Chapter 20
ROMANO
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I should be worried about who had gotten to Martini before we did, but here I am, thinking about her; I didn’t even get a sink of sleep last night.
The way she had looked in that dress, she was even sexier than I remember; perhaps it is because she has had a baby, but she now looks more womanly; her curves are more accentuated.
I still recall the way she had dragged every male’s attention last night; they all stared at her like a moth to a flame and knowing that I used to own every inch of her and had tasted that sinful body of hers leaves me with a sour taste so much that I’m fucking restless.
How dare she wear such a revealing dress? Does she seek male attention that much?
“Here’s all the information regarding Miss Jasmine, Boss. Please have a look.”
I pick the document up. I want to know everything; for the
for the past four years, what has my ex–wife been up to?
My brows furrow as I glance at the file “A perfumer?”
“That’s right. Miss Jasmine is currently working for Scentual Dreams as a perfumer. She just came back from abroad last week and plans on remaining in the country for an extended period of time. The man you asked me to investigate as well is Bruno Zamora, the CEO of Scentual Dreams and Beauty Corps. They currently have a working relationship as an employer and an employee.”
Bruno Zamora?
Why do I feel as though I’ve heard that name before?
“Are you sure?” I look up at Niko
From what I’d seen last night, they seemed quite intimate; I still remember that bastard’s arms around her, touching what used to be mine!
Perhaps they are just keeping their relationship a secret; thinking of it makes my heart throb uncomfortably.
Shit.
I shouldn’t care.
Our relationship has already ended in that hospital four years ago.
“I’m certain that they are not dating, I secretly bribed an employee where they work and he told me that they’re not that intimate, but Bruno Zamora is indeed trying to woo Miss Jasmine”
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shows that she is living white well in an expensive estate.
“Did she buy the house herself?”
“No. The house belongs to Bruno Zamora.”
This bastard again.
“Are they living together?”
“No, they’re not.
“Tell me
more about this Bruno Zamora guy.” My voice is laced with disdain.
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“Bruno Zamora is actually the son of the family who owns the large Zamora Group of company, they own several hotel chains. He’s 29 years old. He left his family to start his company by himself, and he’s currently single,”
I exhale aloud, bringing my fingers to massage my temples.
Hearing this fucker’s name is already giving me a headache.
It turns out that he is no slouch after all.
“How the fuck did they even meet?”
I’m… not too sure about that.”
My fists tighten as I slam the papers on the table.
There’s no fucking way any functioning man can resist a female as beautiful as Jasmine, her eyes alone are enough to lure any sexually healthy male to temptation.
Damn it.
Did she fuck this Bruno guy to get to her position? The image of her moaning his name suddenly flashes in my head and I mutter a curse beneath my breath.
“Continue to keep an eye on her, and also I need info regarding Martini’s case.”
As Niko closes the door, I exhale again, my chest feeling constricted. I’ve also come to a dead end about the man who orchestrated my son’s kidnapping.
1 comb through the information in front of me, not exactly sure of what I’m looking for.
Why did Jasmine come back to the country? Is it because of work or is she suspicious about what happened at the hospital back then?
Either way. I will never let her find out about Gianni, not because I think she is capable of taking him away. I simply don’t want my son’s life to become complicated or for her to try to use him
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Gianni has become my everything. I still feel guilty each time I look at him, and it’s because I once asked Jasmine to abort him and had even nearly killed him once.
My heart feels heavy each time I remember that dreadful incident, I have no excuses for nearly killing my own child back then.
Now, I will spend my life loving him and protecting him, even if it is from his manipulative mother.
“Bruno Zamora” I mutter the name aloud, I cannot place it but I’m certain that I know this name before now.
The realization hits me hard. I remember now!
That year when Jasmine had initially escaped with the pregnancy. He is the same person who had taken her in!
I growl restlessly at the thought. Is it a mere coincidence, or did they already start their relationship even when she was two months
pregnant with my child?
Fuck, I don’t know what to feel anymore, I relax my head against the chair, my eyes unintentionally shifting to her picture on my desk.
These feelings are beyond unhealthy, for me. For Gianni… And even for her.
I hate her, so why do I want her so much? She is like a sore that refuses to heal, did she place a
curse on me?
Seeing her last night has only fueled my blood with need which I have been trying to suppress for so long.
My entire body aches to touch her again, I want to feel her warmth.
The brief kiss we share last night refuses to leave my mind, it feels like a hot metal brand, sizzling against my skin and refusing to quench… Until it fucking destroys me.
In the picture, her full lips are curved into a sensual smile. Those lips that used to take beautifully.
my
cock so
I can nearly hear her gagging around my meat, her eyes pleading with me to be gentle, and in the end, I always make her swallow my cum.
Damn it.
I hiss low in my throat as my cock twitch in my pants, I unbuckle my pants and my cock springs free. It’s already hard and dripping with precum.
My jaw clenches as I fist it in one hand. I close my eyes, envisioning the way those soft breasts of hers haf cushioned perfectly against me last night, those nipples of her which had been erect from cold stabbing through my chest.
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A bead of precum oozes from the glans of my cock and I moan.
Now that she has become a wild kitten, it’s so fucking attractive.
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She used to be so weak and submissive, and this feisty side of her makes me want to conquer her. and I won’t stop until she is wreathing beneath me again.
These thoughts pour through my mind and my fist continues to slip up and down my shaft rapidly, the wet slapping noises echoing my office.
My breath comes out in harsh, heavy pants, and a guttural groan bursts from my parted lips as I cum harder than I’ve ever done in four years.
The wave of euphoria never stops, the intensity of it heightening, taking me to the brink and then I feel myself crashing back to earth.
I stare at her picture, which is now covered with my semen; the post–nut clarity hits me hard, like a brutal punch in my guts.
What the hell am I doing?
Just how many men has she slept with in the last four years? Yet, here am I behaving like a rabid dog in heat, a fucking hormonal teenager who has never had sex for the first time.
She cannot continue to do this to me, she’s ruining me and even worse is the knowledge that I’m fucking allowing her to.
