29. Luca
Isit behind my desk in the main office of my finance company, Armani Inc. The interviewer across from me is playing with the edges of her skirt and trying to draw my attention purposefully as the interview is nearing an end.
The questions are always the same. To what do you owe your success? What’s upcoming? How’s the expansion in Italy? It was on loop. I found it incredibly intriguing how many people chase money by asking for advice opposed to taking matters into their own hands. However, that’s what separates us. Where they narrow themselves into the rules of society, I bend them to my will.
Hell, in New York I create half of the rules.
“A question I’m sure many are waiting to hear about. What’s your relationship with Arabella Barone?”
This catches my attention. Considering I’ve personally been leaking most of the photos of our time together, I’m surprised it took someone this long to ask.
I flash a boyish smile. “I think she would rather me not say. We prefer to keep our relationship private.”
A red blush streaks across her cheeks as she daringly asks, “So you’re confirming there is a relationship.”
I think of Ara’s perfect little lips on my cock. “Of sorts.”
She seems happy enough with the response, but I know exactly what will hit the tabloids next. Either Mr. Barone will force his daughter’s hand in the upcoming weeks or he’ll finally meet me head-on.
“She’s a lucky girl,” the interviewer says when she switches off her recording device. “Thank you for taking the time out to speak with us today, Mr. Armani. I wish you further success in your endeavors.”
I wonder if Ara considers herself a lucky girl. She didn’t seem all too impressed with the gift I sent her. When the woman leaves, I open my phone and scroll through the hundreds of photos I have of Ara.
Photos of when she’s going about her day. The ones I took personally when she was sleeping. Her breakfast meet-ups. All of it. And on every unsuspecting angle she’s perfect in so many ways.
Ara only has the choice to do one of two things. Fight or flight. Sure, my little present might’ve spooked her, but I was curious as to what she might do. How dedicated to her cause was she? Because no matter what, it would bring her back to me. Even if she did try to escape, I would bring her back to me.