Chapter I
Hey Readers.
It took a lot of courage to upload this book to Inkitt, and honestly I appreciate all the reviews and likes, however I have noticed that some of you on here are acutely blunt and a little negative.
It's truly disheartening for something that I have worked very hard for. I have made so many sacrifices and I cannot bear to watch someone belittle my book(s) and give me shit for something that I enjoy.
It is not okay for me to be fearing my own comments section, to wake up every day and think of the appalling comments that people have made on my creation and feel discouraged to do what I love.
Things shouldn't be that way, and people need to learn to be more kind and gentle with others. I, for one, get tired of deleting all the hate comments. I should not be doing that, I don't like that.
I don't
I am not paid for anything, no benefits whatsoever and it was my personal decision to create content for all of you, for anyone to read and enjoy, but people are so negative-minded and don't appreciate the free, exceptionally great work they can read on here.
My work does not deserve that, neither do my characters. It truly sickens me how inconsiderate the generation has become or how hate has been normalised. Let us be more considerate and kind to the author, the entire process of formulating a book is extremely difficult. NO HATE will be tolerated at all.
Thank you for your time.
Eren ♡
♚𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐳𝐨'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕♚
Life was total and absolute shit, I thought as I frantically searched for my jacket.
I was meant to go for a small meeting at José, my best friend's house but here I was, pacing around my house like a fucking maniac.
Once I had retrieved it, I brushed my dark hair back one last time before hastily descending and unlocking my black Lamborghini.
I sped off to their place, and at the same time I dialed José's number to let him know that I hadn't made a last minute decision to shirk him.
"Enzo. You're fucking late," his voice sounded through my car since my phone was connected to the speakers.
"I'm two minutes away. I got caught up with something." I averted my gaze to the road once the traffic light had changed to green.
"Sure. Just thought I'd let you know that if your coffee gets cold, that will not be my problem," he joked and I couldn't help but chuckle at this.
"I know. See you soon." I cut the call and turned into the broad driveway.
José Marcelo and I went way back. We had first met in high school as immature, puerile teenagers and proceeded to go to the same university. We were joined to the hip and were hardly inseparable.
We both had gone through our fair share of girls during our juvenile times and gotten wasted countless times on multiple occasions, until there came a time for the both of us to grow up and evolve.
José ended up marrying his high school sweetheart Isabella and gave birth to a beautiful young girl they named after José's grandmother, Sophia.
I, on the other hand, failed to find my happily ever after. Most women I went through were either not ready for commitment or were already involved with someone else. I ended up assuming that real love, in fact, didn't actually exist.
Okay, maybe I lied somewhere along the line. Let me rephrase: love will certainly exist with the one person that I desire to have.
I got out of my car before walking towards the vast building. I kept a straight, firm face as all the female workers lustfully ogled me. I was at a point in my life where I wasn't fascinated by sex and women that much anymore.
I only wanted one woman.
I opened the door to José's conference room, causing all the heads to turn in my direction. I nevertheless strode over to my usual seat and settled down as though I hadn't just interrupted their discussion.
"Mr. Vincento, it's such a pleasure to see you here," one of the men I recognized as Oliver smirked at me.
Oliver was quite a rival in terms of business. Every time my industry flourished and my market share increased, he'd start coming up with new developments and products, eager and hungry to be more successful than me.
"Indeed. We know the greatest ideas come from you." José nodded his head.
"Just doing what I do best," I twirled the provided shiny, black pen through my fingers. We didn't waste any time and immediately got down to business.
"Estrella, could you please summon my daughter to come up with my file? She already knows the one I'm talking about," José's statement made my heart leap.
"Very well." She replied before leaving the room.
All the while I could feel my heart racing as I thought about seeing her again after a whole month. She had gone on vacation to the Maldives in November then another one to Bali with her girlfriends for the rest of December, and I hadn't seen her since.
Although it had been quite a long while, I could clearly remember her beautiful, angelic face. Sophia had dominated my whole mind over the years, and when she left, I went through a mini sanity loss.
A mini one.
I gradually started recovering during the time she was away, and even though I hadn't fully done so, I was okay. I was taking my medication so I was stable.
For now.
"Good afternoon father," a silky voice sounded through the room, causing my eyes to lift from the document I was browsing through.
Her voice had matured over the time, sounding very dulcet, womanly and sexy. I had to double check if it was really Sophia when I heard it. And it was her.
