BILLONAIRE ROMANCE

ATTENTION READERS!: To fully enjoy the experience, I have placed some words in Massimo's native language "Italian" so I advise you to translate quickly, and thus live this story with great intensity. Enjoy it. Massimo.- Waking up another day, another day being a D'Angelo, being a man full of power, it's not a problem for me, I've lived most of my life surrounded by fortune and power, there's not a thing in this f*****g world that I can't get it, it's all in my hands, leading a huge corporation that has run my family for decades, being the head of my own company, throwing away women as much as I throw away expensive suits, this is my life and believe me I'm pleased with it. That I am. —Stop acting like a prince, you're not. — I am not a prince, dear, in that you are in the truth. I'm a f*****g king – I answered with confidence. Nothing is important to me, much less the girl next to me, what was her name? Martha? Claudia? Maybe…Sarah? Ash, I don't know, I'll call her Bianca, it must be her name, most Italians have it, right? —Wake up, Bianca, you must go. I yelled at him unkindly. Fidgeting in her place de ella, maintaining a sleepy position, she forces me to shake her unclean. "Oops!" Right now. "Who is Bianca?" My name is Alessandra — Said the blonde next to me, trying to get up. Shit. Remember to write her de ella names de ella Massimo, so you don't have to go through painful situations, let's use the usual tactic. Yes, that always works. “It's just the housekeeper, you… whatever your name is, you have to go,” I said, anxious and jaded. —Go away? She replied, looking confused. — That's right, right now. My grandfather is visiting me this morning and I don't want him to see you – sentence. Why don't you want him to see me? I started massaging my temples in frustration. What wasn't logical? Why do I always have to live in these shitty situations? — Should I give you my personal details as well, or have you asked enough already? Get up—Express yourself with skin-deep rage. Something that girls don't usually understand is that, I'm not the type of man who waits, they are usually dazzled when they see me, when they know what I have, but when it's time to kick them out they do the same because she's beautiful right now. Her gaze glared at me immediately, whispering under her breath. — Be an i***t — I remember with total certainty why Italian women drive me crazy, that sophisticated accent, so sexy, manages to fascinate me to an unimaginable point, even when he has called me an i***t. — I ragazze my sexy girl, non i***t — I said with a smug smile — I don't understand why they don't, if you're an i***t — I blurt out angrily I smiled sarcastically — Wow, you are the type of beauty who wants you to call her after a night of s*x, contact her whereabouts, take her to other appointments, give her flowers and expensive jewelry, that we live together and then ask her to marry her, have some little babies and live happily ever after – I said that with so much sarcasm that every word was bitter in my mouth, although for her, it turned out to be the perfect plan because she looked at me with her big green eyes, with an expression of illusion, I smiled smugly without I could avoid it and I said — What do you think pretty? That won't happen, now move on. Her face twisted sadly, did she really expect all that s**t to happen? Wow, I thought she would be a lot smarter, but I see not. That is being quite delusional, living on illusions is not my forte. “And you're the kind of i***t who assumes she'll have what she wants forever, Don Massimo.” But what do you think? It won't be like that,” she said contemptuously. The people around me often reflect that things like that affect me to the point of losing sleep, but… logically it is not like that, I am entirely sufficient, what I have makes me what I want. Therefore, being self-sufficient and showing myself as a self-sufficient person is something usual in my personality, so I responded to that without prior flattery or consolation. — I don't just think about it, I know it pretty. I wished you last night, and you woke up in my bed — I said confidently, showing a side smile. — I hope to see you totally discouraged, it's what you deserve — she got up, taking her dress and her shoes And there it is, the usual expression and words of hate every morning. Have I gotten used to it? Well… I have lived it so many times that right now I have an access repertoire for what they will tell me “I hope you stay on the street” “I wish something bad happens to you” “I hate you” blah-blah- blah, all for me, they mean the same thing, words of contempt just for not getting what they wanted from me. “Ciao bella,” I said, waving my hand in farewell, she looked at me with her lips very tight, I know she's furious and that's seriously lovely. - I hate you. — Speech with hate — Better remember it the day I manage to care — I winked one of my eyes mischievously in his direction And just like that, she left. I sighed tediously, returning my head to the pillow in disgust. — What a relief — I expressed calmly — Why are women so crazy? I said to myself: Knocks on my door have alerted me. — Go ahead — Shout with authority — Good morning, Mr. D'Angelo, would you like to have breakfast in your room? — One of my many employees can be seen at the entrance to my room I quickly shook my head in response. — No, Beatrice, Nonno will come this morning and I want to have breakfast with him — I said, getting up from my bed — Sure, sir, what would you like for breakfast? I stopped dead, one of the things I hate the most is people asking me daily, “what should they do for me?” And no, it's not strange, it's entirely possible to believe that if you ask for it every day, why keep asking the same idiocy? — Why can't anyone understand one of my orders, the one who cooks is you, vie fuori di qui. Ash, sometimes I feel like everyone frustrates me to an inexplicable level, so I feel like I have to do everything and figure it out myself, I've been self-sufficient all my life, my parents were never with me, money has always been my partner, and it is not supposed to be a problem for my life, on the contrary, this is the only real thing that I have right now, the only real thing that I have always had. I have lived 27 years of my life under a surname that provides me with a stability that I have adapted to over the years, so I use this to do everything I have always set out to do, do you know what it is? Have a lot more money. Of course, when my parents died in that fateful accident on one of their many flights, everything that was mine was in the hands of Nonno Leonardo, so from that moment on I have been willing to please him in every way, it is the only thing that is left over. — Ecco il mio piccolo Massi — He smiled effusively, walking in my direction I held out my arms with my feigned kindness, it always works. -Nonno Leo. I went up to him and hugged him tightly. — What an adult you look like, my piccolo, how much you've grown — he took my face with his hands, inspecting every little part and detail of it. — Nonno, I'm still the same person you saw a few months ago — I said with disgust He released my face and looked at me carefully and lovingly. — Mio piccolo, I thought we should go to the park — He said, with a smile I raised one of my eyebrows in his direction from him, adjusting my suit once more. — Nonno, I don't have time for that kind of… activities —I expressed with a grimace His face of him changed to a drastically different countenance than before. "But... piccolo, it's what we used to do, remember?" I approached one of the large mirrors that is strategically placed on my dimora, looking at my navy blue suit once more. — We used to Nonno, right now, I have all my right mind to do something more productive, what to go out to make a fool of myself is a stupid park. Yes, excuse me, I need to have breakfast and get on with my day. "Piccolo…" — Nonno, I don't have time, do you understand? I need to get on with my day, and right now, it's getting late. —Look at my watch insistently. — I have to go. ’D’Angelo,” he sentenced. That word made me stop dead, something I've learned over the years is that… you shouldn't say “no” to grandfather Leonardo, so I took a breath, faked a big smile and turned in his direction… — Let's go to the park, Nonno — I said with an expression of joy that was quite unusual and overacted — I like it that way — he said with a big smile — Beatrice, you don't need to serve us anything, I'll take Massimo out for breakfast. I sighed tediously “Do what he says,” I said, pressing my lips together hard. “Of course he will.” — He said, looking at Beatrice, who bowed rather exaggeratedly and went to the kitchen — Now. Walk, choose one of the cars and I will show you where we will go