The Coldwell

Wet Dream

A couple of hours later, the stewardess left the room, adjusting her clothes. From the smile on her face, it was easy to guess that she had had a very good time.

Dante emerged minutes later, taking his place in front of Vane again. He placed his laptop on a nearby side table, which he moved to rest on his lap.

The man began working without paying attention to her. Vane felt ignored and annoyed. She noticed that her boss still had wet hair - he was bold and shameless. Then she scolded herself mentally, realizing she was giving too much importance to what had happened.

Hours later, they arrived at their destination. The girl had no idea where in Italy they were.

"Welcome to Sicily, Miss Sanders. Today is my cousin's wedding, and you will be my companion."

Vane was surprised to hear this. Now, she wouldn't just be his executive secretary but also his companion.

Without saying anything else, Dante turned to leave the plane. Before doing so, he said goodbye to the stewardess with a seductive smile.

A luxurious dark-colored SUV awaited them a few meters from the plane. Upon boarding, Dante made a call.

"Dismiss the stewardess, hire another girl. Ensure she receives a generous compensation for her services. Prepare a good letter of recommendation for her to be immediately hired elsewhere."

"After saying this, he ended the call. Vane couldn't believe it; he used the girl and then discarded her. Now, she agreed with her grandmother – Dante needed a big lesson to learn that women weren't just objects; they had feelings, and he was hurting them.

After almost an hour of travel, they arrived in the province of Syracuse, in southeastern Sicily, near Rosolini. An impressive country estate stood ahead in the middle of a large field filled with almond and olive trees.

"Tonight, it will just be the two of us at the estate. In the morning, I'll be traveling to Sicily for an important meeting. My family will start arriving at that time. Let's say they're a bit peculiar. I tell you this so that you won't be surprised by their behavior."

Vane listened in silence. Peculiar? What did he mean by that?

The driver opened the car door for them to exit. Vane noticed the white color of the estate, contrasting with the green of the olive trees. In the distance, she could see the sea. She would have preferred the estate to be closer to the beach.

"Follow me; I'll show you to your room," Dante said, entering the estate, followed by the girl.

The interior of the estate was very sober; the furniture was wooden, all in the same color. The massive staircase leading upstairs was also made of wood.

Vane walked, following her boss. They quickly climbed the stairs.

"This will be your room. Mine is right next door, in case you need anything."

Vane blushed at what her boss said; it seemed to have a double meaning. He just smiled.

"You can rest if you prefer. Later, I'll send you some documents with instructions on what to do with them. I'll see you at dinner."

Dante turned to enter his room, leaving the girl standing in front of hers. Vane hurriedly entered the room, having observed her boss's broad back. The interior was cozy, with ample space, decorated in light colors. The large window opening onto an extensive terrace allowed the room to be fully illuminated.

A couple of hours later, a young man knocked on her door. He was a messenger carrying documents that Dante sent. The girl turned on the computer to capture and convert them into the necessary format to send to the email address her boss had provided.

The information in those documents was somewhat strange; the data did not belong to the Damasco corporation. The girl remembered what her boss's family business was, so she hurriedly sent them without paying much attention to their content.

After completing what her boss had instructed, Vane lay down. Unintentionally, she fell into a deep sleep. Shortly after, she felt the door opening. Upon opening her eyes, she could see Dante standing beside the bed."

The blond with blue eyes stared at her intensely, slowly getting closer. Vane was in the midst of a deep slumber that prevented her from moving. Dante gradually brought his face closer until his lips touched hers.

The girl felt a slight tingling on her lips, sensing the warmth emanating from her boss's body. He remained still, unmoving. Vanessa wished he would kiss her at that moment, but apparently, he had no such intentions.

Dante placed his hand on the girl's abdomen, slowly moving it down between her legs. Vanessa let out a moan, and the blond smiled upon hearing it.

He began to move his hand gently, and the girl's body arched, seeking more contact. He stopped, withdrew his hand, then quickly lifted the girl's blouse and b*a, exposing her breasts.

Dante ran his tongue over his lips, swiftly removed his shirt, revealing his muscular torso. Vane scanned every muscle of that perfect body with her eyes.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Dante vanished at that moment. Vanessa woke up startled; it had just been a dream.

She hurriedly got up to see who was at the door. Upon opening it, she saw a woman.

"Mr. Damasco is waiting for you in the dining room in twenty minutes. He wants you to join him for dinner."

"Could you please tell him that I'm feeling unwell? Maybe it's due to the flight. I'll feel better in the morning."

The woman turned around to leave without saying anything else. Vane felt embarrassed by her dream; she felt like the woman had noticed just by looking at her.

She didn't want to go downstairs for dinner with her boss, not after that dream. She felt like she wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes.

In the United States, Katrina enjoyed the company of Evenus. She knew exactly what she had to do and was willing to do anything to achieve it.

"You're charming, Angelina. I wish I had met you before my wife."

"But it didn't happen that way, and we have to resign ourselves. Between us, there can be nothing more than friendship. I appreciate that you agreed to help me; your advice is very useful."

Evenus had no intention of resigning himself. Since the day he met the girl, he only thought about having her under his body in bed, and he would achieve it, one way or another.

"I like you, Angelina, more than any other woman I've ever liked. If you agree, I will dedicate my entire life to you."

Katrina laughed inwardly. Would he dedicate his entire life to her?

"And what if your wife finds out?"

"She won't, and if she does, she'll stay silent. She's afraid of losing me, so she won't say anything. I can assure you of that."

He was shameless, but she liked it. She planned to enjoy him while leading him to the point she needed.

They were in the apartment that Evenus used for his conquests. He had organized a romantic dinner, putting effort into the arrangement. There were hundreds of red roses.

Since Katrina accepted his invitation, she already knew his intentions, but she needed to hurry and advance the mission. She couldn't linger there for too long; she would get rid of Evenus in a couple of months.

Evenus took her hand and began to kiss it, his lips slowly moving up her arm.

"Your skin is so smooth," he said before kissing her on the lips.

At this point, Katrina had no intention of postponing the inevitable. Her plan was progressing perfectly.

Evenus took her in his arms, expecting some resistance, but to his surprise, she let herself be carried into the bedroom. He gently placed her on the bed.

Without saying a word, he removed her dress and then her underwear. He paused for a moment to admire her perfect and well-proportioned body. He then tossed his clothes aside, and she enjoyed the muscular view in front of her.

"Do you like what you see?" She didn't answer; after smiling, she bit her lip.

Evenus responded with a smile and began kissing her entire body, starting from the neck, moving down to her breasts, then her stomach. He traced her belly button with his tongue, then went down and positioned himself between her legs.

The girl knew Evenus was an experienced man, and she was confirming it. He gifted her the best of orgasms.

She let him take control, wanting him to feel like he was in charge, that she was surrendering to his desires. He started gently, and then his movements became more intense.

Minutes later, they both fell into a deep sleep, with Katrina resting on Evenus's chest.

Later, upon waking up, he sought the warmth of the girl's body. When he opened his eyes, he realized he was alone in bed and found a note on the pillow.

"Thank you for an excellent night, but I have to go. What we did wasn't right. Please don't look for me."

Evenus cursed loudly. That girl was dreaming if she thought he would let her go so easily. How dare she leave and abandon him like that?