Chapter 7
1100 Words
Sophia
A friend to help
“I hope to God that was a joke.” He said, turning to face me, I could see a dangerous spark rising in his eyes. It made me happy. I felt powerful.
“Why would you think so?” I said and walked towards him. I paused just inches away, rising on tiptoe; I moved closer, my face just inches away from his chin.
And slowly I whispered. “Well, it seems like you certainly had lots of fun, can't I?”
Before I could think, I felt his hands strong on mine. He pulled me back roughly; I gasped, obviously taken by surprise.
“Sophia!” He growled.
“What? Don't you think a cheating husband deserves a cheating wife?” I asked, and a round of laughter bubbled within me; I let it out, throwing my head back. My body shook in his hold.
I didn't care, couldn't care less that the plan was on seducing him, not enraging him.
I despised him too much, too.
“You don't smell drunk, but you are.” He said, and I looked back at him.
“Oh, I'm way too sober, Russo. You don't want an Idle wife who thinks of getting laid most of the time, do you?”
I could see the struggle just beneath the surface; he was holding onto his sanity.
For a moment, it looked like he would lose it and hit me. He wouldn't.
The only men who acted like that were men who had nothing to their name, who had a lack of control, like a very lovely father.
Ricci was top-tier.
He exhaled, and his warm breath caressed my face.
“If you want so badly to get laid, I'd do it with you.”
“Oh hell no, I don't want to f**k you, Ricci,” I said. And it was true.
The thought had never even crossed my mind.
“So what the hell do you want?”
“I told you, let me work from home and you won't have an idle wife.”
He let go of me, and his eyes closed briefly.
“It was all about this?”
“Listen to me, and you won't have to go through it.”
He nodded.
“Fine, you can work from home or whatever. Just stay out of my sight.” He was obviously irritated when he left me and stormed out of the sitting room.
I was just twice as much.
I walked back to my room and ruffled my hair in frustration, suddenly aware of all that I had said.
“What the hell was I thinking?” I whispered with a frustrated yelp.
How well would my body fit in the workers’ arms?
What was I?
A starved slut?
I was starved in a way but…not THAT way.
“It's all good, Sophia; you did well.”
I had gotten what I wanted. Even if it had gone the wrong way. How am I going to seduce him now?
Seducing him was different, but to make him fall in love with me?
His hatred towards me had probably just tripled.
All in all, I was proud of myself. I had made the great Ricci Russo lose his calm.
The next morning, Benjamin had sent some of the stuff I needed to make up a home office, among them were stuff I would tag as top secret.
Top secret.
Just then, my mind went back to the bombing accident.
Who was behind it?
I'm not one of those people who had the benefit of saying, ‘Why would anybody want to kill me?’
A lot of people wanted to kill me.
But just in their heart, I would think, probably make me lose my job or clap hands and laugh at my downfall.
But a bomb?
That was not something you see every day.
“Hello, ma'am.” I heard, and I looked up to see a lady standing at the door of my newfound study. She was a little chubby, with wide brown eyes and cherry-colored hair.
I certainly have not seen her around.
“Yes?” I asked.
“My name is Isabella, Isabella Miller. I'm your new personal assistant.”
Personal, what now?
“Huh?’ I asked.
She looked uncertain as she stepped inside.
“I was asked to help support you, it was an order from Mr Russo.”
I raised my brow and stared at her.
Did Ricci really think he could plant a spy on me?
“And you are?” I asked.
“Isab…”
‘No, not your name. Why would he send you here?”
“Oh, my mother was the chief maid before she retired, and I grew up here. I'm the most trusted, and I guess that's why he sent me to you.”
I raised my brow, taking in the lady's appearance.
Most trusted could mean most knowing.
“Alright, Isabella, you need to get this clear. You work for me and not for Russo.” I said, and she shot her brows up in confusion.
I shrugged.
“Well, technically, he pays you, but you are for me, and only where I send, that's where you will go,” I said, and I was surprised at how her face lit up.
“Yes, ma'am.” She said all too fervently.
“Good,” I said
“What can I do?” She asked, already coming close.
“Stay there,” I said immediately. There were still some top secrets here.
I took the files immediately and held them in my hands.
I turned back to her.
“Now, you've been here since you were a baby?” I asked.
“Yes, well, my mom served Mr Russo's parents.”
I love where this was going.
“So you've known Ricci your whole life?” I asked, and she nodded.
“Tell me about him,” I said, and saw her raise a brow.
“You know we married in a hurry, and I just want to know him any way I can.” I feigned dreamy eyes, and I guessed that did the trick.
“Well, I wouldn't say I know him that much; he is either at work or here…oh well, except the times when he suddenly disappears every…” She seemed to have caught herself from spilling more, but it was too late.
I raised a brow; this was really getting interesting.
“He suddenly disappears?” I asked, placing a palm on her shoulder.
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