TAMING THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE

Chapter 1

"It has been made public today, that after two months on a business journey out of the country, Salvatore De Rosso, CEO of De Rosso Empire, and the most wanted bachelor in Marvolia will be returning today.

"We are coming to you live at the airport, where, as you can see right now, a lengthy line of people is awaiting his return." A young woman announced.

"We hope his plane touch down soon before the people become uncontrollable. We would let you know once his plane touched down," she cranes her head to the side and moved a little foot away from the camera.

The screen went black for a few seconds before she pops her head back to the screen.

"Sorry for that short but necessary break; we would let you know once the city darling arrives," she winks at the camera.

"I am Rosa Parks, coming to you live from Catmic TV," she blew a kiss at the camera before it went off finally.

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"When will his plane get here Giovanni?" A female voice asked over the phone.

"Calm down mom, he would be here anytime soon, so just calm down," Giovanni assured his mother.

"Let me know once he does, I wish I was there to welcome him," she said.

"He would understand, besides, your health is more important than this."

"Call me when you get to the office, I can at least come there to see him, since it would be free of the crowd," she told her.

"I will," his eyes swept over the crowd. "I have to go now mom, I will call you once we get to the office," he hung up before she could say another word.

The screeching sound of the plane coming to a halt filled the airport and people began to push forward. Giovanni looked up just in time to see the door of the plane slide open.

"Now," he said into the small microphone attached to the pod in his ear.

Over twenty hefty men rush forward and pull the crowd aside, they used their bodies to prevent them from crowding the way.

All eyes stay on the door of the plane expectantly, they await the descent of their sweetheart.

Screams rent the air as his beautiful body filled the door. His face was hidden under the mask but it did nothing to hide his beauty.

Not even one of the crowd stops screaming as he walks down the few stairs.

*OMG, he is beautiful*

*He looks like an angel*

*I wish to have just a nightstand with him*

*I only need him to touch me*

Salvatore smiled at each comment about him, he waved his hand at them, and another round of squeal erupted.

He glided his way to the car, where his brother and two of his guard awaits his presence.

"Giovanni," he nods his head in acknowledgement.

"Welcome back little brother," Giovanni smirked, causing Salvatore to glare at him.

The guards pull each one of the doors open, and they stepped in, the driver ignite the car and they sped out of the airport amidst screams and shouts.

The guards also got into their cars and followed them, they flag down the driver and he slowed down a bit.

Two of the cars filled with guards moved forward, while the rest stayed behind, as they led the way to De Rosso Empire.

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Right inside a convenience store, in a small neighbourhood of Marvolia.

A young woman seems oblivious to what is going on around her, as she tried to get herself out of the store, which was blocked by a crowd who is fascinated by what was showing on the big screen.

She finally manages to push through the crowd and get out the door, but not before she catches a glimpse of the man coming out of the plane.

She paused a little bit, just enough to see his face.

"What is so special about him, that there is this much crowd waiting for him?" She scoffed. "He is just one of those arrogant ruthless businessmen who only cared about themselves."

Staring at the screen one more time, she pulls her shopping bag closer to her side and moved to the sidewalk.

She flags down a cab, that took her straight to her house.

"That would be one bill ma'am," the cab driver said once they arrived at her doorstep.

She dips her hand into her purse, pulls out one dollar and gave it to the man.

"Here you go," she picks up her bag and walked to her door.

Pushing in the keys, she twists the door open and stepped in. Her phone rang at once.

She fished it out of her bag and placed it on her ear.

"Luciana," a voice called from the other end.

"Yes, it's me, Aria, is everything alright?" She asked.

"I just wanted to know if there is anything you will like me to buy on my way back from work?" Aria asked.

"Nothing, just make sure to get here in time for dinner," she hung up after that.

She drops her phone on the table and walked into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.

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"Welcome back Mr De Rosso," the staff members all bowed their heads, as Salvatore walked into the company without sparing them a glance.

He got into the elevator with Giovanni, who pressed the top floor button, before stepping back to stand by his side.

"You could have at least waved at them," he nudges Salvatore at his side.

"I refuse to pretend to be nice one more minute, having to smile at them all took its toll on me," he snapped.

