Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39233 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 196(@200wpm)___ 157(@250wpm)___ 131(@300wpm)
This, dammit.
This was the kind of explosive chemistry he had thought he would have with Ynez. And the first time he had visited Ynez in her university, what they had shared afterwards was almost like this.
Almost.
But after that, it had never been so again, and Massimo had even convinced himself the kind of chemistry he had been hoping for was unrealistic...until now.
Seven
Five years ago
"Ms. Ynez Marchetti, please report to the chancellor's office."
Ynez forced herself to smile even as she started to panic. What the fuck? There was nothing she had done recently to merit such a request. Sure, there had been a few girls here and there who might have transferred schools because of her, but why should their weakness be blamed on someone else?
Weak people like her dad always died first. Weak people like her dad always got themselves bullied and scammed, and ever since her father's totally avoidable death, Ynez had sworn to herself she would never be like him.
She would never volunteer for a gig that was obviously a suicide mission, and all because her no-good friend had a pregnant wife. She would never die when she didn't have to. She would never look after anyone else except for herself, and so whatever this was—-
I'm going to survive it, Ynez told herself before knocking on the door, squaring her shoulders, and pinning a smile to her lips as she walked inside the chancellor's office.
What the hell?
Instead of an old man with thinning hair and a beer belly, seated in his big leather chair was someone tall, dark, and so damn handsome it had her nipples instantly pouting against the thin fabric of her dress.
He saw this, of course, and wetness coated her inner folds as Ynez saw a smirk slowly unfold over his lips.
"It seems your body is much more honest today, signorina."
Since she was no idiot like her dad, Ynez only allowed herself a tiny mysterious smile without betraying the fact that she had absolutely no idea what Massimo Marchetti was saying. All she knew was that one of Boston's most powerful men had mistaken her for someone else...and she had every intention of keeping it that way.
She slowly walked towards him, and the desire she saw glittering in his dark eyes made her feel heady with power.
This man was hers for now...but why couldn't it be forever?
Her steps slowed to a seductive stop when she was mere inches before him.
"I think you've mistaken me for someone else, signore."
Deceit had always been her favorite sin, and there was nothing Ynez loved even more than being able to use the truth to create a lie. And as powerful and ruthless as Massimo Marchetti was rumored to be, he turned out to be just like any other man, with the way his gaze smoldered at her words...just before reaching for her.
"Oh!" Ynez feigned a cry of surprise as Massimo suddenly tugged her towards him, and just as she had secretly expected, she ended up falling straight into his lap.
"No more games," the billionaire growled. "Did you really think I wouldn't find you?"
"I really don't remember you..." Her tone was a perfect mixture of evasiveness and breathlessness; it was meant to convey she was trying to hide something while denying her need for him. It was meant to convince him that she knew more than she did, and the billionaire fell for it, hook, line, and sinker.
"Halloween," Massimo supplied thickly as he traced her lips. "You. Me. A funhouse."
"And that's not all, is it?" Ynez made it seem like she knew more even though she was simply fishing for information.
"Another woman then," he acknowledged. "But I never saw her again after that night. Or any other girl for that matter."
"And you expect me to believe you?"
"I don't lie."
Which is a pity, Ynez thought, since she and Massimo would get along so, so much better if he did.
But in the meantime, she would be more than happy to work with what she had, and since they had already talked enough for now—-
Ynez wriggled on his lap and laughed when she felt his cock swell and turn hard as she ended up straddlng his thighs. Sex was always the answer to everything, and in other cases, sex was also the key when one didn't want to answer anything.
What followed was the most fantastic sex of her life, but as soon as she got home, Ynez was all business, and she came up with a list of girls that Massimo could've met that night—-and ended up mistaking her for.
Tanya.
Joy.
Greta.
The other girls bore a certain resemblance to her, but none of them had the personality to mesmerize a man like Massimo. And as much as it irked her to admit this, Massimo had told her just enough this afternoon that she knew she wasn't exaggerating things.