Giovanni’s Desires

Naughty investor (1)

GIOVANNI

Before she could make it past the door, I dragged her back into the conference room, capturing her between the door and myself. Her breath hitched, and I loved the reaction I was getting from her.

"Get your f*****g hands away from me!" She glared with a burning rage. At least she was no longer denying that she wasn't the girl from that night. Progress, I almost smiled to myself.

"Did you hear what I said? Get your f*****g hands off my body," she screamed louder this time, trying to push me away, but she didn't stand a chance with her fragile body. I don't mind her yelling though, she can scream all she wants. I know that the conference room is soundproof, but I'd rather have her yell out my name than make unnecessary noise.

I took a step back, granting her the space she needed, but she was still trapped in the wall, making it impossible for her to leave the room.

"If only you knew how long I have been looking for you, how restless I was since that night to see you again, you wouldn't try to play it cool and act like it was just a random nightstand when we both know it wasn't," I hissed, suddenly feeling impatient by her shenanigans.

"What the f**k are you talking about? It was just s*x!"

"Yes it was, but somehow I haven't been able to forget that night. Your touch, your moans, those goddamn position— while you were stranding my legs, grinding my c**k, me f*****g you from the back," I inhaled sharply, feeling blood rush over to my c**k as I speak.

"They are all I think about. Every time I close my eyes, I want to feel you beneath me, to bend you over— I want you! Every part of you," I groan, feeling helpless for not being able to control my emotions and put my desires in place. She was meant to be just another p***y, why does she have to be so f*****g tight?

"I am not a piece of property that you can get just because you want, Mr Salvatore. I don't know whatever s**t is going through your head but I do not appreciate it. Man up and live up to your reputation. Separate your desires from work and we will be good, or I will have to tell my father about this because I can't f*****g work with a pervert." She warned.

"You think I don't know about my reputation? I am tossing my morals aside, placing my values on hold, just to give in to these desires." I leaned closer to her, whispering in her ear, ensuring to brush my lips on her ear as I spoke. She sucked in a harsh breath, and I wanted her to be all worked up, just like I was.

"This is what you do to me so f*****g deal with it," I gave her a sly smile, knowing exactly how my closeness was affecting her.

"I bet you never had morals or values in the first place. The people that spoke so highly of you would be disappointed if only they could see you like this."

"Key point, 'if only.' I have never felt so attracted to anyone this way, so I never had a reason to show this side of me," I gave her a cheeky smile, and she rolled her eyes.

"Mr Salvatore, step back," she warned, and I licked my lips as my eyes landed. They wear red lipstick which seems to be her favorite. I was close— too close. Maybe two inches away from them. They look awfully inviting and I was dying to have a taste when she was sober, but I won't force myself on a woman, not if she doesn't want it.

She will give herself to me willingly in no time, and I will gracefully suck the breath out of her until she is left gasping for air. "I will have you no matter what, Nicole Anne Harrington, once I set my eyes on something, I don't know how to back down."

"Just give up already because there is nothing to fight over. I don't want to have anything to do with your gender. Why don't you get off your high horse and see things for how it is?"

Her face was boiling with anger and I think I saw a flash of hurt, pain and betrayal in her eyes for a second. "And why is that?" I found myself asking, genuinely out of curiosity.

"If there is anything I hate in this world, it's men. And I certainly don't want to have anything to do with any of you." She said with a stern face.

"What does that even mean? Are you a lesbian?" I found myself asking even though I already know what the answer is.

"No, I'm straight."

"Of course, you are. Someone who is used to licking p***y wouldn't know how to do the s**t you do on that night, or even know how to please a man."

"Gosh, f**k off Giovanni! I hate men! I hate everything about your f*****g gender and you disgust me! Just give me a break and leave me the f**k alone!" She yelled out, but the only thing I heard was the way my name rolled out of her mouth.

I imagined her moaning out my name, begging for my c**k, screaming and looking completely disoriented as she pants heavily and I could feel myself getting hard all over again. This girl is going to be the end of me. I don't care why she hates men or why she was getting all worked up from the topic, not that I want her, and I will have her soon.

For some reason, I knew letting her go at the moment was the best thing to do, and that was what I did. I released her from my grip and she slammed the door shut in my face as she walked away angrily.

Feisty, just how I like my girl to be. I left the company and headed straight afterwards. No matter how much I tried to forget about her and think of something else, I couldn't help but recall how she yelled as if the only thing stopping her from breaking down was her anger.

I remembered the night I met her. She didn't look like she was the type that hated men. Neither does she look like the one to f**k a stranger. You don't know her, Giovanni.

I knew something was wrong but I can't tell what. And now, I am just too curious to pretend as if that was nothing.

I dialed Ryan's number, my personal assistant and he picked from the first ring.

"Yes, sir," he answered the phone.

"I need you to run a background check on someone. I want to know every single thing about her. Her past, friends, men she hooked up with and even who she saw last. I want all the details I can get."

"Of course, sir. What is the name?"

"Nicole Anne Harrington. Fetch me all the details I need to know about her." I ordered before hanging up.