The Millionaire Father

Two

~EDITED~
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Recap:
This is going to fun. I won't break. I already know I won't.
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*Donatello's p.o.v*

I still can't get over the fact that Rosalinda Lexi Luciano is my personal assistant. She looks like she could be in the front cover of a sexy magazine or something.

With her mesmerizing grey-green eyes. Her maroon waist length hair. Her thin black tattoos on her left arm. Her somewhat thick/thin nose. Her full lips. Her voice. Her looks. Her curvaceous body.

Everything about her makes me go insane.

Rosalinda is not what I expected when she first showed up here for her interview with me almost about eight months ago. I expected her to be some blonde bimbo that would throw herself at any guy just to have sex with them.

I mean, it's not like I wouldn't mind either.

But, she impressed me. The moment that she stepped into my office, I was blown away. Her beauty was incredible.

All in all, with her beauty to her humor to her voice to her laugh to everything, I knew that she was going to do good for the job.

And me. Whether I knew it or not. Whether I denied it or not.

I'm not really sure about this challenge. I have a feeling that I'm going to break first. And that is not a good feeling. I've never doubted myself in life but, Rosalinda makes me doubt myself with different things when she's involved.

Rosalinda Lexi Luciano will be the death of me. She will.

*Rosalinda's p.o.v*

The rest of the day has passed by quicker than I have thought it would. I was about to leave when Donatello called me into his office.

"Yes, Mr. Donatello?" I asked him as I shut the door.

"Ms. Luciano, you can call me Adriano, you know?" He said.

"Then you can call me Rosalinda then." I said.

"Very well then, Rosa." Adriano seductively said in my ear as he pinned me against the wall, giving me no way out. Adriano placed his hands on my thick waist and started rubbing my sides.

I shivered slightly at both his movements and at the waves of pleasure than ran throughout my body from head to toe.

"You like that don't you, Rosa? Hm?" He asked in his thick, deep Italian accent that I just now noticed. He placed his lips on my neck and started to place butterfly kisses along my neck and jawline.

I shuddered mentally. Adriano was about to place his lips on mine when I held my hand up and pressed it against his lips.

"Nah ah ah, Italian. No kisses on lips. At all." I said.

Adriano groaned in frustration and I smirked. "Oh, I'm sorry, was that the sound of you giving up? Hm?" I asked him, keeping the smirk etched on my lips.

"No, it is not, my gattina." He said.

"Good. Because if it was, then the challenge would've been over and that wouldn't have been any fun. Am I right, Donatello?" I asked.

"Yes, you are right, Luciano." He confirmed and then his phone rang. He groaned.

"Don't leave yet." He demanded. I rolled my eyes at him but nodded.