sex-me boss.

She hadn’t seen her cousin since the incident and didn’t really care what happened to him, since he didn’t give a damn about her either. When she went into the living room, a telephone began to ring. It was sitting on the coffee table and she didn’t know who was calling. It annoyed her a little to hear such a silly ringing noise and she couldn’t wait for that person to hang up. When the ringing stopped, she huffed, but quickly picked up again. She huffed in exasperation and was about to hang up when, by mistake, she picked up instead. It was only when she heard a voice on the other end of the line that she realized what a fool she’d been. But it was even more surprising when she heard a little voice saying “Daddy, hello Daddy”. Paolo daddy? she couldn’t believe it at all, because she didn’t think he was father material, given that he’d forgotten her in a nightclub, even though he’d invited her.

When she put her cup back to her lips, the telephone began to ring again. She knew that curiosity was a bad habit, but she wanted to reassure herself that it was a mistake, so she picked up the phone and heard the same voice repeating the same thing. She didn’t know whether to speak or not, but very quickly someone helped her make a choice by snatching the phone out of her hand. She turned around and saw Paolo looking so angry. She wondered what he was so angry about.

-So now we pick up other people’s phones without their consent, is that it?

-It’s not as if you’re hiding something, is it Paolo?

-And what could I be hiding from you, dear cousin? You needn’t worry at all, because no, I’m not hiding anything from you.

He’d just ended the conversation, but she hadn’t understood everything yet, and it was out of the question for her not to. She glared at him, but he did nothing, even though he could feel her gaze on him.

-Do you have a child, Paolo?

He said nothing and continued fiddling with his phone; she wanted to snatch it away to remind him that she was talking to him, but since that wouldn’t change his shitty attitude, she got up and went to sit closer to him.

-I’m asking if you have a child, Paolo.

-And what business is it of yours, my dear? Whether I have a child or not is my business.

-Okay, your answer already makes me understand that you do, because if you didn’t, you would have simply said no without getting angry. Now I’d like to know something else, why don’t you live with your child? You know what I say about all the men who have children but leave them with their mothers? that they’re all irresponsible.

Paolo gave her a dark look that could have sent her to the morgue on the spot, but she pretended she hadn’t seen anything. She really wanted him to talk, but he was afraid of what she might say. Vlad wanted to come home, but he knew Elena could never put up with Betty the way Kira did.

-You know you can tell me anything Paolo, I’ll never judge you, okay? I just want to understand, that’s all, so do you have a child or not?

-He’s called Vladimir and he’s with his mother right now. To tell you the truth, we were together in this apartment before you came and I was afraid the situation would turn around, so I found them another place.

-But Paolo, you shouldn’t have done such a thing, you know. It was up to me to find a place to live and they were your family, so I split up a family.

-No, don’t go so far as to say you split up a family because we weren’t a family. Betty is a perfidious young woman, greedy for power and money. All she cares about is rich men and she’s with me just because she has no choice. Even Vlad wouldn’t want to live with her anymore, he told me as much last time and I imagine that’s why he’s still calling me today.

A child who didn’t want to live with his mother at all, Elena tried to imagine what kind of mother she could be to make her own son hate her so much. She didn’t want to be the cause of their unhappiness, and besides, she could always snuggle up with them in this apartment.

-I think you should bring them back, Paolo. I don’t mind at all. You should have thought of your son before your cousin.

-I understand, but I was afraid of what you’d think, Elena. Now that you’ve agreed, I’m going to ask Betty to come back home even though I know she’ll say no, but Vlad will be happy because he can’t stand her at all.

-So I want to come with you… if you don’t mind, of course. I’m not doing anything here and I’m planning to go back to this company next week to beg the boss to take me back.

Paolo nodded. Going back to see this vicious man had been the only thing she could come up with, because despite her grumpy pig-like behavior, she had no other choice. This vacancy had ended up in the same magazine as last time, and she hoped she could be convincing.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

They left the house and Paolo got into his car. After a few minutes’ drive in which she was lost in thought, she noticed that the car had come to an abrupt halt. She didn’t understand what was happening, but Paolo already had big beads of sweat on his forehead, as if something was wrong.

-Paolo, what’s going on and why is this car in our way?

