"Good luck to that. Knowing your little spitfire, it may be the other way around. And that would be great and you'll suffer the way I did," -- Isaias Vitale

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Athena Guidici's POV

Giovanni's face distorted as he gave me a disapproval look. "Who are you calling?" Gosh, when is he going to stop making things worst. We are inside his car and he was glancing at my side occasionally with this interrogating hawk-like eyes, like a gauging sharks in that show, shark den. Honestly, it's suffocating!

"I'm trying to call Bell again, now happy?" I rolled my eyes and he just look at me with a mischievous grin in his demonic face. Honestly, after barging into my office and dragging me back home, plus leaving my car in our building, I'm really at the verge of exploding.

"Yes," his grin widened and I rolled my eyes again in frustration and exasperation.

"Don't do that often, bambolina. You might get used to it and your eyes would roll every time you talk and you will look like an alien, with rolling eyes," he teased. I looked at him in disbelief, with my nose flaring smoke.

He was grinning from ear to ear and I could see that he's happy. I was about to retort when his phone rang. He connected it from the audio of his car.

"Speak," I just listened. His playful voice is gone and here comes his stoic-stricken voice who could frighten any human being.

"Mr. Santorini, it's Logan Gold."

"Yes, Mr. Gold?"

"I just had a conversation to the CEO of the Maynard Corp., Mrs. Kinsley. She's selling her shares of the Italy's Financial Investment Group or IFIG, Sir. She would like to offer it to you first since you owned businesses in Italy. She doesn't want to have anything to do with the IFIG anymore, Sir."

"How much is her share?" He inquired. He looks very interested. His eyes now were trained to the road while driving carefully.

"Something like thirty-five percent, Sir."

"I want to have a meeting with her, ASAP. Call my secretary to book the schedule and I'll meet her up soon to talk about it,"

"Yes, Sir."

"How is the bank going?" I heard him ask.

"The Massaretti offers us a partnership-"

"No! I don't want anything to do with Marco Massaretti!"

"Just as I thought, Sir." This guy sounded so trustworthy and I have guessed he was Giovanni's right hand. "We are offering a bid over the Haywood Mortgage Bank. It was on the market now. It's been bankrupt for a while, it was only exposed recently."

"I'll take a look on that," Giovanni looks at me and smiled, then his one hand reach out for my hand and held it while his other steering the wheel. "Is that all, Mr. Gold?"

"So far, Sir. I'll fax all the details of the IFIG and the Haywood now."

"Good. Have a good day, Logan!" I heard the guy on the other line gasped.

"T-thank y-you, S-sir." He stammered and I almost laughed. The whole time, he sounded so confident and smart, and all of a sudden, he stammered like an idiot.

"Who was that?" I asked as soon as the call ended.

"He's the Santorini's Holding Vice-President," He replied nonchalantly. "Would you like to eat somewhere?" he suddenly ask, dropping the subject.

"No, let's just go home and you will cook," I remember that I'm mad again. I pulled my hand away from his hold.

"Hey, I thought were good?" he whined.

"Sorry, we are not!" I glared at him.

"Alright, but I can't cook. I don't know how?" He pouted, and he looks adorkable when he does that and I hate the fact that it is affecting me like crazy. My insides are feeling like a marshmallow, but he will never know.

"I'll supervise you," I sigh.

His smiled broadened or I would say, his wicked grin widened and I knew he's up to something again. Honestly, this guy never ran out of wicked thoughts. "Can you wear just my shirt without anything underneath? That would surely inspire me to co-"

"No!" I cut him off and gave him a warning glare.

"Well, I would surely not concentrate because my whole brain will be clouded with these thoughts of undressing you-"

"GIOVANNI!" I shriek, gritting my teeth in annoyance.

When he looks at me, he burst into a fit of laughter and right there and then, my irritation evaporates into thin air, just like that. He looks so carefree and that vulnerable Gio is gone and my heart melts at the sight of him, laughing boyishly, with a carefree aura.

I saw him slide out of his car and I realized we are home. I was about to open the door when he opens it for me. He was too quick. "Thanks" I spat, and his eyebrow cock-up stifling his amusement. He reach for my purse at the back seat and hoisted it on his shoulder and intertwined his hand on mine and I almost burst into laughter seeing him holding my purse like that.

That purse on his rippling muscled shoulder looks really distracting. I can't believe he did that. I remember my brothers or Zander when we were shopping and I had to fit the clothes, I give them my purse, and all of them doesn't want to even just watch or hold it. I can't believe Giovanni would even hoist it on his shoulder.

The cold ruthless mighty Giovanni Santorini.

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Giovanni Santorini's POV

"So what's next?" I was pacing back and forth inside the kitchen while Enna was comfortably sitting on one of the chairs on the table, instructing me what to do next. I'm cooking, lasagna because she said, it's the easiest to make. She has the ready made sauce for lasagna, so she instruct me to saute the grounded beef and mixed with the bottled tomato sauce and that was done.

