

I bit my lip as I got a little wet because that was such a turn making him groan "Dio che voglio in te adesso Ava." (God I want in you now, Ava.)

Italian, I hate it when he speaks Italian. The elevator doors opened, making people come in, and we left, but as we did, I saw a face I never wanted to see ever again. I stopped, and so did he because he saw me just the same. That was the man who killed my parents. I hate him making me storm into Giovanni and then threw my bag down. Giovanni came in and locked the door to say, "Care to explain that because I can't have my employs acting liking that."

I refuse to work with that ass period, making me get in his face and say, "I quiet, so it doesn't fucking matter."

I went to leave, but Giovanni grabbed me and threw me on the couch gently. I tried to get up, but he crawled over me and touched my cheek with care, making me move away. I am really not in the mood making Giovanni grab me to make me look at him as he said, "Ok, this is how this work I ask a question you answer Ava. You belong to me and only me, so what upset you upset me. I saw your face, and I see it now, so tell me, or I will get it from you."

"I am not am an object, so I don't belong to you," I growled. Giovanni sighed and let my face to say, "You do belong to me whether you like it, Ava."

Giovanni got off me, but I don't want to talk, making me get up and try to leave, but Giovanni turned me around, making me back up against the wall as I said: "Let me go."