I let out a low groan watching as the whore in front of me sucks me off while grabbing a fistful of her hair letting my dick dig down her throat. Of possible her cores.

"Fuck."

I said groaning as I went deeper into her throat not caring about the hot tears that ran down her cheeks. I couldn't care less what she feel nor will I give a single fuck what she thinks of me. When it was time for me to cum, I came all over her face.

"How was it? Was I able to pleasure you enough?"

She asked with a girl while catching her breath, you could tell that she was a pro. I hissed, getting off the bed to clean myself up. Her smile faded as she looked at me blankly.

"I wasn't good enough, right?" She said also getting off the bed.

"Fuck shit. Listen. There hasn't been any woman who has been able to pleasure me to my goddamn satisfaction. Got it?" I said with a frown. "But if you want to know if you did your job well, hell yeah. One of my men standing outside will give you your payment. I also added some extra tips. Now leave."

I said as my voice got cold.

She nodded with a smile, getting dressed up immediately. As she was about to leave, she stopped and turned around.

"Will I be seeing you again?" She asked, causing me to roll my eyes.

"If I ever need you, which I don't think will ever happen, I'll talk to your boss instead and not you." I said with a deadly glare which made her run out.

"Enzo." I heard my right hand man, Drake, call my name from outside the door.

"Come in," I said as I lit up my cigarette and watched him walk in and stand in front of me. "Yes."

"Alex Ivanvo is here to talk to you."

"How long has he been waiting for?" I asked, jumping up.

"For half an hour."

"Okay. Take him to my office and let them know that I'll be there in five minutes." I said as he nodded and walked out.

Ever since I lost the love of my life to my enemies, I've always been this hard, ice, cold, dark hearted person that didn't care for anyone nor anything in this world. I trust people and they ended up taking the one thing that made me feel anything.

Anyway, Alex and I have been friends. I don't know if you'll call us the best of friends, but we're great business friends. If I give him what he needs and he gives me what I need. I just wonder what he wants.

Finally getting up, I made my way over to my office.

"It's always good seeing you, Alex, but I have a meeting over at my office. Can we make this quick?"

"Anything for you." He sighed.

"Okay," I said, walking over toward my mini bar, grabbing two glasses of whiskey. "I guess I can spare you some of my time."

"I need protection." Alex said, immediately.

"Okay," I said slowly. "You are a powerful mafia who never needed any protection even from all the enemies that you have, but I guess if you need my-"

"It's not for me, Enzo," Alex said, standing. "It's for my daughter. Her boyfriend's brother forced her to kill someone. She didn't know what she was getting herself into but the kid that she killed, his father and I worked together for stocks."

"And now that he knows that your daughter killed him, he wants her dead." I said, adding everything up together.

"Yes."

"And who am I protecting your daughter from?"

"Zack Johnson."

"Please tell me that you're kidding." I said, standing.

"You work with him too?" Alex asked, facing me.

"Fuck no. He's my dumb ass of a step father that I wish your daughter killed."

"If I knew someone that could help me I wouldn't be here, but you're the only one that I know who has the greatest protection."

"I'll help you," I said, swallowing my drink in one sip. "But I have to figure something out."

"Meaning?"

"Zander and my mother are going to stay over here now. I don't know for what reason but they are. I would have told them "no" but it's my mother."

"Marry her." Alex said, quickly.

"I am not doing that, Alex."

"Not your mother, dumbass."

"I knew what you were talking about, Alex," I said, sitting back down. "I'm saying no because I'm not marrying your daughter."

"It'll be a fake marriage."

"All of New York knows that I'm a fucking Playboy. The whole fucking press will be on my fucking back when they find out that I somehow changed my ways and felled in love again."

When my enemies came into my home and killed the one thing that I loved, interviewers came to me non-stop asking if I'll fall in love or marry another woman. I told them no because how in the fucking world would I ever fall in love again after I lost the love of my life? Then yet again, this is my best business friend that we're talking about. He's done everything that I needed. So, I guess I could do this one thing.

"You know what? I'll do it," I said, instantly changing my mind. "You've done everything I needed, so it's only right that I do the same for you. I mean, if I was in your position, you'd do the same for me."

"Always."

"But here's the thing though," I said, standing up, while catching my watch. "I'm already late for a meeting so, just have her come by my office."

"Will do." Alex said, shaking my hand.

...

Walking out of a waiting limo, I climbed in as my temporary assistant hands me my work phone.

"You have many emails for your sister's interviews about her new restaurant. And in there, there's also emails about your new personal assistant interviews."

"Shit," I cursed. "Is there ever a day where I don't have to work?"

