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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

           AN HEIR would be the solution to my tenacious grandfather and grandmother. As the only legitimate heir of Massaretti, they needed a successor from me. I remembered, my torment started when I turned twenty-five. My grandparents started bugging me about marrying and giving them grandkids to fret.

An heir to the Massaretti holdings.

They tried to set me up with so many women, but I'm a sly businessman and always succeeded in chasing away all these girls whom my grandparents had picked for me.

For six years, I had survived my grandparent's schemes.

I thought I need not a wife to deal with every day. So if an heir would shut them up, then an heir is given it is.

The talk with Georgina Ricci was successful. But for some reasons, I came back to my office feeling frustrated and I can't point it why.

She was very different from all the girls I've encountered. These girls I'm used to wasn't just an ordinary women. They are from highest societies, they belong to the elite circles.

Glamorous and sexy. And they worshiped me and kissed everything I stepped on.

With one look they bow and strip, happy and willingly serve me like a king, with all the pleasures they could bestow.

How could a simple, ordinary girl like her just ignored me and treat me like a commoner?

She's damn wrong in treating me.

I shook off the thoughts and tried to finish signing and reading contracts, assessing loans, properties and other papers regarding financial statements. But then again, once in a while, her furious face kept popping in my head like a mantra, rather taunting my peaceful testosterone.

It annoys me to no end. The thought of someone unaffected with my presence and worst talking back to me was too hard to ignore.

I shook the thoughts off rather setting it at the back of my head, since her face had been glued to my head, and finish all the papers scattered on top of my table.

I was just done signing the last document when my cell phone rang.

"Speak!" as I put down the pen and massage my temple.

"Marco, darling." A sexy voice exclaimed cheerfully. I smiled. I met her at the bar three nights ago.

"Hey. How are you doing, Jennifer?" I asked using my tone that would make every girl drool and drop their panties.

"Now that I had reached you, I'm feeling ecstatic," she replied sexily. "How would you like to hit my place? Or your place?" she asked sensually.

I grinned.

It's been a week since I got laid. The frustrations I felt with Georgina this morning, is another reason to find a good diversion.

"Your place," I smile wickedly. My groin suddenly got so excited.

"My place it is," she replied excitedly. After a brief chat, I hung up the phone.

This is my life and it's going to be like this forever. Work, party, friends, mistress, home. Simple as that. Just one thing missing. An heir and it will be soon fulfilled.

My life is complete.. Or so I thought.

I took my coat and put it on, buttoning the last button before stuffing my phone in my pocket. I made my way to the elevator and down to my awaiting limo.

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Georgina Ricci's POV

          I WOKE up early this morning with a splitting headache.

Ask me why.

Because of a certain Monstrous-saretti who can't get out of my mind. The talk we had yesterday was like a tattoo stuck in my head and can't get over with. His signature smirks that for some reasons, made my hormones in turmoil, and every time his gorgeous face flickered in my head, my body reacted like a whirlwind, hot and wet.

I sighed.

I'm still outrageously shocked until now, how my life had changed tremendously. My peaceful life turns upside down, and it only just the beginning. Dealing with the kind of Massaretti is not something I look forward to.

God, can you please just take me? I groaned as I wince when I felt that hammering in my head.

My body is lazily sprawled on my bed for almost like hours. I have a meeting with him today, but I don't want to see him. He is the last person I wanted to see.

But then again, what choice do I've got? This house is all that I have and I promised to keep it whatever it takes. And, that damn asshole just knew how to get his way.

I craned my neck to check on the time on the bedside table and it says seven in the morning. I grunted and lazily dragged myself out of the bed.

I made my way to the washroom when my phone rang. Grunting loudly, I made my way back to the bed and grab the phone from the other bedside table.

"Ricci Residence, Geor-"

"Good. You're up!" A sultry deep rich voice cuts me off before I could finish my words.

I rolled my eyes in frustrations. I felt my body responded in excitement.

Not now! I chided my traitorous body.

"What do you want? Checking on me huh? I'm not your property, so please give me a damn break!" I yelled as I slammed the phone back to its receiver.

Once I felt a bit calm, I remembered I owe him ten million. No, my dad owned him ten million and I'm going to pay it.

Then a realization hit me hard, I felt like my body melted again like a candle.

Just as I sat back on the bed, the phone rang again.

I snatched it and place it close to my ear. "What?" I snapped.

"You get your sassy ass here in my office in an hour, or you have to find a place to live in!" he warned in his controlled dangerous deep tone. I felt the fear crawled in my gut, slowly eating me up.

"I hate you!" I responded in frustrations with my eyes close to tears, as I slammed the phone again for the second time.