He gave her an apologetic look and she couldn’t understand why he was sorry. She shrugged her shoulders, thinking that he was probably apologizing for the car’s sudden stop. A man got out of the one that had blocked their path and Paolo rolled down the window.

-He’s waiting for you in the car.

-And who?” asked Elena, startled.

-No one. Please stay there and don’t get out of the car. It’s someone you might meet one day, but not now.

She said nothing and watched him get out. She followed him with her eyes until he entered the black car in front of her. She hated being in the dark more seriously, and waiting didn’t help.

-Paolo Fiodora, what a pleasure to see you again, don’t tell me you were about to go and dupe another customer, you and your cousin,” said the Minister of Finance hatefully.

-I’m really sorry, sir, for what happened the other night, there was a misunderstanding and she was arrested by Finn Martinov for something she hadn’t done. When your men were looking for her, she was being held in his office. I promise to remedy this as soon as possible, sir.

-You’ve got my money with you, Monsieur Fiodora. You could have given it back to me the day after you found out she’d never been in my room, but you kept it anyway. I want it now.

Paolo looked at his car and nodded negatively. He couldn’t go and ask Elena to follow this man since he hadn’t made it clear what was going on. She was going to find out sooner or later and hate him for his stubbornness, but it was necessary to delay things.

-I’ve just realized something, Monsieur Fiodora, your cousin isn’t even aware that you’ve inherited a handsome sum of money in exchange for her body. I don’t know how you’re going to do it, but I want her Saturday ten o’clock at the Trezzini Palace Hotel.

Paolo looked at him one last time and saw how serious he was. He couldn’t take it as a joke anymore. He had to find a way to tell Elena the truth? not the truth, but to coax her into this man’s net and convince her afterwards that this man had abused her so that she’d press charges, he thought that was an excellent idea if he didn’t want her to hate him.

-You seem preoccupied since you’ve come back, is everything all right Paolo?

-Yes, everything’s fine and we should be going now.

He set off again, without taking his mind off the whole affair. It was all because of Betty, and if she thought she had a single penny of that money, she was completely mistaken. When he parked in front of their building, Elena got out and waited for him to join her. She walked behind him and when they reached their floor, Paolo rang the bell. It was only three minutes later that the door opened on Betty, whom Elena thought she’d seen somewhere before but couldn’t remember where.

-Are you going to come in, or are you going to keep looking at me like that?

Elena looked around and saw that Paolo had already entered, so she huffed and puffed her way inside. This woman already didn’t seem to like her, and perhaps the feeling was mutual. She found her cousin in the living room with a little boy who looked so much like him. She hadn’t stopped watching Betty and her gestures. The latter seemed to have noticed.

-You want my picture or what?

-I think that line’s already over,” replied Elena in the same tone.

Paolo looked at the two of them, not understanding when the discussion had taken such a turn. They were glaring at each other, and they were going to tear each other apart.

-Betty, this is my cousin Elena, and Elena is Betty, Vlad’s mother.

-Your cousin seems very suspicious Paolo.

-and I think you’re the shadier of the two of us. You look a lot like a certain Betty that Damon Dixon and James were looking for in New Orleans for a while.

Betty stiffened at this. She couldn’t believe this pest would recognize her, she didn’t want her past to catch up with her and this girl couldn’t dare expose it. It didn’t take Paolo long to realize that Damon Dixon was the billionaire she was so obsessed with in New Orleans, since she wasn’t shy about bragging to him about the list of billionaire men she wanted to seduce.

-Vlad, can you show your aunt around the outside?” asked Paolo.

His son nodded and went out with Elena. She knew she’d struck a nerve and that it would have been very pleasurable to see Betty swallow more and more, but she hadn’t come looking for trouble.

-She’s going to get me into trouble Paolo, you could have had a better cousin.

-And you could have done better than trying to seduce every rich man on every continent. I’m going to leave with Vlad because Elena has no problem with it. I’ll take his things.

-But what about the money? You were supposed to bring money, not take my son Paolo.

-I’ve got better things to do than discuss this with you.

He left for the bedroom and gathered up his son’s belongings, meeting them outside and setting off for home. Vlad seemed very quiet, and Elena didn’t press him to talk, which he thought was good enough. His mother had certainly frustrated him.