Chapter 7

Julia let the boss undress her, she could not wait to feel his body on hers. As her gown fell to the ground, she was engulfed with kisses.

Then suddenly, he carried her to the bed and laid her on it, still exploring his body with his lips.

His tongue traced her earlobes, then down to her neckline before arriving at her belly button.

Swirling his wet tongue on it, he made way into her vagina, his lips were absorbed in it as he sucked all of its liquids slowly.

Julia moaned in passion as she raised her legs above his back and used her hand to prevent him from stopping.

When he was sure he was satisfied, his lips moved back to hers, his tongue gliding in and out, entangled in a fire of passion.

Then he stopped.

Julia wondered why he stopped but when she caught sight of him pulling his pants, her heart raced even faster. His pants fell to his ankles and he stepped out of it exposing his groins.

Julia's eyes widened. She was surprised at the size of his manhood, her pussy was tight so she wondered if it would actually fit in her.

Don walked to the mini cupboard beside the bed and opened it, taking out the condom inside, he wore it and proceeded to wear Julia laid.

In a few seconds, he was on top of her, thrusting in and out at a slower pace.

“Oh fuck!” Julia moaned. She looked like she was possessed as she gripped his hand tightly.

“Faster please.” she begged with a moan.

Don, who took it slowly so as not to rupture her womanhood, began to increase the pace, taking her with him.

Julia fell into a trance, her spirit no longer with her as it had left her body. She had never known it would come to this, enjoying sex with a ruthless man. But at that moment, any ill thought she had of him were gone. Although she did not like him, she did not want this moment to end.

After minutes of romance between them, it came to an end with the two breathing profusely as they laid on the bed.

Julia looked over at him as he laid on the bed and noticed a scar beneath his ribcage, one she had not taken note of before.

Don ignored her stare, his mind was fixed elsewhere and he did not notice when Julia raised her hand to trace the scar mark. When her hand touched the mark, he jolted back to life and shifted her hand fiercely.

“Why do you have a mark there?” she asked him.

“You have no right to question me.” He answered coldly as he got up to get dressed.

“Meet me in the study room immediately.” He ordered as he walked out.

Julia sat up, transfixed. She had made the mistake to forget he was still the wicked and ill-tempered man she had come to know.

“What was I even expecting?” She asked herself, “That one round of sex would change his whole self?” she scoffed and got out of the bed to get dressed.

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When Don entered his study room, he met Martin already seated comfortably. The young man smiled on seeing him enter.

“You stink of sex,” Martin said, as the boss walked to his seat. “Who is the lady this time?” He asked with a raised brow.

Don shot him a stern look which brought about quietness.

“What brings you here?” He inquired.

“Can't I visit my brother again?”

Don's face was emotionless as he lit a cigar and popped it into his mouth.

“Any word from the Moranos'?” Don asked with a puff.

Martin shook his head. “He seems to be moving with caution, besides, they are still in the US as we speak.”

“I will need to keep a close eye on him using your men.” he paused then added, “I will also need you to relate whatever you have to Marcello. I don't want to set my gaze on you in this house again.”

“I can't believe you would say that to your own brother–”

“–stepbrother. I will not correct you again.”

“You're just so insolent.”

Don clenched his jaw. Martin was already getting on his nerves.

“I try everyday to be on your good side but you always toss me away like I am some trash. Is it bad to have you as a family?” Martin asked in a quivering tone.

“There it is. Enough with the drama, we both know your showy display of emotions are fake.”

Martin laughed and raised his hand in surrender.

“I have a talent, you know”

Don scoffed. He had heard enough rubbish for a day.

“Get out of my office now!” Don commanded.

“Alright. Alright, I'll leave.”

As Martin approached the door, it opened and Julia entered, fully dressed in a black straight gown which enhanced her curves. Her hair was down and moving with her pace as she walked inside.

Martin had to pause and look at Don who was also staring at her.

“Who is she?” he gestured to her.

“A servant,” Don answered nonchalantly.

With the men's eyes of her Julia felt uneasy, she pinched the side of her gown anxiously.

“Give her to me,” Martin blurted out.

Julia's eyes widened.

“How dare you!” she turned to shout.

“How dare a mere servant talk back!” Martin, who was shocked at her words, said, raising his hands to hit her.

“Don't you dare raise your filthy hands on what is mine.” Don voiced out before Martin dropped his hand, laughing hysterically.

“Protecting a slave? I haven't seen you do this before.”

“She belongs to me. No one dares touch her, not even you.” he repeated.

Ignoring his words, Martin said to him, “ Give her to me and I would stay clear of your property.”

Julia looked at Don whose face was emotionless. Leaving with a man who regards her as an object to be given to anyone was far more worse than her present condition and she prayed he would not oblige to that.

Don, who wanted to see anything but Martin's presence, said with his face buried in the documents before him, “Take her and leave.”