Chapter 3 Worthless

It was her colleague from the agency she works with.

"Like, right now?" Nadia asked, getting off the bed swiftly.

"Yes, right now. If you can fly, please do that immediately." She said, and Nadia's brows creased.

"But it's raining heavily, Gracie. Isn't it raining over there?" Nadia asked in confusion. She walked back to the window and saw that the rain had even worsened.

"No way I'm driving in this heavy downpour," Nadia shook her head. But she knew deep down that she had to go, despite the heavy rain.

The call already ended after they spoke a little more.

"What happened?" Trisha asked, concern evident in her voice.

"I'm needed at the office, and I have to leave right now," Nadia replied, hurriedly getting her belongings.

"That's absurd! Can't they see how heavy the rain is? I think it's time you left that place, it's draining you. They don't even care about anyone's feelings," Trisha said, a bit upset.

"I wish I could, Trish. But I can't. I need their help to get to that devil. I just can't, not right now. Besides, they pay me, so...." Nadia said, picking up her car keys, and exiting the room.

Trisha sighed, watching her leave.

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In the dimly lit room, Alessio sat back in his chair, his cold, yet beautiful emerald eyes scanning the room, eyes fixed on the door.

A stick of cigarette between his full lips, smoking so damn hard.

Despite his ruthless and cold personality, his presence drew women in. An irresistible force, cloaked in mystery and power.

Alessio's gaze seemed to bore into souls, yet sparks of curiosity flickered within.

His chiseled features, illuminated only by wisps of smoke, exuded raw masculinity.

Flicking ash, his long fingers moved with deliberate slowness.

The cigarettes ember danced, casting shadows on his sharp jawline. Full lips, curled into a subtle, knowing smile, filled with secrets.

His emerald eyes, icy and unyielding, belied warmth beneath. Alessio's personality was a mystery.....cold, yet alluring.

Despite the warning signs, the cold attitude, ruthless ambition and whispered rumors, women still craved his attention.

Alessio's allure was intoxicating, irresistible and addictive. He knew it. He exploited it.

The girl he had asked to be sent to his room, came in seconds later. She dared not waste time to get here.

As she entered, Alessio wordlessly gestured for her to approach, and she did so, her gaze downcast.

Without a word, Alessio stood and unfastened his pants, his hardened gaze never leaving her.

"You know what to do," he said coldly, sitting back comfortably on his chair like a king.

The girl's hands shook as she reached up to cup Alessio's hardness, her tongue immediately tracing circles around the tip as she began trying to please him. Fear was evident in her performance, her hands were shaky.

She knew how hard it was to get him pleased, no matter how much of a professional you were. You can never get him aroused.

And she also knew what the end result always was - death!

So she was trembling terribly.

Her mouth worked over his thick length, her tongue dancing against the underside as she sucked and licked him hard. But Alessio remained cold and unaffected, his eyes cold as he watched her with detached indifference. He felt nothing.

She tried to take more of him into her mouth, gagging as he pushed her head down, forcing her to take him deeper.

"Worthless! If I don't get aroused, then consider this your last gift on earth," He told her, and her hands instantly became sweaty.

She pushed his whole length down her throat, choking badly, but still, nothing happened.

The girl's eyes watered as Alessio's grip tightened on her hair, his hand on the back of her head, holding her in place as he roughly shoved himself deeper into her mouth.

He groaned, but not in pleasure.

"F*ck!!," he spat, disgust evident in his voice as he shoved her to the floor, his d*ck now limp and useless.

The girl struggled to breath, her hands already clasped, immediately pleading for Alessio to forgive and give her another chance.

But she seemed to forget that the word 'forgiveness' never existed in his world, and he hated to hear it.

His eyes burned with anger as cursed inwardly in frustration, running his fingers through his hair angrily.

Cocking the gun, Alessio pointed it right on the shivering girl's forehead, slowly pulling the trigger.

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It seems our Alessio is more cold than we all think.

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