After telling my driver to take us to the office, I jumped right into the emails for my sister's interviews. It's always been one of Sophia's dreams that she did something that people didn't see her as the person that always got what she wanted all because she had a rich brother. She's always wanted to start a business of her own but I never allowed her to because of all the danger she'll be in. Now that I have the tightest security that no one can come in nor out of, it's safe to say that she can start whatever she wants. It's just the fact that she's camera shy that she doesn't want to be interviewed which makes my plate even more filled.

Anyway, after I finished replying to all of her emails, I looked through all of mine for a personal assistant. After going through that first twenty, I got bored and emailed all of them saying that I don't need them. I mean, I can use them as my whores, but they all have kids and something to go back home to. What I need from my personal assistant is that she doesn't have anyone to go home to, not in any relationship, and doesn't have kids. When something goes down and I need them, they have to drop whatever they're doing to do what I need.

After emailing, I got to this one file. Opening it, it was as if I had forgotten how to breathe. This girl had the most mesmerizing golden brown eyes, compelling complexion, and beautiful long hair. From just looking at this picture, this girl was so goddamn beautiful that it was unbelievable. But it's not like I'll never fall for her.

Every girl has tried to do the exact same thing and has failed. No woman will ever be able to close the hole that's in my heart that was put there when my enemies- once the most trusted people in my life- can ever heal. Besides, they wouldn't be able to deal nor handle me.

Putting my phone into my suit, the limo stops at Spencer Enterprise. The driver comes around to open the door. Getting out, I immediately take off my suit jacket and roll up my sleeves. I'm never the type of guy who'd wear a jacket with his suit. When I wear it, it makes me feel powerless for a reason that I have promised myself that I will never bring up.

Walking inside the building, my assistant at the front desk stands up and hands me a thick stack of files and follows beside me as I make my way toward my office.

"The girls are all upstairs waiting to be interviewed, sir."

"This whole stack is all of them?" I asked, stopping in my tracks.

"Yes."

"I'm sending you a list of girls that I said no to," I said, continuing my pace toward the elevators. "Send them upstairs and tell her to tell them to go."

"Yes sir, but in some files in the stack, there's some paperwork that needs your signature for Sophia's restaurant if she wants to open it by the end of the week."

"She moved the date up?"

"That's what it looks like."

"Call her and tell her to come in then." I opened the elevator doors.

Waiting for the elevator doors to open, I think about what Alex wants me to do. Marry his daughter. I never met the girl nor did I think he had any kids after his first son was killed. I started thinking about the whole situation in the first place because Rhea went through the same thing. She was forced to kill some kid and now that family's after her. Not wanting to get ahead of myself, but what if Rhea is Alex's daughter? But if that was true, I would've known by now though.

"What a minute." I said out loud to myself.

Pulling my phone out and going back to the file of the girl, I take one long look and realize who it is. It was Rhea. It's been a long time since I've seen her so maybe that's why I didn't recognize her right then.

As the elevator doors open, I walk over to where the group of girls are seated, when I spot her holding herself and pacing the floor. When she turns towards me and opens her eyes, my heart aches when I see her eyes glisten from tears.

"Rhea." I said, walking over toward her and pulling her into my arms.

"He's coming after me." She said in my chest.

"Who?" I asked, pulling away to see tears slipping.

"Zack Johnson," She said, pulling away and walking into my office. "What I did was fucking stupid. I believed Mike when John said that Leo was some fucking guy who raped girls and killed kids. I fucking believed them."

"Rhea, why didn't you tell me that Alex was your father?"

"I hate you, you know," She said with a disgusted look on her face. "You always change serious shit."

"It was just a question because he wants me to marry you as protection." I said, texting my assistant to tell all the girls to leave.

"The whole thing of getting protection was coming here and applying."

"Well, you got the job," I said, looking through Sophia's files. "Does that make you happy?"

"Very," She said with sarcasm. "So what can I do first?"

"Sit on my desk with your legs open." I said, without looking up.

"I'm not playing, Enzo."

"I wasn't either." I said, looking up.

Rhea and I've been friends ever since my first love was killed. Actually, Rhea was a whore that made me feel good, but then she moved and got with Mike. Some guy I don't want to waste my time looking up. When she left, she said that what we were doing wasn't right because she had feelings for me and I'll never get over the pain to feel the same for her. Some fucking rule she made.

"Enzo, we-"

"Shut up." I said, throwing the files to the floor and walking over to her. For a girl who wants to establish rules, she doesn't move nor stops me and neither do I.