"Are you forgetting who the older brother is here?" Giovanni asked, his eyes dimmed.

"Have you called Luca?" Salvatore asked, changing the topic.

Giovanni sighed before pulling out his phone, he placed a call to Luca and gave the phone to Salvatore.

"Master," Luca answered from the other end.

"You have 30 minutes to get it here," he scowled and press the end call button before handing over the phone to his brother.

Chapter 2

"What is that?" Giovanni asked as soon as Salvatore pull the phone away from his ear and hand it over to him. "What did you ask him to bring here?"

"Tell the guards to let him in as soon as he gets here," Salvatore ignored his question and stepped out of the elevator, leaving Giovanni stoked.

"That bastard," he cursed under his breath, before placing a call to the guards to tell them to let Luca in.

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ONE HOUR LATER

The loud moans of a woman could be heard coming out of the top floor of the company, no one dare to walk past the floor for fear of Salvatore firing them.

Those who have been working in De Rosso for years are immune to Salvatore's wayward way, and they know he hardly goes a day without sleeping with 3-4 women in his office.

"F*ck!! Salvatore growled as he thrust into the woman underneath him, repeatedly.

"Yes, that is it, fuck me harder," the lady moaned as he continues thrusting into her, urging him to even go harder on her.

He gripped her waist and pull her to the edge of the table.

"Yes, fuck," she moaned, wrapping her leg around his waist as she stared into his eyes.

He yanked her hair and pull her closer to his chest. He squeezed her breast and she moan again, before pushing her hard against the table.

His thrust became rough and he didn't stop to let her adjust to his pace.

The lady tried to keep up with his thrust but she started to feel pains in her lower pelvis.

"Please stop," she cried, her hands pushing at his chest.

Rather than listening, he pulls her hair with one hand and grabs her throat with the other hand. He tightened his hold on her, preventing her from speaking as his thrust keeps getting faster.

He felt his c*m building up, and with one final thrust, he pulled out and released over her before pushing her away.

He picked up a bundle of cash and threw it at her.

"Get out," he said in his usual cold tone.

"What?" The lady asked in shock. It's obvious she hasn't been chased out after s*x, and this is the first time it would happen.

"You heard me b*tch, get out of my office right now," he screamed.

"What the f*ck are you saying? You can't just throw me out like that."

Salvatore glared hard at her, if he was not trying to avoid scandal since he came back just an hour ago, he would have had her thrown out of his office.

"If it's about the s*x, I can make it better if you let me, I can do anything you want, I will even be submissive if you want," she said seductively while running her hand over his c*ck, to get him aroused again.

She enjoyed the way he fucked her and she isn't ready to let him go, not now.

Salvatore yanks her hand away from his chest, grabbed her throat, slammed her against the table and glared viciously at her.

"If you don't want this to be the last job you will ever do, then I suggest you take your clothes and money, then f*ck the hell out of my office," his voice was deadly.

She flinched at his tone, scrambled away from him, and pick up her clothes.

"I am sorry," she said, her eyes tearing up.

"Get out," he did not spare her another glance.

She put on her gown without the underwear, and with incredible speed, she twists open the door and ran for her dear life.

Salvatore tried to gather his breath as the sound of the door clicking open filled the air again.

"I thought I told you to get--" He trailed off when he notices it was Giovanni standing by the door.

"Did you fight with someone?" Giovanni stepped away from the door and settled on one of the couches in the office.

"What are you doing here?" Salvatore asked, his voice not softening a bit.

"Sometimes, I wonder which one of us is the elder brother," Giovanni glared at his little brother. "I should be the commanding one, but it seems you are the one who was born with the ruthless blood in you."

"Is that what you came here to tell me?" Salvatore narrowed his eyes at him, his face void of expression.

"Mother won't be able to come to the company to see you, the doctor advised her to stay at home until she gets better," Giovanni stroked his jaw. "But she invited us for dinner instead."

"If that is all, you can take your leave now," Salvatore gestures to the door. "I need to work."

Giovanni stared at him, his mouth hung open. "Are you chasing me out of your office?" He asked.

"I told you I want to work, don't push my limit."

