Chapter 7

"Mr. Lombardo, you gave me such a fright!" she exclaimed nervously, placing a hand on her chest, surprised to see him there. "Did you follow me? Because if not, how on earth did you know where I was?" "Why? Wasn't I supposed to wait for you, Miss D'Santi?" he asked, with his usual mischief in his gaze, as he approached slowly. His voice was menacing...whispering. "I'm sorry, but I don't understand, I..." "Call me just Dominic, Cara, don't be shy, you and I know why we're here." Alessandra furrowed her brow and shook her head. "Sorry, but I don't understand what you're saying, I only came out because I needed to get away from the noise, clear my head a bit and breathe some fresh air," she said. "I was just about to go back inside." "There's no need for you to keep pretending, not anymore, we're going to end up in the same place anyway, with that attitude you're just delaying things and I don't like to waste time," he replied with annoyance at her resistance. He didn't like beating around the bush, and he especially didn't like her acting oblivious. "Mr. Dominic, the last thing I want is to bother you," she replied, noticing his irritation. "But, I repeat, I don't know what you're talking about, as I explained before, I just came out for a moment to get some air, I felt too much pressure in there, nothing more." He scanned her from head to toe in a quick glance and in a matter of seconds, he approached her, standing just a few steps away. Alessandra was struck by his exquisite cologne and felt a shiver run down her spine, the hairs on her entire body stood on end as she felt in danger by his proximity, she liked him, and she liked him a lot, what woman wouldn't? However, she also felt fear, fear of what was reflected in his eyes. Lust. "Alessandra," he whispered with sensuality, moving a few inches closer. "Let's not waste any more time and go to a more secluded, quieter place, where it's just you and me, what do you say?" "Almighty God, with that voice, that presence, sensuality, and of course with his money, surely no woman could resist him, however, there was a problem and that was that she was not just any woman and she was not interested in his fortune." "I'm sorry, it's clear that there has been a misunderstanding," she said, moving away from him. "Give me one night," he suddenly blurted out. "Just one night and I promise you won't regret it." The chestnut-haired woman paled. Was it her imagination or was he actually proposing...what kind of woman did he think he was dealing with?" "I misunderstood or are you insinuating that..." "Exactly what you understood," Dominic confirmed unabashedly as if he were discussing the most normal topic. She became enraged and her gaze crystallized with anger. She was on the verge of slapping him. Her body trembled with the rage she was containing. "I don't know what made you think that of me, sir, much less, what gave you the courage to disrespect me in this way, making such a dishonorable proposal, however, rest assured, that nothing of what you imagine is going to happen," she asserted seriously. "With all due respect, I clarify that you have mistaken the person," she said with a broken voice, the urge to cry was almost uncontrollable. "ENOUGH, PLEASE," the magnate pronounced in an annoyed tone. "You came here, with the obvious intention of getting me to follow you, I read the invitation in your eyes before you left, since you made me come, since you hinted at this meeting, don't make me waste any more time and let's get straight to the point." Alessandra sighed full of anger and unable to contain herself, raised her hand to slap him, but he was faster and stopped her intention in the air. "Don't you dare touch me," he hissed threateningly. She tried to calm down even though she felt like the world was crashing down on her. She liked her job and didn't want to lose it, yet still, she couldn't allow herself to be treated like just anyone. He was a real jerk and she never expected something like this from him. She pulled away abruptly, not wanting him to touch her. "I didn't insinuate ANYTHING at all," she clarified furiously. "Next time, learn to interpret people better, not all women go through life, offering themselves on a silver platter to men. I'm very sorry that you understood something that I was far from wanting to convey, I'm not that kind of woman, Mr. Lombardo, I guarantee you." She noticed how he tensed up and became very... very irritated. "Miss D'Santi, acting indignant doesn't work with me, so if you're making all this drama to impress me, you won't succeed," he said. "In the end, they all give in and with this kind of thing, all they want is to seem interesting, but that doesn't work, not in my case, because instead of interesting me, they bore me." "Well then, I'm sorry to bore you, don't waste any more of your time with me," she replied sharply, with her chin held high and feeling offended by his indecent proposition. Tears threatened to overflow from her eyes and before he saw her in that state, she turned on her heels and headed back inside. Upon reaching the door, as she was about to turn the doorknob, she heard his voice once more. "Think about my proposal, it still stands, as I said, you won't regret it and