And a baking dish was sitting on the counter in front of me, with mixed shredded cheeses on another bowl that she made because she doesn't trust me. "Lay some lasagna noodles on the bottom of the dish," she stood up and stood beside me. I could smell her sweet addicting scents and now all my attention is nowhere the dish in front of me, but my bambolina beside me.

"I said lay some lasagna noodles on the bottom," she took one lasagna noodle piece and lay it on the bottom, then another one. I took a piece and lay it beside each other. When it covered the bottom of the dish, she scoops some mixed tomato sauce and poured it on top of the lasagna noodles, then she poured some mixed cheese on top of the sauce. "Now, do the same," she instructed and I did.

After a while, finally, I did it. It wasn't as perfect as she did, but it's good enough. "Do you think it will taste good?" I asked after I tossed it inside the preheated oven.

"Did you pour your heart into it?" She asked and my eyebrows quirk. I don't get it.

When she gets I'm confused, she rolled her eyes again. "They say, if you cook and you poured your heart into it, the food will taste better because it was made with your heart. You made it with passion," she elaborated further.

"Of course, I did. I even include my penis into it," I proudly say, and I know I sounded stupid, but that's true. While I was preparing it, I was thinking of Enna and fucking her while preparing that fucking lasagna. Licking the sauce on her chest down to her mounds, while my cock throbbing.

"Gosh, what am I gonna do with you!" She turns her back and left me in the kitchen. I was watching her sexy ass that was showing off with her tight pencil cut skirt.

And yes, my penis is throbbing. When I look at the oven, I remember how long would that be to be cooked. "Hey, bambolina. How am I going to put the timer on?" I called out.

"I already did," she responded. I looked at the oven and there's a number at the digital screen, says 29:26, which means it would be bake for thirty minutes.

I decided to follow her. I'm sure the oven beeps once it's done. Just as I reach the living room, my phone rang. I pulled it out of my pocket and connected it. I saw it's Isaias.

"Yes,"

"Theresa knew where the tape is? I had to fucking date this ugly ass just to get that fucking tape. You fucking owe me one, Leone!" he growled. I chuckled.

"That's not bad!" I chuckled. "You get the tape, you even get a sex-"

"She's wild and too kinky on the bed, Leone! I had to fucking endure being tied on her bed and she fucking fucks me, and I was unable to do anything because I was fucking restrained! Do you get the fucking torture I had to endure?"

I pictured it and it's hilarious. I could sense the frustrations in his voice and I stifled my laughter, not wanting to aggravate him more. "I felt like a whore here, and you fucking owe me one."

After hearing it, I couldn't contain the amusement anymore. I burst out into laughter. "It's not funny, and I have to see her again to get the tape. I just hope that old Guidici won't catch her sneaking into her vault. Guess what?"

My laughter sobered and my interest increased. "What?"

"Theresa had been Salvo's hidden mistress and the two fucking in his office numerous times. That secretary is a fucking nymphomaniac, I tell you!"

"Well, that's good. Now it's easy for her to get the tape."

"Yes, and I have to endure all this fucking torture. And that retard of a secretary is really frustrating, but your right, I get to fuck, well I was raped actually. I can't move because I was fucking tied up on her bed while she rapes me." He blabbered and I'm really having a good time listening to his sentiments.

"Next time, ask her to change position. You are good in negotiations, and fuck the living daylights out of her," I grinned mischievously as the face of Enna flashed in my head and I pictured her being tied up on her bed as I ravished her.

"I already did that. She objected. She likes it that way, it pleasures her, according to her. And because of the fucking tape, I had to agree. Well, one more torture and it's all over. I'll fuck her to make her realized that it's better when she's tied up than the other way around!" He proclaimed pompously and I knew he would. Knowing Isaias, he would.

"Well, good luck amigo. I might try that," I mumbled the last word but he heard it.

"Good luck to that. Knowing your little spitfire, it may be the other way around. And that would be great and you'll suffer just the way I did," a loud laughter on the other line broke out and I can't believe Isaias was laughing like that now.

Vito must be right. Our friend probably falling into love now. I just hope not that Theresa Agoncillo.

"Call me when you get that tape soon." I dismissed and he agreed.

I shoved the phone inside my pocket and followed Enna in her room. Just as I made few strides, she emerged from the stairs with only her skimpy short and tank top and she looks so sexy hot. Her face is disgruntled.

"Something's wrong?" I asked worriedly.

She sighed. "I can't contact Bell. I don't know what's happening to her. She hasn't emailed me back, yet." She walks to the couch and plop down, then reach out for her laptop that was sitting on the coffee table.

"Maybe she's just busy," I consoled as I followed her and sat beside her. I watch her as she power up her laptop and place it on her lap.

