Chapter 28

***Maddison***

Horror.

Fear.

Anxiety.

I don't know anymore what other emotions and sensations overwhelm my body.

How did this happen?

At what point did I become the talk of the town?

I liked to be behind the scenes, not to stand out, to be just a spectator. I never wanted to be the focus of attention, especially not in this way.

Something went wrong, that's for sure, and I really don't know how to survive this.

I knew something was up when my father called me insistently, when Hanna sent me a snippet of the video and asked me what that meant.

Shit, this was serious.

I didn't wait long to check social media and realize that the video had gone viral and now more than a million people knew I was my boss.

I deliberately omitted my father's flames, and when Hanna appeared in the room, I could only cry. No comfort soothed me, no words I needed to feel good.

This was a hell.

And then Oliver, Massimo's bodyguard, appeared.

I could say it was my salvation, at least at the time.

Is it strange that I consider him a friend?

The knocking on the door scared me, I'm not going to deny it. I thought it was some journalist who had found the address of the residence, I thought they were coming to harass me, but no, it was just Oliver.

"I need you to come with me," he says when he sees me. "Mr. Massimo wants to see you."

Hanna looks him up and down and smiles softly.

"I can go with you, if you want," She says

She's a flirt.

"Unfortunately he only need Miss Maddison," he replies.

"What's it about?" I ask

"It's a surprise."

"Aren't you worried about what just happened?"

"That's why he needs to see you."

I know that the only person who can understand me at the moment is Massimo, he is the other one affected.

"Good," I say

"Pack a suitcase and your passport," he says.

What?

Without wanting to ask too much, I do as Oliver asks and fifteen minutes later, I'm ready.

I leave the room after saying goodbye to Hanna with the promise to tell her all about this surprise.

"How's he?" I ask Oliver.

"Angry, but trying to stay calm, the media has called him to find out what happened"

" sons of bitches," I say

"This was a surprise to everyone, luckily the only thing that was leaked was that video."

I'm not going to lie, his words bothered me.

"Fortunately?" O asked, "I'm in that video and it's not lucky to me"

"Excuse me, you're right, I meant that only the video was leaked and not all the data of Mr. Massimo's accounts, nor was his background leaked or anything related to the company."

Oh.

"Okay, that makes more sense."

Oliver plays music and I appreciate it. My mind spins at this moment, jumps from thought to thought and it's chaos. My father keeps calling me and strangers send me messages on my social networks, needless to say, they are not very pleasant messages to read.

I want to ask where we're going, but I know Oliver won't say anything, so I decide to wait quietly until, after twenty minutes, we arrive at what appears to be a private airport.

"Let's go," Oliver says.

I get out of the car and look for Massimo quickly. I watch him standing next to another suitcase. He's checking something on his phone, but when he sees me he stops.

"What's all this?"

"We'll travel," he says

"Excuse me?" Aren't you aware of the chaos we're in?"

"Yes, that's why I want to disappear, at least for three days, and you need it too. Take it as a vacation, we will have time to face what is happening."

I don't dislike the idea.

"Okay," I say. "Where shall we go?"

"To my roots," he replies.

We're going to Italy.

Smile.

It's what I needed.

The trip is better than I expected. Massimo's private jet is the most comfortable thing I've ever ridden.

It has plenty of space and the seating looks like a queen size bed, there's food everywhere and any kind of expensive whiskey you can imagine.

"My father hasn't stopped calling," I say.

"Let's not talk about what happened," he says, placing one of his hands on my leg. "The last thing I want to do is think about the mess we left behind."

"It's all right. So what do you want to do?"

I know I used a suggestive tone when asking the question, but I can't be reassured if his fingers are tracing circles on my inner thigh.

"I want to you," he says quietly.

I know it's a strange thing to say, but his words get to my nerve center.

I look around and remember that we are on a private plane, the only people, besides him and me, are Oliver, who is also a co-pilot, and the pilot. The latter two are in his cockpit.

I look at Massimo and neither of us needs to say anything else to know what we're going to do.

Our lips collide and our senses are lost between excitement and desire.

It only took one movement for Massimo to get me on his lap and despite being dressed, I feel all his roughness in my intimate area.

I bring my hands behind her neck and deepen the kiss. Our tongues dance to the same tune as Massimo takes off my tank top and bra. My tits are exposed and he doesn't waste any time. He brings his mouth to one of my nipples and savors it as if it were a lollipop. Your tongue traces circles on the nipple while one of your fingers pinches the other.

If it continues like this, I'll finish before I start.

I quickly pull away and we both finish undressing. Massimo gets up and throws me to the seat/bed. He climbs on top of me and little by little he kisses and sucks every part of my body; Start at my neck, my breasts and spread kisses all over my abdomen until you reach the south.

"I like that you're always ready," he says before bringing her tongue to my.

Massimo knows how to drive me crazy.

I could be like this all day and forget about everything.

I could spend the whole day with Massimo and not get tired.

Internally, I sense that I am developing a slight obsession.