Billionaire's Possession

Stephano's POV

"Is that all?"

"Yes sir. So, what do you think about the proposals?" Andre asked me, his eyes observing the file in his hand as he carefully studied it. We were finalizing the proposals for this month and had gone through all of them. All that was remaining were the parts I had to crosscheck before the final conclusions would be made later at the meeting, with my board of directors present.

Leaning into my swivel chair, I adjusted myself and took a deep breath. It would definitely be a tough evening for me whenever I finally decide to start sorting them out at home but the earlier those files were dealt with, the better.

Getting tired of Andre's anticipating stare as he awaited my response, I took a calm exhale. "Email me the remaining details and I'll deal with them once I get home. I'll have them finalized."

Andre nodded in understanding. Being my personal assistant for over four years now, he knew what needed to be done. I was a busy man and intentionally decided never to have a female personal assistant because they were a great distraction, and my father's personal assistant had succeeded in destroying my parent's relationship many years ago, one that had been so hard to fix. There was no way I would subject myself to such at a young age. No, I was far too young for any woman's drama.

"Alright, have a good night." Andre finally spoke.

He got up, took care of the needed files on the table, and arranged the rest in a neat stack. It had been a long day.

"You too," I replied after some seconds of gazing out into the city before us like it had an interesting story to tell.

I stared out through the glass that separated me from the world, pleased the glasses were tinted. The building itself had thirty-six floors altogether, and this was just the headquarters for Alfonsi's group of companies in Italy. We still had five other branches here in Italy and several others all over Europe, then even some more worldwide.

I was a man who sometimes preferred brooding, staying on my own and I didn't like unnecessary attention. That was why it was hard for even stalkers to get any juicy information on my personal life. Since my breakup with Barbara, who won the Most Beautiful Woman in Italy when we were in college a few years ago, I hadn't really been with any other woman, and I wasn't ready to be with one. I had so many people around me and that was what an average man needed at some point in their lives.

My mind drifted off to so many things that could be happening out there in Palermo, Sicily, in Italy as a whole, and also in other parts of the world. So many people were obviously laughing giddily, couples were making out with heated passion and some others were celebrating a milestone in their lives.

A glance at my Rolex watch told me it was time to head home.

Picking my suit jacket, I donned it and took a deep breath. I exited my office, grunting in response several times as I walked past some of my workers, who all parted ways for me to leave and greeted me along the way. I tapped my foot impatiently throughout the elevator ride, wishing I was already home.

James, my driver was quick to collect my suitcase when I finally exited the plushy wide lounge. "Where to, sir?"

"Home, straight ahead," I responded with my jaws subconsciously clenching as I remembered the amount of work that awaited me.

"How was work, Sir?" James questioned.

"Hmm, the usual."

That was all he needed to know. I wasn't ready to converse further with him. My mind drifted to the seminars I had been invited to in the weeks to come.

They were much and almost suffocating. I started my own business at an early age, going into so many fields immediately after I graduated from high school. My parents were influential, and that easily paved the way for me, but I didn't rely on the opportunity alone. I never relied on their influence in the business world but on my hard work day and night.

That got me where I was today and I ensured my head was always held high. When my driver drove into the gate and towards the house, I heaved a deep sigh of relief and loosened my tie. Parking right before my mansion, I immediately alighted my Mercedes Benz and strode in, feeling my muscles flex under the heating sunset with each step I took as my suit jacket clamped firmly on my shoulders. I entered my living room with my suitcase in hand. I couldn't wait to take my office attire off.

"Welcome home, young master!" A smiling Natalia greeted me as she approached me from the kitchen, her rosy cheeks sparkling in the brightly illuminated hall of my mansion. I hummed as usual but stood to hear what she had to say. Regardless of how busy I was, I always made time for her because she was more or less the second mother figure in my life. She could never be ignored.

She had been a nanny to me and my siblings while we were growing up and had taken care of us over the years, tending to us whenever our parents had their usual business meetings in other parts of the world.

