Chapter 6
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Sophia
Seducing Ricci Russo.
“The most naive woman I've ever met.” I sneered, pacing up and down my room.
Who the hell did he think he was?
The anger had just begun consuming me, rising from the pit of my stomach and spreading throughout my chest.
“Goddamn you Ricci,” I whispered and flopped on my bed.
Closing my eyes, I let my mind get wild in thoughts.
Ricci was a man who had every little thing laid out in his life, from whom he tightens his grip and whom he discards.
I would be neither.
Instead, I'd be the death of him, someone that would make him pay for everything he'd done to me and my late sister, or everything his decision had influenced.
This was the only driving force I needed to dig up dirt on the second-richest man in the world.
Slowly, as I thought, sleep overtook my senses.
The next morning, I lay still in bed, waiting, watching for any sign that indicated he had left the house. I slowly walked down the hallways and descended the stairs, taking my cell phone with me.
I met the workers in the kitchen, making breakfast.
They greeted me politely, and I replied energetically; the smell of toast was enough to make me forget about my bastard husband for a split second.
“You're up already?” I heard his voice, and immediately, my stomach churned.
Like I said, just a split second.
I turned to him, my lips forming a tight smile.
“Why? Did you want me to die in my sleep?” I asked, and from the corner of my eye, I could see the workers hurrying out.
“You wish, that'll be too easy an escape for you.” He said and glanced at his watch briefly before his eyes landed on mine.
I took in his appearance then.
He wore a navy blue tuxedo, his hair pulled back in its usual mannequin, captivating eyes that I was sure a lot of ladies would have drooled over.
The very thing that irked me.
“Enough with the chatting, wife; I'll see you tonight. Don't leave the house; you can't, though.”
There was stress on the last part, and I did all I could to stop myself from rolling my eyes.
I watched him move out of the kitchen and immediately hurried to my room. I wasn't hungry anymore.
This wasn't such a bad idea as I thought. I could go wherever I wanted in this huge mansion.
Detestable men were always known for keeping their secrets closest to them.
A lot of juicy secrets.
I turned on my phone and dialed my boss.
He picked up immediately like he'd been expecting it.
“Sophia?”
“Uhmm, well, I don't think I'll be coming to the office anytime soon.”
I could hear him exhale a breath.
“Ricci problems?”
“You could call it that,” I said wryly.
“It's going to be okay.”
“I'm sorry.” I finally said I felt I owed him one; after so many years of secretly crushing on him, I just got married overnight.
“What for?” He asked, and I shook my head. Though he couldn't see me.
“Any clues on how I can get Ricci’s secrets? I know I'm a pro at what I do, but marriage…”
“You shouldn't have gone that far,” Benjamin said.
If only he knew that I had no choice in all of this.
“Well…you could go digging around and hope to luck that you find something…or..” he paused.
“Or…”
“You can make the secret come to you.” His voice was low now, and I raised a brow.
“What do you mean?” I asked, lowering my voice. For some reason, the conversation was suddenly turning sacred.
“Men learn to trust a woman they're in love with.” He said and scrunched up my face in disbelief.
“You want me to seduce Ricci?” I half yelled and half whispered.
What in the world was he talking about?
“You heard me.” He said.
“I doubt.” I countered.
He let out a chuckle.
“You are a very beautiful woman, Sophia…” he was saying, but that was all I could hear.
Benjamin called me Beautiful!
Benjamin, my crush since forever!!
“Sophia?” I heard his voice and I snapped back to reality.
“Yes, I can hear you,” I said.
“Don't let him use you, use him instead.”
I nodded, an idea suddenly striking me.
“If you can deliver my stuff, I could work from home,” I said.
“Okay.” He said before the call ended.
It was late into the night, and I was fed up waiting for Ricci to get back. I needed to make my stance clear, and he sure was taking his precious time.
I had just given up on waiting when he walked into the living room.
“About time,” I muttered under my breath and walked towards him. He looked surprised, but then his face went back to its usual coldness.
I stopped in my tracks when I was just a few steps away from him.
His scent.
Not what he was wearing this morning in the kitchen.
Something familiar.
My body spray. Rosy desires.
Except it wasn't mine.
I scoffed.” I guess someone slept well in a bed of roses.”
He raised his brows, obviously unaware of what I was talking about. I could see the faint smear of red lipstick on his lips.
Believe me, Ricci Russo did not wear makeup.
I suddenly wished I could talk to one of his mistresses. They would know a thing or two.
“Couldn't wait to see me?” He said, his voice had a mocking tone.
“Yes,” I said, and he looked taken aback for a while.
“I would like to work from home.”
He walked past me instantly, tugging at his collar.
“Don't think of it.” He said, walking out.
A round of desperation hit me, Ricci would cut the power supply if it meant defying me.
“Then what should I think about? How idle I am and how well I will fit in one of the workers' arms?” I yelled, and he stopped in his tracks.
I smiled, satisfied.
I have him now.
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