The next morning...Hunger woke me before dawn, when everywhere was still dark.Growling hunger.Not like I didn't eat the night before.I did One of the maids had brought dinner to my room. Thankfully, the boss didn't demand my presence throughout the day and I wasn't interested in showing myself either.Now if only things would keep going on this way.My stomach growled again and with s groan I walked out of the room, heading to the kitchen.Damn pregnancy appetite.Thankfully there was some leftover Mac and cheese from last night and I went ahead to microwave a plate, humming in my chest as the food started to warm up.The sounds of footsteps froze me in my tracks.I felt him before he walked through the door and the moment he stepped inside the kitchen my entire body tensed up in fear...and something else.I have no idea what he would think of me rummaging through his kitchen.Would that make him mad?My hand shook as I opened the microwave and took out the food, trying to ignore
~~IVAN~~The look on Cecilia's face broke my heart but damn if I'd dwell on that.I don't care if she's hurt by my words which are the truth..."What do you mean?" She asked, frowning.. confusion laced in her eyes.I quirked my brow, "Are you gonna stand there and pretend you don't know what an evil man your father was?"She shook her head, her eyes shaking on her chest.And I tried, really tried to not look at her body, the curve of her tits and her slightly big stomach but that was a losing battle.Damn this mating heat for making me want to lose my mind.And apparently it had the same effect on her, which I could sense confuses her as fuck.The mating heat is unlike any level of Lust that existed. And animalistic craving. An inhumane need."I don't understand you." She said again, and I almost believed her.Almost did, but I'll be fucked if I let another Rossi fool me with their poker face.She was her father's pride.No way she didn't know of her dad's dealings.No way she didn't k
~~Cecilia~I bit my tongue to avoid uttering another word as Boss Ivan took his precious time, finishing his food."Can I go now?" I asked when he pushed his empty plate aside hoping he wouldn't stop me because I don't think I can take another minute staring at his face.Luckily, he nodded after some seconds of hesitation and I practically ran up the stairs to my room, making sure to lock the door behind me.Damn it to hell! I groaned, throwing myself on the bed as tears rushed down my cheek.I hate him!!I hate hate hate him!!!I wanted to scream, to hit something or tear at something, anything to release the frustration and anger boiling in me. But do I really want to release it?The worst thing was that, even with the hatred and anger I could still feel the mounting lust twisting my stomach to the point of pain.He did this...He did this. He was drugging me. For what? So that I could freely submit myself to him without any protest and without putting up a fight?COWARD!!!I bit m
~~IVAN~~"Yo, did you get the background files I asked for?"Instead of a response, all I heard was a shriek from a tiny voice, then fits of giggles and I couldn't help the smile that tugged at my lips."Johnny! Come take your sister so I can have some moments of peace please!"The giggles stopped, then turned into a loud wait that made me wince as it echoed over my phone's speaker."Oh baby, I'm sorry. Go on...granny has to speak to uncle Ivan okay?"Of course Brent should have known better than to mention my name, because the next second Lacey was screaming."Uncle Van! Uncle Van.""Let me talk to her," I said chuckling, "You know she won't back down now.""Of course I know. Spoilt brat." Brent grumbled halfheartedly and I laughed.Nothing amazed me more than seeing Brent with his grandkids. It was amazing a man, as cruel, cold and brutal as him could be so soft when his babies were concerned."Uncle Van!" lacy screamed between giggles, "Uncle Van!"Her giggles warmed my heart"Hey
~CECILIA~I was asleep, or at least half way there when the HEAT, _What I chose to call it_ hit me, destroying every promise of a goodnight sleep.And as usual it didn't come with mercy.By now I already knew that trying to fight it or block it out was very useless but I still tried anyway, by shutting my eyes and focusing on my breaths which were now coming in pants.A gasp tore past my lip as another fresh jolt of lust hit me, convulsing my stomach and tying it up in knots.Sweet painful knots.I bit my lip and clenched my legs, to somehow relieve the ache between them. The ache that was driving me crazy.Fuck.If only I could just get a release somehow. If only there was something to take this burning ache away.Images of Don Petrov flashed through my mind.Fuck if I'll try to fight it.His dark eyes which are partially covered by his curly hair, though you could still make out the dark shade.I pictured him, leaning against my door frame as he looked at me with his face laced with
The sight of Cecilia's hurried departure sent chills through me. Chills of guilt which was ridiculous.I don't feel guilt.But as I watched her retracing figure, the guilt grew and her words kept ringing in my head over and over again.The hurt in her voice, the pain even though the scent of her desire filled the air.I scratched my jaw as I sat down on a chair staring at the lake absentmindedly.What did she mean when she said that I killed her parents?We have heard the news about Rossi's death and I have been trying to wrap my head around that but always assumed that maybe it was one of Rossi's dirty contacts.So what on earth made her think that I was the one who killed her parents?Which explains the hatred and anger directed at me./She's going through a lot, Ivan. You don't have to make it worse./ Alistair's voice rang through my head.But, that doesn't change the fact that she's a Rossi. She might be involved in her father's business. Or maybe she knows something... anything.
"What on earth is going on Ivan?" Darya asked as I swerved the SUV around quickly and headed to the direction of our mansion instead of Santez's place.Panic and fear gripped my chest so painfully I could hear my breaths coming out in pants and my heart thudding frantically in my chest.This cannot be.Not Johnny. How was this possible?A kid being kidnapped only means one thing to me.The damn scientists."Ivan, you are scaring me." Darya shouted as I sped past cars and houses.I couldn't respond to her. I was filled with rage, anger.Primal rage that I haven't felt in a very long time now.If anything happens to that boy, so help me God...I hit the brake when I got to my mansion and opened the doors."Get out." I barked and thankfully she didn't question me. Perhaps because of my tone.Once she was out of the car, I locked the door, and sped off again, my knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly./In all you do, make sure he doesn't go into rage before he's tamed.
~~CECILIA~~Fucking bastard!I slammed the door angrily and marched to my bed.Who on earth asked me to go play Irish housewife?Damnit!Should have known that he would always be a royal dick.I sat down on the bed, my heart still beating angrily.I have no idea why I did that. Where that silly concern came from.But when I didn't see him around midnight I got very worried.Plus I had seen Darya march into the house earlier, looking scared and angry and I heard her tell Alista that the boss had stormed off to an unknown direction.I had been worried. I have no idea what prompted it, where it came from but I had felt a wave of fear grip me.And I'd spent hours just pacing around the sitting room.And when he came back, my heart fucking plummeted seeing how hurt it was.Now I just regret every ounce of emotion I wasted on the mother fucker.Bastard!I should have just gone to sleep. But I know that even if I tried I wouldn't have.These days it feels like my heart and emotions don't bel