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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

             MARCO looked at the phone as it beeps. He lifted it up and waited for his secretary to speak.

"Mr. Castello is here to see you," she said using a professional tone, with a tinge of fear.

"Send him in," I replied coldly in my signature controlled steel tone and placed the phone back on its receiver without waiting for her response. I checked the time, it's just seven in the morning.

The door opened and Mr. Castello walked in with a tight smile pasted on his face.

"Sit," I motioned my hand to the armchairs on the other side of my desk.

I leaned forward on my desk with my elbows propped on my rectangular black table. "What do you have?" I asked, my impatience is obvious in my tone.

He placed the brown envelope on my table before he spoke.

"Georgina Ricci is teaching preschool at the New York Montessori. Her mom died when she was nineteen, the reason Alonzo became an alcoholic, threw himself into gambling, and whoring around was

because he couldn't bear losing his wife." I was listening intently until his last words took my interest. "Georgina was dating a certain guy, who also works at the Montessori, but they broke up last night. She-"

"That's all Castello. That's all the information I needed!" I cut him off in a dismissive tone. After hearing she broke up with the blonde guy from her facebook picture, I felt completely happy and I really couldn't find a reason why. Castello looks at me bewildered, but he knew better than to open his mouth. So he just shrugged it off.

"Have a good day Mr. Massaretti." He stood up and headed for the door.

As soon as he's out, I call Francesca, my secretary.

"Cancel all my appointments for today, I'll be out for the rest of it," I said briefly and hung up the phone.

I grabbed my phone and coat that was hanging on the back of my chair and made my way out as I put on my coat. Francesca stood up and nodded to acknowledge me as I was buttoning the last button of my coat, ignoring her as I passed by. She's used to it. I walked straight to the elevator and pressed the button. The elevator door slides open and I walk in with buoyancy.

Last night I didn't sleep much thinking about how to make Georgina Ricci agree with my proposal.

As her face flashed in my mind, I couldn't stop it, but a ghost of a smile worked its way onto my face. Just the thought of her agreeing to my proposition made me feel exuberant. The elevator stops and the door slides open. I saw two ladies that was about to walk in, but when they saw me, they stepped back and apologized.

I just raised my eyebrows in a controlled way giving them my coldest stare, but they avoided meeting my eyes. The doors closed again and I waited for it to continue moving down.

I am like a plague in my office that my employees fear. I hate knowing it, but I know it's the best way to treat them to work well and not wasting my money paying them better than any other companies. I needed efficient employees.

The elevator jolted to a stop and the door slid open. I walked out and another employee who saw me emerging out of the elevator scrambled to her feet to the side of the elevator and bowed slightly greeting me, I briskly walked past her, ignoring her just like I did the others.

As soon as the guard saw me approaching, he hastily opened the door and nodding at me as I walked out, not bothering to thank him.

I saw Trivun, my chauffeur and personal security and two others, Rocco and Jagger, waiting for me at the side of my limo, a Toyota Century Royal, the most expensive limo in the world, and is as exclusive as it's price tag. It is made with wool cloth upholstery, internal granite entry steps, and built-in security measures.

Rocco opened the door for me and I slide in. Then, he settled in front with Trivun and Jagger at the back.

"183, 9th Avenue Trivun," I said to my driver quickly.

"Yes, sir," Trivun replied and soon the limo moved into traffic.

"Your grandfather wants you to join him for dinner tonight, Mr. Massaretti," Trivun reminded me, as he looked into the rearview mirror briefly and back on the road.

"Do you know why?" I asked nonchalantly, as I looked out the window and watched the busy street.

"He didn't specify, Sir," Trivun replied in his professional tone. I heaved a loud sighed but didn't respond.

My grandfather Antonino Massaretti owned several holdings in Italy and in New york. He basically became my father, since my mother and father divorced when I was four years old. Mom died when I was six with cancer. Dad was now living happily with another family. The thought of him being happy with another family and forgotten his first family made me sick to my stomach. I hate him with every part of my anatomy, and my half brother , Oldrich. He's just two years younger than me. Which means my dad was already cheating on my mother when I was just two. I don't remember him as a loving father to me as he is now to Oldrich.

Now, it doesn't matter to me if they exist or not, I don't give a fuck or a care in the world. And he's one of the reasons I despise marriage and love. I heaved a sigh. I can't remember anything that Nonno would want to discuss with me. I had dinner with him last night. I hope it's not the marriage thing again because it's never going to happen.