I picked Rhea up and placed her on my desk. Opening her legs with my knee. Taking her beauty in, I can't help but to let my hands roam her body. Not having a care in the world, I immediately rip her clothes as she undoes my belt. Kissing her neck, her small hand finds its way to my happy friend which causes me to remember our last night. The day she left. The day she stole my heart.

"Forget it." She said, pushing me away.

"Rhea," I said, caging her. "I want-"

"Stop lying to me and yourself," She said, trying to push me. "How would I get with you if you only think of her? Of your first love? That's all you did and it hurt because I was in love with you and it kills me even more because I still am. It's even bad enough that you didn't see me as another one of your whores."

"Because you weren't, Rhea. You meant something to me. Something-"

"That you haven't figured out," She said, holding my face. "You still hurt from her death. You blame yourself and you're afraid. Afraid that you'll go weak and break."

"That was because you left," I said, unbuttoning my shirt. "You hurt me more than her death hurted me," I said, taking my belt off. "I was able to get over her with you because I fell so fucking hard for you but you fucking left," I said, pulling my pants down where I freed my dick out. "You stold my heart and you left and that fucking hurt and to know that you had a boyfriend who fucked you the way you wanted makes me very angry."

"He never fucked me the way you did," She said, reaching down between us and grabbing me. "He said that what I wanted was too much."

"That's why you came back," I whispered as she got off the desk and got on her knees. "For me to fuck you?"

"That's one of the reasons." She said, taking me in her mouth.

Rhea was and still is the only girl that made me feel good. Everything that she did was everything that I needed. The sight of her head moving back and forth on my cock makes me so weak, that this girl has me struggling to stand. There was and still is something that she means to me but I don't know what it is. I don't want a relationship with her just yet but I do love and care for her.

When I was coming close, I pulled away and helped her up. Without saying anything, I picked her up and took her to the bathroom.

"Let me fuck you the way Mike should've." I said, placing her down in front of the sink.

"No," She said, causing me to wonder if this was what she wanted. "Fuck me the way that you hated me when I left. Let me feel every hate that you have for me."

"That's too much for you to handle," I said, turning her to face the mirror so she could see everything that I'm going to do to her. "And besides, you don't deserve it."

Without saying anything, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back till it was sitting on my shoulder.

"Enzo," She whispered.

Lining my dick up to your already wet pussy, I shove myself into her where she can feel everything.

"Fuck." She said, as I let her hair go and grabbed her hips so I could pound her hard.

Fucking her hard as I can, I made sure that she could feel every feeling that I gave her. She wanted control and unlike the years before when I gave it to her, I smacked her ass and grabbed her hair pulling it back again where she could hear me.

"Don't fucking expect to come back and I give you complete control like I did before, love," I said, pulling her back onto my cock deeper, causing her to scream. "You left me. You hurt me. You don't fucking deserve any of this, so fucking cum."

"No." She groaned.

"Yes the fuck you are and you're coming on my cock right the fuck now."

Pounding her hard, harder than I did with her or any girl, I felt her hot cum creaming my dick and I was supposed to stop. That's what I told myself, but she hurt me. Left me for six years of pain and hurt and now she wanted to feel everything.

"You said that you wanted to feel everything that I felt," I breathed. "I'm giving you exactly what you asked for."

Bending her over the sink, her legs shook but I didn't stop. I penetrated her pussy and forced her to look at me fuck her in the mirror.

"I hate you so fucking much, Rhea," I breath. "You make me feel so fucking powerless when you're near me. You shouldn't have never come back. You should've just stayed gone."

"Is that how you really feel?" She asked, as I took myself out of her, giving her a break.

"What do you think, whore," I asked, shoving myself deeper in her, making her cry out. "What do you fucking think?"

No. I meant nothing. It's just that she left me when I had just got over the death of my first love and fell for her. I don't hate her and I never will. It's just going to take me time to forgive her.

Creaming over my cock again, I grabbed her breast with one hand and rubbed her clit with the other one all while sucking her neck. I never fucked her this rough before and I hated doing this but this was what she wanted and I'll go to the ends of the Earth the give her everything that she wants.

Feeling myself coming close, I fucked her harder and harder, knowing exactly that I was breaking her, but still. She didn't stop me. Pounding her harder, I finally came all in her causing her to lose balance but I held her. Pulling out, I turned her and I saw that she was in unbearable pain.

"Fuck, Rhea. You know your safe words and if you told me to stop I would," I said, hearing her sob. "Why the fuck didn't you?"

"Because I d-d-deserved it."

"No you didn't," I said, pulling her to me and rubbing her back. "You hurt me, yeah, but you didn't deserve the same pain. You never do."

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay. I forgive you," I said, hearing her sob in my chest. "Let's get you cleaned up."

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