Sophia gracefully strutted into the room, causing my gut to somersault at the sight of her. That trip had done her so much good, I thought as her olive deeply tanned skin shone in the soaking sunlight. She was a perfect goddess, her aura commanding all the undivided attention of the males present in the room.
Her face was much more enticing as her full pink lips and captivating chocolate brown eyes glimmered beautifully. Her lengthy, dark hair swung to and fro, adding on to her already existent beauty.
I clenched my fist slowly as my eyes trailed down her body. She was wearing a small tight crop top that accentuated her much bigger breasts. Christ. Grant me fucking patience.
Her toned flat stomach led down to the ripped skinny jeans she was rocking, giving me a slight glimpse of her soft, long legs. Her ass was now larger than before and I could feel myself throbbing in my pants already. It didn't take much for her to turn me on, just her presence was good enough for me.
Her eyes met mine and I noticed them grow a little wider as she inspected me. If I wasn't paying so much attention to her, I wouldn't have noticed the small glint of concupiscence in her eyes.
She was fucking gorgeous. More than I had anticipated. It should have been illegal for your best friend's daughter to look this sexy.
"Good afternoon Sophia. I hope I wasn't interrupting you," José smiled widely at his daughter whilst she wrapped her small arms around his neck. I let out a small heavy breath as jealousy settled in my gut.
I wanted it to be me she hugged with so much love.
"No. I was just watching TV," she replied before handing the file to him.
"Okay. Give this to Enzo before you leave," he gave her a black flat file and I felt nervousness settle in my gut as I watched her chocolate eyes slowly avert to me.
I watched her lips pull into a small smile, her bottom lip rolling between her perfect, white teeth as she trailed her eyes down my body briefly.
She stood straight then strutted towards me, her familiar and heavenly vanilla scent wrapping around my throat and flooding my memory with a series of unholy, yet sentimental nostalgic flashbacks.
All the nights I admired her sleeping; all the times I unconsciously stared at her for hours while she ate or did her homework; how I'd skimmed through her clothes, hooking my fingers through and inspecting all her lacy yet sexy lingerie, or how I went through her phone or books, correcting her algebra homework or her stoichiometric equations so she'd earn her A's.
Her teacher was fucking useless, to say the least. I occasionally wondered, if she'd noticed my thin, cursive handwriting acutely similar to hers within the margins, or if she ever realised that her bag went missing every Friday night.
She placed the file before me, her hand lightly brushing over my tattoed one when she moved it away, her finger tracing a lingering pattern over my lustrous rings. I looked down at the pen in my hands, the skin she'd briefly and barely touched heating up and forming goosebumps.
Her seduction was effortless, subtle and subliminal, just the thought of what she really was capable of made a chill run down my spine. Just how capable she was of swallowing my hard cock deep in her pretty little throat.
"Maya is coming, I'll see you later Dad." Her soft yet so sweet voice told him, and I gripped my pen tightly at how insane she unconsciously drove me.
"That's fine. You can leave, I'll meet with you shortly." He dismissed her as my heart fell. I wanted to admire her a little more before she had to leave, but I guess it had to wait.
After we finished our meeting, José and I went to his office because he had something important he wanted to discuss with me.
I made myself comfortable in the leather chair opposite him, then clasped my hands together, giving him my full attention. He poured us both a generous glass of mature, golden whiskey, and I watched in amusement as he nearly downed all the alcohol.
"Havier is back," he sighed loudly with his face in his hands, "and he is after me." He added to his statement.
You're probably guessing who the hell the Havier was. He was part of one of the biggest Mafias, familiar in the country and highly perilous. Not to mention his thorough connections.
We had previously done business with him but we had a bit of a misunderstanding, which led to some assassinations between us.
Ever since, we haven't been on good terms and since he left for Spain, we were calm and relaxed. But I guess that was about to change.
"We're fucked." Was all I could say to him.
"I know, I saw it coming. That's why I need a small favour from you. You're my only option, and I know Havier wants one thing from me, it's obviously not my wife or myself. Close sources managed to warn me." He exhaled before resuming.
"I've thought about it carefully, day and night. You're my best friend and I know you'll do the job right," José said warily as my eyebrows slowly furrowed.
A job?
"Anything. What is it?" I questioned him curiously, eagerly listening to his next statement.
"I need you to take care of Sophia for about a year. At your place."
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𝘏𝘦𝘺𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴𝘴😚
𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳?❤️