"We are here, Sir," Trivun said dragging me back to reality. I looked on the left window and saw a two story house. It's beautiful. The exterior is tucked behind a brownstone-and-brick facade. Stunning exteriors.

Trivun opened the door for me and I climbed out. Fixing my crisp Armani coat, I made my way to the entrance door, ignoring the stares people shot me as I passed them by. Sighing louder than I really had to, I pressed the doorbell.

My heart was racing rapidly, excitement is building up in my gut.

Here we go, my next possession.

I smirked.

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Georgina Ricci's POV

            I WOKE up with a persistent loud ringing of the doorbell. I checked the time, it's just 7:30 in the morning.

I ignored the doorbell thinking it must be some random kid from the neighbors. Sometimes they just randomly rang random houses and sell something to raise funds for their school activities.

I pulled the comforters up to my neck and curled into a ball deciding to sleep more since I didn't sleep much last night because I was busy crying. My heart was broken, caused by my asshole ex.

Again, the tears brimming behind my eyelids, as the thought of him cheating on me with Chloe, making me feel so stupid.

How did I not know?

Why do these things happen to me? I don't remember hurting anyone to deserve this bitch-slap. I inwardly complained struggling to hold back the tears.

You can forget him Georgina and he doesn't deserve not even a single tear. I inwardly encouraged myself. But, the tears started pouring like the rain as I bit my bottom lip trying to stop the sob that was ready to escape my chest.

Then again, the doorbell rang incessantly.

I groaned frustratedly, kicking the comforter off of me. I swung my legs out of the bed grudgingly and grab my white robe sitting on the armrest of one of the armchairs in one corner of my room then put it on to cover my underwear and crop top. I walked to the washroom thinking to wash my face and gurgle before facing the morning intruder.

I washed my face, then looked in the mirror. I chuckled bitterly as I saw my puffy bloodshot eyes staring back at me, mascara smudged everywhere my eyes looking like a zombie.

I remember the intruder. I grunted as I quickly rummage through my cabinet and took a few makeup wipes and wiped off the stubborn mascara still sticking around my eyes.

I know I cleaned it last night and I wonder why there's still some left. Stupid mascara.

Gosh, sometimes I hate having very thick and long eyelashes, but then the thoughts crossed my head. These lashes, I inherited them from my beautiful mom...

The doorbell rang again for the fourth time, making me scramble out of my room. Sprinting carefully down the staircase as I cursed nonstop heading to the door.

I yanked the door open and I gasped when I saw a very tall broad shouldered guy, almost taking up the whole doorway. His presence made my heart stop beating and I shrunk. I am five foot seven but beside him, I felt four-foot flat.

Damn, I was never visited by a greek-god before. I stood there, feeling stuck to the ground not able to say anything. I was gawking at him, still surprised that this beautiful man with the most mesmerizing teal eyes I've ever seen, with jet black hair that was tousled and probably not even run by a hair brush ever, just complemented his dangerous looking face, why was he here, standing in my doorway.

Is he lost? I bet not, by the looks of him. His presence could make anyone cower. Honestly, I feel intimidated and I want to run. But, my heart and body say something different.

"Ms. Ricci?" he asked for confirmation. His deep, rich velvety drawl made me squirmed inwardly. For some reason, I felt hot. So hot, aroused, that I thought I would cum.

Gosh, why am I feeling this? Strange. I shook the thoughts off.

"Yes?" I replied, but my tone came out more like a question. "How may I help you on this very early morning?" I replied in a monotoned voice, showing all the displeasure I could muster. Remembering he distracted my sleep-in session.

"I'm Marco Angelo Massaretti." he introduced himself coldly. His icy tone sent chills down my spine and warmth between my legs.

When his last word sunk into my head. I thought I just got hit on my head with a hammer making me feel nauseous and like I wanted to hurl.

"Are you here to accumulate my dad's debt?" I squeaked out with a shaky voice. I chastised myself for losing control so easily. I quickly covered my mouth and felt embarrassed. It's not how I wanted my voice to come out. I swallowed the lump stuck in my throat.

His cold dangerous face didn't change. An evil smirk teasingly made its way to the corner of his tightly closed lips.

