Deep love: insatiable lover

On entering the Cazalla Group building, Vanessa was surprised to feel that things were different.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the lift under the respectful gaze of the receptionist. High heels clicked on the floor with a metallic sound. Slender fingers pressed the button on the floor and the sound of the lift’s automatic announcement reached her ears.

-Ding, the 17th floor is here.

Vanessa calmed down and waited for the lift to open.

-Vanessa.

-Why are you here?

Vanessa looked at Orlando with a surprised face, she didn’t expect him to have the courage to come here after the time that had passed since the last incident.

“How the receptionist works, to let the irrelevant ones on.”

-Mr. Orlando, do you have my permission to come here? I have the right to call the police when you appear out of nowhere like this.

-I have something to tell you.

Orlando ignored Vanessa’s rejection and disgust and looked at her with furrowed brows, tenderness and helplessness in his eyes.

-We have nothing to say.

Vanessa said in an icy tone, pulling out her phone and calling the receptionist ready for security to come up.

-Are you so reluctant to see me?

Orlando stepped forward first and gripped Vanessa’s wrist tightly as she held the phone, the gentleness in his face finally faked, turning grim and twisted.

-Yes.

Vanessa met his gaze, unperturbed.

-Even if you don’t want to see me, I won’t go.

Orlando approached and looked at Vanessa with a menacing look.

-What the hell do you want? I’m not done with you yet for lying to me last time, what else do you want to do? Orlando, will you leave me alone?

-Never.

Orlando pulled harder on Vanessa’s wrist.

-What’s the use of repenting now? What can you get back, Orlando, it’s been impossible between us for a long time. You betrayed me to be with Melina and I was with Dylan. We were stuck with each other, with my father in the middle! You think I’m going to forget what you did and take you back?

-Then you’ll hate me for it,” Orlando stepped closer, with madness and ferocity in his eyes. In short, I won’t let you go. Vanessa, soon Grupo Moya will be mine. Don’t worry, my grandfather won’t be able to stop me. We’ll be together then, and Dylan will only be worthy of being trampled under my feet!

Orlando is paranoid and crazy, and his burning eyes make Vanessa uncomfortable.

-Director, are you all right?

Enrique had just stepped out of the lift when he heard the argument and rushed forward, glaring angrily at Orlando.

-Mr. Orlando, I’m going to call the police if you don’t let me go.

“Damn it! I’ve had a hard time getting in here, and I’m surprised to be interrupted before I’ve said what I should.”

Orlando turned to Enrique with an icy stare.

-You’d better stay out of it.

-Mr Orlando, this is the Cazalla Group, and if you don’t leave, I’m going to call security directly.

How could Orlando want to be so humiliated?

-Vanessa, you are mine.

Orlando looked deeply at Vanessa, finished, let go of her hand and turned to walk away.

-Director, are you all right?

Enrique hurried to look at Vanessa with concern and asked her.

-I’m fine.

Vanessa looked at the marks on her wrist and shook her head.

-Get rid of the receptionist and make the rules clear to her when you rehire.

-Yes.

When Vanessa returned to the office, Enrique immediately went to inform the personnel department.

Leafing through the files, Vanessa forced herself to put aside any unwanted distractions and concentrate on her work.

Working late into the night in the office.

Enrique had a sick relative who had gone home early and Vanessa was left alone in the large office building. She had a sandwich and a coffee on her desk, but she didn’t even bother to eat.

Eyes were glued to the data on the computer, and from time to time something had to be recorded in the hand.

She was so involved in her work that she didn’t even know anyone was coming.

-Knock, knock.

The knock on the door brought her attention back, and Vanessa realised that her shoulders and neck were hurting badly. Her brow furrowed slightly as she saw Dylan, leaning against the door, smiling.

-What brings you here?

-Of course I’ve come to see you, it’s only your first day of separation and you’re working late, how badly you’ve behaved.

-The company has accumulated a lot of work to deal with.

“You are not the main culprit for working overtime.”

As if picking up on Vanessa’s subtext, Dylan’s smile widens. He strides over, sees the sandwich already cold and grabs Vanessa’s chin in disgust.

-You didn’t eat anything?

He doesn’t really seem to be eating.

-I forgot.

Vanessa said coolly as Dylan leaned against his desk and simply pulled out his phone to order takeout from some three-star Michelin restaurant.

-Are there many more?

-You’ll sort it out quicker if you don’t bother me.

-I think it will go faster with my help.

There was a chuckle in Dylan’s voice, his gaze instantly turning cold as he touched the bruise on Vanessa’s wrist. He grimaced and grabbed her wrist, staring at her with a deadly stare.

-What’s going on?

Oops, I forgot to cover up a bit.

Vanessa frowned:

-Nothing.

With that, she pulled her wrist back, but Dylan snapped it shut and didn’t let her get away with it.

-Tell me how the hell this works.

-Orlando came today.

“That’s him!”

The hostility under Dylan’s eyes intensified.

-The receptionist who put you here has been fired by me and cannot reappear in the future.

-That is what will come up again.

Dylan’s voice was cold and sombre.

-So what? What do you want to do? -Vanessa looked up, mocking Dylan, “It’s inevitable, isn’t it?

The entanglement started a long time ago and no one can escape.

The Vanessa in front of her is like a hedgehog with spikes erected all over her body, making it impossible to reach her.

Dylan sighed helplessly and frowned as he gently rubbed his wrist.

-Is there any medicine here?

-No.

-I’ll take care of it.

Dylan did not hesitate to say so.

Vanessa had gone downstairs before I could stop him, and after about half an hour Dylan returned with a bag from the pharmacy.

-Reach out your hand.

Unable to resist, Vanessa had to be obedient.

Dylan leaned on his desk, head down, carefully and thoughtfully removing the ointment from the bag.

The ointment was smeared on the wrist and was fresh.

Dylan rubbed the ointment into his fingers.

-It hurts a bit, be patient.

Vanessa didn’t say a word, her face expressionless. dylan frowned and the strength in his hands increased. In the light, his eyelashes seemed especially long.

It’s just a medication, but it seems concentrated as if he’s talking about a multi-million dollar case.NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Vanessa discovered that she could not read this man at all.

He is distant, exclusive and doesn’t know what love is, but sometimes he is so gentle and considerate that he gives the illusion that the world loves you alone.