God, why am I so temperamental when it comes to him? I was known as Ms. Patience. Why can't I control my temper when dealing with him?

Because, he is a dick wit, G. My inner-self reasoned out.

I decided to have a shower and show up before the Monstrous-saretti will come and drag me to his office, which is next to the possible thing that he could do, judging how evil he is.

The Massaretti Financial Bancorp. building is easy to spot on in the middle of Manhattan, with its splendor edifice, and the tallest building in Manhattan, it's impossible to get lost.

Soon enough, I'm emerging out of the washroom feeling relax. I pulled blue skinny jeans and a white shirt. I didn't bother to put a makeup on. What else worse to see? He had seen me at my worst, there's nothing to hide.

I wore my converse shoes and just tied my hair in a bun. I wanted to look ugly in front of him. Maybe, he'll regret and change his mind.

Nice thought, G. My brain mocked.

I grab my purse, making sure that my phone is inside. With my keys in my other hand as I sprinted down the stairs to the door. I walked through the back door to where my garage is with my BMW waiting. It's been with me for five years.

Good luck to me! I muttered to myself before starting the engine. Not very long, I was moving with the traffic to the infamous Massaretti's office, not knowing what comes next...

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Third Person POV

Meanwhile at Massareti Bancorp. Office ...

             FRANCESCA was getting anxious each second. Her boss Marco Massaretti had been brooding since this early morning because a certain Georgina hasn't shown up yet. He canceled all his appointments today and his clients had been furious since they had been waiting for this meeting for him and again it was canceled.

Inside Marco's office was cold, and anger radiated from his body circulating around the corner of his ensuite room. Nobody dared to show up to him, after Francesca warned each one not to see their beast boss at the moment, or they will be the next prey.

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

          I SNATCH the phone from its cradle and dialed Trivun's number.

"Yes, Sir." came Trivun's voice.

"Get Ms. Ricci here this instant, even if you have to drag her here, then be it!" I grit out sternly in my controlled tone, as I tried to control my raging temper at bay.

I'm gritting my teeth and grunting occasionally. My eyes are scorching and if my eyes could burn, the whole ensuite room has been turned into ashes.

That brat just hangs up on me twice. No one had dared hung up on me, and even talk back to me. That little wench just did it to me.

I snatched the phone again and punch the button connecting it to my secretary.

"Bring in the contract along with the papers of Alonzo Ricci's debt." I barked icily, then placed the phone back to its receiver.

I leaned against my chair support and calm myself.

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Third Person POV

Outside his office...

              FRANCESCA took the folders that had been sitting on her table waiting for Ms. Georgina Ricci to show up. She should have sent her in with the filing folder, with the contracts and another statement of debt, well tucked inside the folder.

Instead, she made her way to the door.

Francesca took a deep breath and prayed she's not going to get some of his boss' paroxysm. Francesca had seen him at his worst and she swore not to see it again.

The whole building will turn upside down if their boss gets pissed.

Trying to control her shaky legs and hands, Francesca knocks once and pushed down the lever knob down and push it open. Marco was leaning on his chair looking straight to her as she is standing a few inches from his desk with his hands shoved deep down his pocket.

His body was radiating with rage. He looks like the epitome of Hades. When he's mad, you wouldn't want to step in his way.

"Here's the file, sir," Francesca said in a professional tone she could muster, trying to not to squeak or croak in fear. Avoiding his boss cold aura, but then again, his sinfully charming face is hard not to notice.

He's every girls dream and at the same time, every girls nightmare.

After placing the folder in his table, Francesca scurries away without waiting for Marco's response.

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

I WALKED back to my chair and sat.

I opened the folder and revealed the two pages of the contract. I pulled it out and place it on top of the yellow filing folder.

I ran it with my eyes, but I couldn't grasp it. My thoughts were still lingering on where the hell that vixen is.

I frustratedly leaned on my chair again and close my eyes to relax.

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Georgina Ricci's POV

            AS SOON as I reach the Massaretti mirror-walled skyscraper, the valet took my car and I walked into the grand entrance of the grandeur premises of the devil Massaretti. If the exterior of the building is overwhelmingly rich, the interior is beyond. I felt like I was transported into another realm.

It feels like the time is forwarded twenty times. The interior decorations are out of the world. I felt like I shrunk and out of the place. I was like the old version of all the people inside the huge overwhelmingly extravagant lobby.

The man with their crisp three-piece suit and so tall, that they are almost all uniform in height, even the women. With their tight fitting office uniforms showcasing their almost perfect physique and as I said, their heights are all almost uniforms, making me feel so short.

I regretted not dressing a little bit and wear some heels. Now, I felt like I entered the world of giants, and I am the dwarf.