"Are you here for my father's debt?" I repeated trying to sound tougher and unintimidated, clutching the doorknob in case he made one little mistake, ready to slam it in his ever so perfect face.

"Would you prefer to discuss this with your neighbors watching, or inside your house, which is basically under my name now?" He smirked evilly.

"What?" I asked, more like shrieked in surprise, fear flooded my whole body.

I have no idea how much my dad owed the bank, and judging how he claimed our house his, My dad probably owed more than the house was worth. I was so stunned that I didn't notice him walk in and find his way to the living room, making himself way too comfortable.

"Close the door!" He ordered interrupting my thoughts. I quickly shut the door and followed him still shocked.

"Dude, this is my house and you're ordering me like I'm your servant!"I wanted to yell at him, but I swayed the thoughts and thought of the situation. He looks like the kind of guy who won't be charmed by anything other than getting what he wants.

He sat on the couch like he's been here before. He looks immaculately perfect in every and any way.

My enraged feelings were slowly crumbling with the strange feelings his presence was stirring within me. I felt infuriated when he outrageously claimed our house his and he walks in my house so comfortably, but at the same time, his presence is stimulating something I have never felt before even with Anthony.

God, what's going on with me?

I stood in front of him crossing my arms across my chest like it could intimidate him. He just shot me an icy glare and I felt that familiar chill runs down my spine, in fear.

"I will pay my dad's debt, but not anytime soon. I'm hoping I can pay it slowly.." I negotiated almost begging. He was staring at me like I was nothing but a joke to him.

"Your dad owed my bank ten million dollars, how would you like to pay it?" He smirked wickedly, raising his elegant eyebrows in mock curiosity.

"Ten million dollars?" I yelled incredulously. I coulda sworn my jaw dropped to the floor. I never thought dad owned that much.

God, even if I will bury myself in work, I wouldn't pay that even in ten years. I felt my whole body shaking with the news. I sat on the couch across him as I felt my body turning into water.

How could my dad do this to me?

"I have a proposition for you, Ms. Ricci, for you to pay your fathers' debt and to completely own this house." He said briefly, dragging my lost thoughts back to him. A smirk lurking on one corner of his lips. He looked sinfully handsome and like one of those greek gods a while ago, now he looks like the devil himself minus the horns and the pitchfork.

"And what do you propose?" I asked gritting my teeth, not hiding my displeasure.

"Give me an heir!" He smirked with gauging eyes, just for a second, then back to his impassive dangerous face.

"What?" I scowled in disbelief.

Alright, he surprised me twice today. 

Is he for real? 

I was speechless or rather shocked with his proposition. I thought it was the most deranged proposition I had ever heard. The entire excitement to even know this tall mysterious guy, dripping with dangerous charisma, dispersed promptly, now replaced with a passionate hatred.

"Bear me a child and the house is yours in addition to a million dollars into your account after the child is born, and then, you can forget that you even met me and that this happened .." He casually negotiated, with his eyes cold and gauging as those of the shark den, debating who to pick. But, at this point, I have no options to pick from.

He is acting like he's dealing with some kind of business deal and not an offensive matter. I want to think that he's joking, but his humorless tone with his stoic-cold and sinister facade says he isn't! His rich velvety voice was emanating dangerous authority and it held power, that made everyone swallow their thoughts before it reached their tongues.

"I value every second of my time, Ricci. I need your response now or you need to evacuate this house as soon as possible." He stated bluntly without a tinge of courtesy and he rose to his full height. Yes, full height and I mean very tall, probably 6'4 or 6'5?

Just by his height, he could intimidate anyone. And right at this moment, my confidence is slowly slipping away.

How could a brutal jerk be this perfect and why my body and heart is traitorous?

Then again, he's heading to the door...

I was alarmed. I hated him for giving me such a short time, but I had to decide. Damn, I had to think.

Yes, think Georgina!!

Think..

Think..

The hell?

My quicker-head just shuts off.

"Wait!" I called out with my voice faltering, gripping with agitation before he could reach the door.

He turned his head to looked at me, disparagingly. His cold demeanor never altered, then again a long creased line on his forehead was formed indicating he's beyond pissed, with his eyes sending fire on my already burning uneasiness settling within me.

I met his cold and dark gaze, trying to act casual, forcing an unfazed look on my face, all that I could muster, as I tilted up my chin in defiance.

