Dean FrostI drive through San Francisco's streets at full speed. I need to get to her before it'll be too late. I don't understand what happened. When did the doubts appeared? I have given her everything I have, I have putted the world at her feet. We love each other, we are made for each other. We were born to be together.I get to the building and rush to the elevator. Then I dial the code that leads me to the penthouse.The doors open and I automatically stumble into the living room."Cassandra! Cass!", I keep calling her when I don't get an answer. "My love! Come on, Cass, this is not the time to play hide and seek.” I walk around the apartment before entering the room. "Cass…!"I cut off myself when I see the beautiful white dress perfectly folded on the bed. On top of the cloth, I find a letter, which I open without delay."Dear Dean,By the time you read this letter, I will already be miles away. Forgive me for not telling you the truth in person, but if I would've acted diffe

Adriano Di LauroThe blonde wiggles on top of my legs, playing to excite me with the touch of our intimacies. Quickly, I stop her movements and force her down on my masculinity until she takes it completely. It's not the first time and she knows perfectly well I don't like foreplay.I let myself be carried away by the sensual dance of her hips without stopping to think of her face that turns out to be my delusion and my torture at the same time. No matter how many women I sleep with, she is the one who stays in my head day and night.On the final stretch I take control of her and press her hips so much that I can deduce my fingers's mark will be registered on her skin. Her moans become too loud and I force myself to cover her mouth with my hands while she stifles a grunt through clenched teeth in ecstasy.It doesn't take me long to catch my breath and immediately I push her off my lap. Then I stand up to go to the office bathroom.I ditch the condom, wash my hands, and rebuild my appe

Adriano Di Lauro's POVI contemplate the features of my unconscious eldest son sitting in a chair while I caress the jet-black hair of my little ragazza*, who is holding her little brother's hand.I thought I would be enough, that keeping us together they wouldn't need anything or anyone else... but I was wrong.However, I still have time to make it right."Why doesn't he talk to me, daddy?, my daughter sighs. "I've even promised to let him win the "FIFA" and pull my bows"."He's sleeping, Ella" I answer to calm her down. What happened has her too unsettled. Although to my surprise, she has managed. Is it because of her new friend?"But will he wake up?""Yes, darling", I kiss her chubby cheek. "You'll see him tomorrow. He will want to play with your hair.“Cassie said we should take care of him".She still amazes me how quickly she has grown to trust the doctor. It's hard for her to interact with the upside world. Even with children of her own age. The last attempt ended in a total d

Cassandra Reid"I don't believe in coincidences", my friend declares arriving at the auditorium, "and I do believe in destiny. Why else would you dream with someone you've never seen?""First of all, I'm not sure he is the man of my dreams". At this point I'm not sure. " And secondly, if so, I may have seen him on television, in a magazine or in any news. He is very famous, Leah.""Nonsense", she snorts attached to her ideas. The truth is I don't even know why I'm trying to dissuade her, since it's an impossible task. "You are meant for that man, period."I roll my eyes before his ridiculous statement. Me being bride of most beautiful, rich and powerful man in Florence... it is something that will never happen. Maybe I would like to. I mean, who doesn't? 'But what do I say?'My friend is really insane... and so am I."Whatever you say, Leah", I conclude to close the subject before sitting down in my seat.Seconds later, the event begins. In total we are about fifteen doctors who have

Cassandra Reid's POVMy friend drinks from her glass while she takes her time answering. I bet she's pondering her answer very well, deducing that there is a context behind it. Leah is very intuitive and at moments like these, I want to hate her for it."What do I think of contract marriages? Well, they are my favorite subgenres of novels", she answers bluntly, "but that is beside the point. Why the question? Did the Italian ask you to marry him?"I am speechless and stiffer than a board in my place."Oh dear Lord!". Her scream is heard throughout the room. "Did he? I nod slowly and then, she starts jumping around hysterically, drawing everyone's attention."If you don't calm down, I'll pretend I don't know you and leave", I warn."Okay, okay, I'll calm down", she lowers her voice a little, "but... Damn! Tell me everything.""Not here". I glance at the curious eyes around us. Luckily, half of our colleagues have left the party to move it to another place or simply go back to their ta