"You didn't know you want to work when you were busy having fun with the b*itch that just came out of your office, right?" Giovanni snapped, he had had enough of Salvatore's nonsense.

"You didn't know your work was more important when you were busy thrusting into that bitch's hole, right?

"Giovanni," Salvatore snapped. "Get out of my office right this instant.'

"I didn't plan to stay in your office in the first place, so get your shit together," Gio snapped. "I thought you'd change if you stay away from Marvolia ladies, but I can clearly see I'm wrong.

"You became much worse than when you left," he paused. "If you keep up with this attitude, you will end up hurting yourself, because it will be too late for you to change."

He did not wait for Salvatore's response before walking out of the door, slamming it behind him.

Salvatore kicked away his table, he watched as everything on it flew in different directions.

"Damn that bastard," he cursed. "He succeeded in ruining my mood."

The door clicked open again.

"What the f*ck is it?" He yelled. "Have you all lost your manners? Didn't anyone teach you how to knock on a door?"

"I am so sorry sir, I came to tell you that the boards of directors are waiting for you in the conference room," a tiny voice mumbled.

"And I knocked, but you didn't reply, so I invited myself in."

He wanted to say something but decide against it.

"What is your name?" He asked instead.

"Isabella," she replied.

She was a little bit shocked he did not remember her name, even though she had been working with him for close to a year now.

"What is the meeting for?" He asked.

"It is about the development and construction of a jewellery company. Some of our investors are waiting for a presentation from you before they go ahead with the project," she explained.

"You scheduled the meeting to take place two days after your emergency business trip happened, so we had to cancel it.

"When we heard that you will be coming back, we decide to do it today, so we can get the investors to calm down and gain their trust again," Isabella rounded off her speech, and looked up to see Salvatore staring at her, desires smouldering in those blue eyes of his.

"Sir?" She called, with a shaky breath.

"You have five minutes to tell them to cancel the meeting and meet me back here," his icy tone caressed her body.

A smile graced her lip as she walked out of the office, to conduct his order as her body shook in anticipation.

Chapter 3

"What do you mean he asked you to cancel the meeting?" Giovanni stared at Isabella, demanding an answer from her.

She had walked in just now and declared that Salvatore asked her to cancel the meeting for the development of the new company.

"I'm so sorry Mr De Rosso, but that is what the CEO asked me to tell everyone," She bowed her head, her feet tapping the floor impatiently.

She wanted to get out of the conference room quickly, the promise behind Salvatore's look made her shiver and she couldn't wait to feel him inside her.

"And where is Salvatore?" he asked.

"He is in his office."

He dismissed her before turning to everyone in their seat. Isabella didn't wait another second before fleeing the room.

"I am so sorry for the inconvenience, but this is where the meeting would end. Salvatore must have been jetlagged from travelling such a distance and we all have to agree that he needs to rest. I should have thought about that before agreeing to this meeting," Giovanni address them, without a hint of a smile on his face.

"When a new date has been fixed for the meeting, my PA would get in touch with you all," he assured and dismissed them.

They grumbled and groan before taking their leave, but that wasn't Giovanni's concern at the moment.

Once they all left, Gio walked out of the conference room and head towards Salvatore's office. He was furious and ready to give him a piece of his mind.

Just like he suspected, on getting to Salvatore's office door, the sound of grunts and moans was clear enough for him to know what was going on inside.

He banged his fisted hand on the door so hard that the moaning sound cease for a while, but no one came out.

He banged the door again, knowing they would keep on ignoring him until he is tired and left the door.

"If you don't open this door this instant Salvatore, I'll be forced to do what you don't like," he pounded on the door with so much force, getting ready to break it down if he has to.

The door flung open and Isabella stepped out, her hair dishevelled, with her clothes in her hand.

Giovanni did not even spare her a glance as he stormed into the office, he already suspected Salvatore was going to sleep with her when she almost snapped it when he kept asking why Salvatore had cancelled the meeting.

And the way she tapped her feet on the floor gave her away.

"What the fuck was that about?" he asked once he laid his eyes on Salvatore.

"I think it's time we set some rules in here. You don't just come barging into my office as if you own it," Salvatore yelled at him, surprising Giovanni.