Much better Georgina! You have to look into his eyes and show that you're not fazed by his presence. I comforted myself inwardly.

His eyebrow elegantly raise, his lips twitched with an inkling of amusement and a pint of annoyance, intimidating the hell out of me.

People say I'm charming. It had to work this time because I needed it- badly. I had to charm him, the way I'm bewitched with his outrageous charisma.

"Is there any way I could pay you, other than squirting you a baby, then leave, because I'm not a baby machine you know?" I inquired blatantly, praying inwardly he will propose another deal and maybe he'll give me a smile to relax my wrecked nerves.

I'm trying to be polite, but then he gave me a cold smirk with a dash of exasperation and impatience radiating off of him, giving him more of a dangerous look and sinful creation of Hades.

"NO!" He stated grimly in an undertone, laced with dominance.

I bit my tongue trying not to say something that I would regret later. And, by the looks of him, he's not the guy who had a pint of compassion in his bone.

May his soul rot in hell! I fumed inwardly. He smirked wryly, ensnared with complete dangerous charm, drawing me in- in an understated way.

Alarming yet exciting!

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

        I DIDN'T expect to see her with disheveled hair, looking disarrayed, her eyes puffy and bloodshot with barefoot, looking so not anywhere close these glamorous women I'm used to being swarmed by. But for some reasons, I find her sexy.

Marco Massaretti finds this woman sexy? Yes, strange.

She was looking enraged after telling her my proposition. I felt fear for the first time in my life. Fear of being rejected.

She doesn't look like the kind of girl who will quit easily without giving it a fight.

"Is there any way I could pay you, other than squirting you a baby, then leave, because I'm not a baby machine you know?" She inquired bluntly meeting my cold stare.

I laughed inwardly on how brave she is, asking for another proposition. And her comeback surprised me.

I'm used to women who just say yes, yes, and yes. They never negotiated with me.

NEVER.

My words are like a gold to them. They treasure it.

I raise my eyebrow and hide my amusement. She was trying to look casual, but I could see fear in her eyes and some strange feelings. It was strong, so potent and I wanted to unravel it. I know I'm going to enjoy her company.

"Either be my heir-barer or pay me your dad's debt within a week." I proclaimed dismissively, in a tone of no room for argument.

"Then, after I gave birth of the child, am I not allowed to see the baby?" She asked, choking.

I met her cobalt eyes. Those sparkling, mesmerizing eyes, my eyes ever laid on.

I felt the same way.

Fear.

Why?

I shook the thoughts off and focused on the only thing I came here for. No, I can't let my emotions be affected.

"After the baby is out, you will cut all ties with him. We have to make sure he's a boy. If it happened to be a girl then you have to bare another until it's a boy. A Massaretti heir." I declared making her innocent face turn into a bitchy red. She was ready to pounce on me. Her eyes thinned and her delectable lips closed tightly into a thin line.

"Is it a yes or no, Ms. Ricci?" I asked impatiently. My voice turns colder each second . Staring at her red hue full lips made my soldier rise in attention.

I had to leave.

"Do I have any choice Mr. Monstrous-saretti?" She grits her teeth.

I looked at her amusingly. For the first time, someone cussed in my face. She looks so angry that her face was red, her eyes were scorching. If looks could kill, her eyes would have set me on fire.

She's a fireball.

I'm getting more excited to bed her. I just hope she's fire in bed too. I smirked inwardly.

"I need your answer now, Ricci. I already wasted millions just by talking nonsense with you!" I stared into her beautiful sparkling cobalt orbs.

"God, why do you even so exist? You should rot in hell!" She fumed, clenching her hands tightly at her sides.

"The devil doesn't die quickly, Ricci. Remember, I am the definition of evil?" I smirked mockingly. "Yes or No, Ricci? I'm not going to ask it again!" I snapped dangerously, giving her a cold evil stare that I always used to intimidate my enemies.

"For how long?" She asked shortly in her controlled tone.

"As long as you give me an heir and it must be a boy," I responded briefly.

She was quiet for a moment and I'm not the patient kind of person. Without a word, I headed to the door.

Just as I held the door knob.

"Yes," she replied making me smirk discreetly, raving up with the success of my plan.

"I want you to come to my office tomorrow morning for some papers I would like you to sign. An agreement for both of us." I stated flatly before leaving her completely, without hearing her response.

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