Godess

Godess

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WpMetadataReadContenido adultoConcluida vie, dic 9, 20222h 31m
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The 22 year old woman Alicia Dea Russo was walking down the street to her new job interview when it started raining heavily which lead to her arriving completely late. As she stepped into the Lobby she saw a very handsome looking man waiting at the registration. When she went too talk to the elderly woman the man told her to follow him since he hand been waiting for her. 24 year old Domenico Millan was looking for a new assistant since his last one quit because of to much work. While he was looking through the sent in applications one of the poked his interests. A sweet looking woman with brown eyes perfect brown her laying effortlessly on her chest and back. Out of 568 applications none of them quietly interested him after reading her application. He couldn't think of another person better than her. What do you think? Will he ruin her with all the work or in another way???
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"Morning, Mr. Serious," I say now, setting his usual cup on the table. I add two sugar packets because I can't help myself. He never uses them. He never even looks at them. But I like the idea of them sitting there, taunting him with sweetness. His eyes flick up to mine - stormy gray, the kind that make you feel like you're under interrogation for a crime you don't remember committing. "You should stop doing that." His voice is low, accented, like gravel dragged across velvet. Russian maybe? Or Italian. Or both. Either way, it does unholy things to my stomach. "Doing what?" I ask innocently, sliding the sugar closer to his hand. "That." His gaze drops to the packets. "I don't take sugar." I grin, all sunshine and sass. "You don't know that. Maybe one day you'll wake up and realize life's better with a little sweetness." ●・○・●・○・● Rafael Volkov doesn't do small talk. Or smiles. Or sugar in his coffee. As the mafia's underboss, he's built a reputation on silence, sharp suits, and an expression that could curdle milk. So of course, Lila Parker makes it her mission to crack him. The sunny diner waitress insists on slipping him extra sugar packets, calling him "Mr. Serious" behind the counter, and treating him like a normal guy instead of a walking red flag. He tells her to stop. She doesn't. He growls. She grins. And suddenly, his late-night coffee runs feel less like routine and more like... something he shouldn't want. The problem? In his world, affection is dangerous. Smiles get noticed. Weaknesses get used. And if Lila isn't careful, her little act of kindness might just paint a target on her back. Rafael swore he didn't have a sweet tooth. Turns out he was wrong. ●・○・●・○・● Word Count: 37,478

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