She was a short, round woman who loved humming with a gracious smile while running around the house, also the only one apart from my parents who ever scolded me and got away with it. I still called her my nanny, even after all these years. Even my parents hadn't brought me up with an iron hand like Natalia had done.

"How was work?" she asked cheerily.

"It was stressful but rewarding as usual."

"Kara will prepare your bath at the usual time then. Go change and relax Sir." She spoke softly.

She sashayed like a car tire into the kitchen in all her round glory and I knew she would immediately start preparing dinner. That was if she hadn't already started.

I didn't give a response as I left for the stairs, already eager to take off my suit jacket and shirt. I changed my office attire into sweatpants and a wife-beater immediately. I entered my room and then rinsed my face and hands, cleaning with a towel. I always took my bath after completing my work at eight PM so I would just have dinner before resting a bit and going to bed.

Walking to my study, I started on my paperwork and was on it for one solid hour. When I was almost through, I doubled the pace, checking through the files quickly and signing forms for whichever needed my signature.

The soft click of the door caught my attention some minutes later but I still didn't raise my head up

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"Welcome sir." A feminine voice spoke so softly that I almost didn't hear her.

"Yes?" I grunted.

Looking up from my paperwork though, my lips parted, and I reflexively sucked in fresh air as I stared at the girl in front of me. I didn't know it was the beautiful Kara, my nanny's daughter, who had been speaking.

This girl in particular, Kara, Natalia's daughter, was a shining star in a gloomy land, at least to me she was. Her presence alone lighted up my mood. It was a pity she steered clear of me whenever I was around. Kara, in particular, didn't like to be around whenever I was home.

I knew she had just gotten back from her university at Trapani because I always kept tabs on all of my employees. Well, her especially.

"Yes?"

I spoke more clearly, surprising myself. I hadn't really spoken so interestedly to anyone, with so much life in my tone throughout today, apart from with Andre and Natalia. Everyone that got a response at all got a kind of grunt or the other.

My expression was nonchalant nonetheless, so much so that I could see the slight nervousness in her eyes. Her oblivious nature to my lustful desires for her did things to me. She was beautiful in a way that compelled me to just show her what she meant to me but I couldn't. Not yet.

With her five feet four height and a frame that made her look anything but pompous, Kara would make a man proud someday. The thought alone made me seethe with an unfamiliar feeling that tugged at my chest painfully. Jealousy, for the unknown man.

I stared at her in a way she didn't realize I was checking her out, slowly trailing my eyes from her face to her cute pointed nose, then to her rosy lips. They moved to her rich, attractive-looking bust, which in no doubt would make half of both my hands full if I cupped them, and then my eyes darted down to her flat stomach before finally stopping at the spot where I knew her most intimate part down south would be situated. Kara shifted before me and I eyed her short legs.

I didn't like short girls. Most of them were temperamental and, admittedly too cute. I'd never had a short girl to call mine, though, well, except Kara, and she still wasn't aware that she was mine yet.

Kara was short and thick, but there was something that drew her to me: her feminine smell, innocence, smile, and beauty.

Everything about Kara was so intoxicating to me. My groin twitched in a painful way when my eyes zoned on her hands. Those hands would be my undoing someday if she could get her hands on me and there was nothing I wouldn't do at her request, if she was willing to have me in her hold, of course.

I was convinced that I was under her spell.

"Speak," I commanded.

"Your bath is ready," she gasped softly, her hard eyes locking onto mine. Her chest heaved slightly, and I couldn't help but notice the gentle movement of her curves. I suppressed a groan. As I opened the door, Kara hurriedly shut it behind her, practically running out.

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A slow, mischievous smirk spreads across my face as I savor the rich taste of the hunt lingering on my lips. The thrill of the chase rushes through me, intoxicating and exhilarating. I flick open my lighter, the flame igniting with a soft whoosh, casting a warm, flickering glow that dances across my fingers in the dim light.

For a moment, it illuminates the shadows around me, before I snap it shut, the light vanishing, leaving me once again cloaked in the darkness where I thrive.

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‎Poor thing-she thinks she has a chance.

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She can run. She can fight. She can plead.

None of it will make a difference.

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She is destined to be mine.