She looks at me while waiting for her laptop. "It's not typical her, Gio. She would quickly respond to my text or emails. Can you call your friend Rafael? Maybe that ass had done something to her again," her eyes sharpened as she said the last words.

I don't think Rafael would do anything to her. I saw how he loved that woman. "I don't think my friend did something to her. He's too much in love to hurt her," I commented nonchalantly, but I pulled my phone anyway to call him.

I dialed his number and then waited for to ring. It rang couple times, and then a dial tone, and it says on the screen, busy. I tried it again and it's the same response.

"He's busy." I shoved the phone inside my pocket again and nuzzled my head on her shoulder watching her laptop as she went browsing on.

She went on her emails and she sighed when no response from her friend. Then she went on entertainment and read articles. "Don't you want to watch the TV?" she asked turning her face to me.

"No. I'd rather watch you." I curled my hand around her waist and I cuddled her as she went back on browsing.

"I never see you going to your office," she suddenly commented as she kept on clicking links.

I shrug my shoulder. "I own the company, bambolina. I paid trusted people to do the job for me," I kissed her shoulder and she nodded her head. I rested my chin on her shoulder as I read the article she's reading.

MYSTERIOUS GIRL OF THE COLD RUTHLESS TYCOON, GIOVANNI SANTORINI.

I quickly straightened up and grab the laptop from her. "HEY!" She scowled and I ignored her. Who the hell spread this.

I read the article.

A mysterious girl has been with the most sought after bachelor, Giovanni Santorini, couple times. Our team has been digging out about the girl and we are not sure yet if it was her, so we don't want to name her yet. We just want to share to the world that the ruthless manwhore Giovanni Santorini seems like he found his true match, the way Mr. Valiente did. So, ladies, I think our eye candy is already off of the market ...

I looked down on the source of the articles. Daily News.

Cazzo!

"Give that back to me," she snatches the laptop back and I'm glad I close the link before she could read the whole thing. Hoping she forget the title.

"Hey, I was reading that!" She gave me an incredulous exasperating look and I just ignored her as I pulled out my phone.

"Santo-"

"I want you to get that articles about me, which was posted by the Daily News, off. ASAP! Call the IT manager and do something! Anything that link to me, or about me and my life, I want it done in twenty-four hours!" I growled gruffly cutting off my secretary and then hang up the phone.

These people are really getting into my nerves now. Now, I can't hide her anymore.

I saw Enna gaping at me in confusion. "I'll go take a look on the lasagna." I quickly left her since I don't want to talk about it.

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I was in my office the next day since Enna has to go to work. Little did she know, two of my men is following her, watching her in case someone were up to no good.

Since this morning all I did was signing contracts, reading contracts and revising. It's lunchtime when I got a call. I connected it to my mac desktop. That's why I love apples. "Speak,"

"Sir, she's on her break, the camera is on,"

My two men were carrying camera's in their fake glasses, so I turned the video on my phone and it automatically opens up in my mac desktop. I saw her with some girls laughing while having lunch. Then suddenly, the camera aimed to the floor.

"What the hell happened!" I growled.

"Sorry Sir, but she stared at my direction."

"She can't tell. That's why I asked you to wear polarized sunglasses idiota!" I hissed in frustrations.

The camera focuses back on their table and now, I saw Dean occupied the chair across her. "I'm transferring your call to the other line. I'll call her," I told him but because of excitement, I accidentally ended it, but I'm glad the video is still on.

I dialed her number right away. I saw her looking reaching for her purse then rummaged inside it. "Damn that purse! It's too small to take her a long time finding that fucking phone!" I mumbled to myself.

"Sir, Dara Melvin is here to see you," I look at my secretary in frustrations, eyebrows furrowing.

"I don't remember agreeing to see her-"

"Hey Gio," Dara walks in sexily with her tight fitting black mid-thigh Herve leger dress, with a deep plunging neckline showing her big boobs whom I got crazy before. Now it has no effect on my system. I took a second to feel if my amigo reacted, but it's still dead.

Well, my amigo is loyal.

"You sit and wait there, Ms. Melvin," I pointed on the couch a far back where my mini-setting is.

"Gio," I heard Enna's voice and my attention went back to the camera. A smile broke out on her lips.

"Bambolina," I mumbled, like a lovesick fool as I watch her face smiling broadly. "Did you had lunch?" I feigned and I saw her nodded. She looks so sexy and now I'm missing her.

"I'm just having one. You?" she asked.

"Not yet. I want to hear your voice, I'm sure I'll be fine. I miss you," I uttered as I leaned on my chair but my eyes trained on the video.

I saw Dean put something on her plate. My jaws tightened. "Don't eat whatever that Dean puts in your plate!" I suddenly blurted out.

"What? How did you know?"

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