Two
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Vincenzo’s POV
New York, USA
The doors have barely closed when I pin her against the opposite wall, my lips on hers again.
She responds eagerly, lifting herself onto me, and wrapping her legs around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders through the material of my Italian shirt.
We practically stumble out when the doors open, staggering toward my apartment door.
The way her legs are locked around me, the feel of her nails digging through the fabric of my shirt, into my skin, and the scent of her body pressing against mine drives me so wild, my arousal is almost primal.
I want to take her here, and now.
I fumble with the keycard, my heart racing until we finally get in.
I drop her long enough for our clothes—or what is left of them, to hit the floor, and she is on me once more for me to continue exploring every inch of her body within reach as we move to my bedroom.
All we have on at that point is our underwear, and honestly, they don’t look like they are going to last too long either.
I drop her onto the massive bed, and as she sinks into the plush mattress.
I quickly follow, continuing my assault on her senses.
She lets out a small gasp as my lips travel down her neck, while I work magic on her curves.
I pause at her breasts, savoring each mound of flesh with a desire that makes her shiver beneath me.
At that point, she can barely keep track of my hands, lost in their stimulation, until I take hold of the string, finally freeing that pulsating need at her core.
She gasped softly.
“I need you. Now, Vincenzo,” she whispers.
In one swift move that screams experience, I do away with my briefs, and join her, slipping my fingers around her neck as I fill her completely. She feels soft, warm, and tight around me. It drives me crazy.
“f**k,” I mutter, leaning in to kiss her as our bodies rock slowly, moving in a rhythm that is as much about control as it is about pleasure.
But that control is short-lived. Driven by the sound of her moaning my name, the way she grips me, and the way her body is moving against mine, I pick up the pace, making her call out my name into the night as I make her mine.
Countless positions later, we both lie sated in my bed, her head resting against my chest. My fingers caress her back in random patterns while the night replays in my mind, a mischievous smile crossing my lips.
Late the next morning, I stir, smiling—last night had been everything I expected and more.
I reach out to pull her closer, perhaps for another round, but my hands find cold sheets instead.
I open my eyes, blinking against the light.
She is gone.
***
Cassie’s POV
Los Angeles, USA
“Beep! Beep! Beep!”
I hurriedly grab the phone from its cradle, searching my desk furiously.
“Hello?” I answer, knowing exactly who it was.
“Where are you, Cassie? All the members of the board are already here. What’s the hold up?” His voice sounds worried over the telephone.
“I… uh… I’m on my way.”
I exhale deeply.
“Marcus, tell them I’m on my way.”
I hang up and glance around my office.
It is a total mess, and I still haven’t found the flash drive containing the designs for late spring and summer.
I want to cry.
That’s a lie.
I am already crying. The tears sting my eyes as they escape, and I sniff, shivering.
I have put in so much work, but this is definitely going to get me fired.
Just then I hear someone at the door. I quickly wipe my eyes, and drop to my knees, pretending to be looking for the drive under my desk like this wasn’t the billionth time I had looked there.
“Cassie?”
“Hmm?” I answer, without looking up. The voice belongs to Emma, my assistant. I don’t want her to see me this way, so I wipe my face some more.
“Isn’t this the drive with the summer designs? I found it lying on the floor,” she says carefreely, and my head pops up immediately.
I recognize the lil blue guy in an instant, and gasp, flying into her arms.
“Oh, thank you so much!” I cry.
But I realize myself, and step back because we aren’t really close.
“I owe you one. We’ll talk after the board meeting,” I assure her, and practically run out the door.
It sounds like she said something, but I can’t really think much about it because I’m racing for the boardroom.
***
Vincenzo’s POV
New York, USA
For a moment, I feel a pang of disappointment, because she’d been one good f**k. But it quickly fades—no strings attached—just how I like it.
I stretch and feel my muscles ache, bringing another smile to my lips.
Last night was everything, and I can’t wait to give Lorenzo the low down.
But that would be later, I tell myself, yawning as I relax back into the pillows-
Just then, my doorbell chimes, interrupting me.
I glance at my phone.
“Who the hell knocks on other people's doors at 9 AM?” I groan, tossing my phone farther away—on the bed—and ignoring the person at the door.
But they persist.
I exhale resignedly.
Perhaps she forgot something. I shrug, sitting up reluctantly; I grab my phone, then a pair of sweatpants and pull them on as I make my way to the door.
***
Cassie’s POV
Los Angeles, USA
I pause outside the boardroom, and smoothen my outfit, glancing at my reflection on the glass wall. I still look a bit flustered from searching so hard for the drive.
So I sweep my fingers through my blonde hair, and shake to untangle any messy curls, then rub my palms against each other, and caress my face to bring back some warmth and color.
Finally, I smoothen out any ruffles on my form fitting black gown, and step into the boardroom.
There are murmurs around the room, but they quieten down one by one.
All eyes immediately fall on me, and I give them a small nervous smile.
“Sorry I’m late, board members, I had a severe personal emergency to take care of. But that’s not an excuse. I apologize for taking your time in this way,” I address them, then walk further into the room with pin-drop silence.
My knees are quivering so badly, I’m so sure I would fall down at some point. Meanwhile, why does the boardroom seem longer than I remember? I wonder, walking to a small table standing before them upon which rests a laptop and projector.
“It’s alright, Cassie, carry on,” the President of the company speaks gently.
To his right is his son, and my direct boss, Marcus.
I insert the flash drive, and it’s only then that I remember…
I didn’t check the files. What if they were deleted or swapped or incomplete?
Despite the powerful air conditioning, small beads of sweat form on my forehead as I wait for the system to load up the files.
My heart starts pounding against my chest, and I am certain that fear is displayed all over my face.
I wouldn’t survive this if you fail me, I tell myself. I can already feel the tears at the back of my eyes.
***
Vincenzo’s POV
New York, USA
I open the door, and it’s not the Asian chick, but this one’s stunning as well.
“And you are?” I ask suavely, feeding my eyes on her.
All she has on is a black satin slip and heels.
“Oh Vincenzo,” she purrs, leaning against the door frame. “Don’t be like that. Thought I’d drop by and see if you needed company,” she says with a wink.
That statement clicks a memory in my head, and now I smile at her.
“Rissa.”
“The only one,” she purrs.
"You didn’t bring your girl along?” I ask, memories of two nights ago returning vividly.
She does a slow spin, and that buries my slight disappointment.
I quickly step aside, letting her in.
I shut the door with a back-heel kick, and she jumps onto me, locking her hips at my waist as I kiss her hungrily, blindly carrying her to my bedroom.
“What the f**k, Vincenzo?!” A voice yells suddenly.
I pause at the sound of that voice, dropping Rissa…
Wait, what? Oh, God no… It can’t be…
Rissa hits the floor with a crash and yells in pain.
But I have more worrying concerns.
The door to my bathroom is wide open, and the Asian chick is standing in the doorway.
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