The interior of the building is the epitome of elegance and luxury.

This place is where all the good looking man and women seem to hide. It's like a place where all the Calvin Klein models work.

But, does these people even have a life other than serving the Montros-saretti?

Summoning all the courage, I walked to the elevator and assumed that the office of the man I despise to see is at the top floor. I have the strong feeling it's on the top floor, so I went with my instinct. Too shy to ask the receptionist while ago.

As soon as I step in the elevator I press the top floor button. I heaved a relieved sigh when no one is stepping in and the elevator closes.

Then shortly, the elevator stops and the door slides open, welcoming three men in their impeccably three piece suit.

I moved to the back and the three walked in without bothering to look at me while they chatted mostly business, while they laugh once in a while and even their laughter is so synchronizing.

I squeeze into the corner as the elevator welcomes other employees and I didn't bother to look and besides it's hard to see when three giants are covering me from the entrance.

After like a decade, the elevator jolted to stop and spit out the three gentlemen, leaving me alone. I quickly push the close button and heaved a loud sighed.

Shortly, the elevator jerk to stop and I felt like my heart stops beating too.

Here we go, Georgina! I heaved another heavy sigh and tried to calm myself while summoning all the courage and steps out of the elevator before I change my mind and retreated back.

I was welcomed with a warm smell as soon as I stepped out of the elevator.

A tall lady about 5'9 approaches me in urgency with fear in her eyes. She looks closer to my age. She looks so elegant in her blue pencil cut paired with ruffled white buttoned down shirt, elegantly tucked in. Her hair was tied in a french bun with no stray of hair around her face, looking sexy yet classy. Another lady behind the reception desk was busy on the phone.

"Thank God, you showed up!" she said in relief and tug my hand down the big foyer and past the reception desk.

We passed yet another big mirrored glass-paneled conference room and then we stop in front his office door. A big metal sign that's perfectly carved the lettering that says, 'Chief Executive Office' boasting on the door, feeling like it's grinning to me just like the beast inside the room.

His secretary I'm guessing, knock on his door once then, she pushed the lever knob down and push the door open.

"She's here, Sir!" she announced then she pushed me gently in. I looked back at her, but she vanished promptly. I scrunch my eyebrows together in confusion.

That's strange.

"Sit, Ricci!" he demanded, snapping me out of my trance. Suddenly, the fear I felt for him rush like waves throughout my body.

I walked to the armchair across his huge cinnamon table and tried to settle myself comfortably, even if his furious aura is intimidating me as hell.

I avoided his gaze to avoid retreating back to my car and leave his hell hole and forget about the house.

"Before we start making my son, I would like you to read and sign the contract if it met your satisfaction." he started, sliding the white paper on his desk towards me.

Way too blunt, and son huh? His son. Why this kind of person ever exist on planet earth?

There should be a planet called "Derange and Arrogant" where this kind of person should live.

How could he think like that? Having a baby then throwing me out of my baby's life. Who's sane would think like that? Knowing he was dubbed as a genius businessman.

Really? They call him a genius?

It was dumb! The dumbest proposal I've ever heard, and he is deadly serious and I'm caught.

Well, apparently, he's genius. For using his advantage.

His tone is too damn serious and it's sending a dangerous warning. He looks really pissed or maybe beyond pissed.

I tried to avoid his gaze but damn those mesmerizing teal eyes. I felt like it's drowning me in. I couldn't ignore it.

"Read it, Ricci! You had been wasted a precious hour which cost me millions, so you better read and sign that damned paper before you regretted you had met me!" he warned in his controlled tone, dripping with poisonous' heed. His eyes were peering on me like a prey ready to pounce on me if I squirm.

Stifling the urge to roll my eyes, I snatch the white paper and started reading the paper. As usual in a contract, stating my name and his name under some agreement.

I read the contract closure.

There's like ten specified things I had to agree.

1. Resign from your work.

To make sure that your safe and the baby is safe. You will be provided a driver, a monthly allowance and a servant to help you in your daily needs.

"Are you kidding me?" I blurted out in indignation. I can't leave my job? It's one of the best things that I love doing.

"You're not going to lose your monthly income, Ricci. I'm providing you your monthly allowance, which is more than your monthly salary," he responded smugly, as he smirked.

"I love teaching. And, I love those kids. I can't just leave them at the start of the school year?" I said exasperatedly. I was gripping the white paper tightly, imagining it's his handsome neck.

"Then forget about the deal and pay me within the week," he shrugged his shoulder as he leaned in his chair and crossed his hands on his buffed chest.

Damn, why he has to be perfect again?

His lips twitch in annoyance and a smirk is making its way to the corner of his mouth. His eyes are as cold as the ice, making me cringed in fear. Fear of completely losing the house.