feel privileged, you are the only woman to whom I have held a proposition for this long, but don't make me wait too long, I get bored quickly," he said in Italian, something that obviously Alessandra didn't catch. "Damn shameless," she thought, full of impotence and indignation. With anger, she turned the door handle and hurriedly made her way inside, slamming the door shut. Tears flooded her face and the disappointment she felt was so great that she couldn't even explain why it affected her so much. She never expected him to say such a thing, how lacking in tact he was, apart from being bold. What kind of women was he used to dealing with? What did she do wrong for him to think he could propose something like that? Were women so shameless that they would surrender to him with any indecent proposition? "You won't regret it," those words echoed in his head, stupid, conceited, sexist, who did he think he was? " A successful, powerful, handsome, and billionaire businessman recognized worldwide " his subconscious answered. Of course, with all that wealth, he probably thought he could go around the world, doing whatever he wanted and stepping on others. Dominic found her attitude sincere, in fact, she had managed to disconcert him when he tried to slap her, he noticed how angry she got and how her eyes welled up. Could it be that, for the first time in his life, he had come across a decent woman? " No, of course not " he immediately answered himself. She was probably cunning and those were her means of appearing respectable to the opposite sex. He never understood why women acted like that, why were they so cheesy? They made so much drama to always end up in the same place, between his sheets and others, well, others would fall at his feet with a snap of his fingers, it didn't take much effort, however, Alessandra, from his perspective, was one of those who liked to feel desired and he would indulge her, for a while, because he wouldn't wait for her forever. She was mistaken if she thought that attitude would trap him, Dominic Lombardo, no woman trapped him. He immediately left the club, annoyed at not getting what he wanted that night and he couldn't deny that that feigned negativity, of course, only made him desire her even more. He considered the possibility of seeking his usual outlet, to release the tension he carried inside, one with whom he had a good time and who never said no, but he gave up the idea and preferred to go home, sometimes Viviane was annoying and with the mood she was in, it was best to avoid her. Once locked in his luxury room, he took a shower to calm the heat that was running through his whole body, turned off his phone so that no one would bother him, and lay down on the immense king-size bed, wearing only tight boxers. It was past midnight and despite showering with very cold water, his desires did not leave him, on the contrary, they had increased. He closed his eyelids trying to fall asleep and the image of Alessandra came clearly to his mind, he growled angrily at the direction of his thoughts, changed positions lying on his side and when he closed his eyelids again, her image came back, he turned to the other side and damn, damn, he saw her again. He cursed in every possible way, in every language he knew, he couldn't be thinking so much about a single woman, he desired her so much, that he couldn't get her out of his mind, but when he made her his own, all that was going to disappear." "Alessandra D'Santi, ti auguro, dannazione," he whispered. (Alessandra D'Santi, I desire you, damn it). For crying out loud, he wished he could wave a magic wand and get her to be with him right here on the bed, her legs spread wide open for him to enter. As this thought flowed through his mind, his hand subconsciously reached for his engorged dick. It was hard and throbbing, just the way he wanted it to be inside of her. He held it loosely and ran his hand up and down its length, simulating the way her wet pussy would envelop his cock. But no, he’d prefer she sucked him off first. Those lovely lips of hers ran up from the base of his cock to the cap while her long, pink tongue licked the underside of his cock. Fuck! His waist shot up as he imagined the electrifying effect such a blow job would have on his whole body. His eyes screwed shut as he jerked his cock furiously, imagining it to be pounding in and out of her wet cunt. By now, she would be moaning and asking him to go harder and deeper, and harder and deeper he would go until his thrusting hips became a blur. The more he fucked her, the more wet she would be and the louder she would scream. Her pussy walls would grip him so tight that he would struggle in vain to pull out. In the end, he would just surrender and empty his balls inside her, his hips unconsciously slamming against her crotch with each spurt. Dominic breathed a deep sigh of satisfaction as he came down from his climax. His softening cock was drenched in his cum, but he didn’t bother to clean it. Instead, he slowly drifted to sleep, imagining a stark naked Alessandra licking up the cum from his cock and bringing it back to life with yet another mind-blowing blowjob. No doubt, Alessandra would be a great fuck. He just needed to get her on his bed first.