"What has come over you, Salvatore? When did you become so much worse? You even have the gut to sleep with your PA in your office."

"Don't force me to call the security on you, Gio, because I will be glad to do it," Salvatore stared his brother in the eye.

"You will have to pick one; this company, or your fleet of b*tch?" Giovanni declared. "I will not let you ruin our family legacy just because you can't keep it in your pants for a few hours," he turns around and walked out of Salvatore's office, not giving him time to reply.

He stopped in front of Isabella's desk and glared hard at her.

"From the first day of your employment when I set my eyes on you, I knew without being told that you are a whore," he spat at her.

"Mr... D-De Rosso," she stuttered.

He grabbed her throat and squeeze hard. "You are not worthy of calling that name you bitch," he snapped. "If I ever hear you calling my family name again, I will end you," he released her and walked away from her as if her mere presence burns him.

Isabella scoffed once Giovanni is gone.

"Who cares about your opinion? What matters is the fact that Salvatore touched me for the first time," she smiled.

"He did what?" someone said behind her.

'What are you doing here Jessica?" She frowned at the young girl, who was staring at her with a foreign expression on her face.

"I want to know what Mr De Rosso did to you," Jessica quizzed.

"And how is that your business?" Her frown deepens. "Get back to your post, before I report you to the boss."

"Yeah, yeah, you can go ahead and report me," Jessica sneered. "You've only gotten to sleep with the boss just one day and you are feeling on top of the world, I wonder what you will do if you become his mistress."

Isabella's jaw drops open, she stared as Jessica walked away from her, but was quick to regain her composure when the image of how Salvatore pinned her over his desk played in her mind.

"Finally," she beamed. "You don't know how long I have been wanting to have you inside of me," her smile grew wider.

"My dream finally came true. You are much more than my imagination," she drew in her bottom lip and sucked on it for a while, before settling down to continue her work.

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The sound of running water filled the tiny room of a mini flat, and the sizzling sound of something frying in the kitchen could be heard.

The wonderful smell of meat filled the air, and Aria inhaled hard.

"When will the food be ready?" She asked, craning her head to see what Luciana is doing in the kitchen.

"Come on Aria, you already asked, and I told you it would be ready soon," Luciana complained.

"You said the same thing five minutes ago, and you want me not to disturb you," she scoffed.

"Things would have been faster if you stop watching that old show, and come here to help me with some stuff," Luciana hinted.

"You know I don't cook, it's a waste of my energy."

"Tell that to your future husband, and you would kiss your marriage goodbye."

Aria rolled her eyes. "We would get a cook, 'cause I'm sure my husband is going to be freaking rich."

Now it was Luciana's turn to roll her eyes.

"When will you stop getting your hopes up?" she walked out of the kitchen with a tray in both her hands.

She drops it on the table, turning to raise her brows at Aria.

"Huh?" she prompted.

"I will stop when you start living the life that you deserve, not the life where you feel guilty every single minute," Aria blurted out.

"Let us eat in peace," Luciana said, her voice taking on a harsh tone.

"You are trying to skip the topic again, right? You love hiding from the truth," Aria sneered.

"What I do with my life is none of your business. Keep to yourself and I will do the same," Luciana snapped, but Aria wouldn't have it.

"You will get hurt in the end," Aria pressed on, "And by that time, it will be too late for you to put back the piece together."

"And that my dear, will be when you will know what actual guilt is," she concluded.

"You know nothing about me, so stop talking like you've been in my shoes," Luciana snapped.

"You are right; I know little about you, and I have not been in your shoes to know how you feel, but I know she will not want this for you.

"She would want you to live a normal life. Take yourself out, go clubbing, but not this sulking around that you are doing."

"I didn't ask for your opinion," Lucianna glared.

"I'm giving it to you anyway, whether or not you take it lies in your hand," Aria stood up from where she was sitting. She picked up her bag and walked to the door.

"You are leaving without eating?" Luciana frowned.

"I refuse to sit still and watch you ruin your life, while I pretend to be the best friend in the world," she pushed the door open and walked out.

Luciana slumped down on her chair, placed her head on her arm and let the tears she had been holding back fall.