I tried to see sense and instilled in my head that I needed to get that house back, by hook or by crook.

"If you agreed with the first, just put your initials on the blank line." He said casually.

Glaring at him, I grab his pen laying on the table and signed the blank line.

I moved on the next gripping the pen tightly like a vice, pouring all my frustrations.

2. Live in one of my house outside the city.

To make sure that you are kept from all the eyes of the enemies who tried to ruin me. A doctor would occasionally visit and check on you while you're under my roof. I would also be there to support you until you deliver the baby.

"This is preposterous." I cried out in indignation. My eyes were close to tears in exasperation. No, I'm beyond exasperated. I'm freaking furious right now.

He just stared at me, challenging me.

I looked back on the contract furiously. I stared at it thinking that, with my scorching eyes it will somehow set into fire. But after a few minutes, nothing happened.

With a heavy heart, I signed the blank line.

I was so mad and it's pointless to read it because I have no choice. He's not giving me a choice. With a heavy heart, I signed all the blank line without bothering to finish reading it. I was so enraged and I needed a diversion, or I will kill him with my bare hands.

"You're not going to read them?" he asked in surprise, but his face gave nothing away. It is as cold as the ice, with his signature smirk lurking on the corner of his mouth. He looks like the devil Hades with that annoying freakishly perfectly-made face.

Damn him and his gorgeous face and body. And, damn these traitorous hormones.

"Why not? Is there any way to get away from your claws anyway?" I asked sarcastically, mocking him, as I snorted like a kid.

He just shot me a disparaging look but said nothing. Then again, that fear crawled up in my gut and spreads throughout my body.

I tried to brush it off that feelings and force myself to look unfazed.

"Why did you chose me, when in fact you had too many mistresses that way too beautiful and glamorous than me. Even belonged to the elite society?" I asked trying to change his mind.

"You're right. But, let's face it, Ricci. You need this deal to get the house back, and I need you to give me an heir in return of the house. So it's a win-win condition. Rather than picking from one of my mistresses which only lead to a complication. Probably they will be claiming me to marry them. It's not what I want." He explained further with nonchalance, with his steely tone.

I fell into silence. He seems to like his mind is fixed. I have no way out.

The thought of having the baby then after giving birth, I'm out of his life forever, crosses my mind. And it made me feel sick. I wanted to hurl him with a stone or anything that could break his pretty head and maybe he'll think it over again.

"Am I not allowed to see my friends too?" I asked gritting my teeth. I pursed my lips together as I waited for his response. His forehead puckered and stared at me like sizing me up. I could feel that I'm close to breaking point.

"How many friends do you have?" he asked momentarily. His cold stare never change. I doubted if this beast knew how to smile or it even exists in his vocabulary.

"I have two. They also work at the NYM." I replied briefly, praying inwardly that he will agree to see them.

"I can ask my driver to pick them up and you can hang out with them under my premises," he replied after a long pause.

"Can't I hang out with them outside your territory?" I asked incredulously. So, he's not just treating me like a baby factory, but also a prisoner.

"I don't want people to know about you or the baby. I will let you see them only if they are under my premises. And, I don't want people to dig in with my personal life," he replied nonchalantly. "Either you meet them in my house or not, Ricci," he said dismissively.

"But-"

"End of discussion, Ricci." He cuts me off before I finish my words. He took back the papers I just signed then stuffed it back in the folder with grace.

I hate him calling me with my last name, but it came out so sexy out of his mouth. That Italian accent made it sound so alluring. And, just like the other times, his effect is agonizingly hard to resist.

I hold the blushed that's slowly creeping up over my face and chided myself for letting loose my hormones.

"You will start resigning from your work and pack your things. I will send my chauffeur to pick you up within this week. I will call you when to pick you up," he announced haughtily with his smirked taunting me, annoying me to no end.

His agreeable looks now replaced with a devilish look.

If you place two horns on top of his head, he surely is the devil!

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Marco Angelo Massaretti's POV

                I GRINNED inwardly. I felt so triumphantly happy. Everything is signed and the deal is settled. An heir is coming and my life is complete.

What else can't Marco Massaretti get? Apparently, nothing.

When she waltz into my office today, I almost burst into waves of laughter. She looks a little decent than the first time I met her. But, too far from all these girls I bedded and used to hang out with.

What an insane idea to pick her.

She was wearing blue tight fitting jeans that showed her toned long legs, paired with a tee. But, her shirt can't hide that sexy body hidden underneath. I squirmed when that burning fire swiftly rages throughout my body to my groin.

I shifted to find a comfortable angle, which became a routine since I met her.

"Fanculo." I hissed.

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