She ruined my perfect peace.

My future children were left aching for quite a while. I had to get an ice pack because that woman spitefully kicked me in my testicles.

I admit, I was in agony.

You must wonder how it is possible that I don't look Italian? I am. I'm quite Italian, but I was raised in the United States my whole life and used virtually none of my native language. In fact, I'm so amazing that I can speak fluent Italian, Russian, English and Dutch, but when I'm pissed off enough, I end up cursing at everyone in Italian and that's when my amazing hidden accent comes out.

Impressive, isn't it?

I will give you an unnecessary description of me, but very necessary for you about my precious appearance. I know you are dying to know what I look like. From here I can see and smell how you are going crazy for me.

I'd better get started.

First of all, I'm a handsome enough man that I will leave you with your mouth open just by watching me walk by. I just know it. As a child I was a beautiful blonde-haired boy, but I grew up and met the beach. Since that time I stopped being a blonde boy and now I'm a handsome brown-haired, blue-eyed man with a perfect smile and to my father's suffering, I'm covered in tattoos.

The only thing that is free of ink is my face.

I know, I'm totally cool, but I'm tired of the fact that because of my looks, my dad insists that I'm not serious enough about my work. It pisses me off. It pisses me off that he says those things when he knows I'm the one who gets screwed the most for making everything run smoothly for the company, which I don't even own completely. He and my mother came up with this plan to marginalize me.

No one has the right to make me less.

“That's why I can't stand the woman sitting in that seat like it's nothing,” I stare at this Alexia, while mumbling to nothing.

I can and will end your peace.

I get up from my comfortable chair and walk over to where the Queen of Narnia was sitting.

“Any problems? I'm doing what I can with the agenda they gave me, but for today and tomorrow you don't have anything urgent. Just an outing with Antonella,” she informs me when she sees me coming towards her. “Why are you looking at me like that, do you really have a problem?”

“Yes, you,” I stare at her. “You can't call me by my first name. I am your boss and you owe me respect. Also, all the names of the people in my address book must be addressed as you,” I tap my forefinger on her desk.

“I will not treat anyone with respect, unless they are extremely important people like me, or have done something very cool for the world. But you," he points his index finger at me in a derogatory manner, “a simple man whose parents won't let him play with the company, because it would bankrupt them, doesn't deserve any respect.”

I smile sideways and raise my right eyebrow.

“And what about you? You're not far behind, little princess,” I get close enough so that only she can hear me. “You were sent here to be educated, because you're not a queen, your parents can't stand you and you're in love with the policeman or the military. My word has more validity in your life than yours in mine,” I close the agenda and go to the elevator.

I press the button and wait a few seconds until the doors open. This elevator only exclusive people like me can use it and before I knew it, this woman was entering my little minute of tranquility.

“Now what do you want? There is an elevator for people like you. Get out of mine, Alexia!” I tell her, holding the doors for her to get out.

“I need you to take me home,” she removed my hand and pressed the first floor. “Stop saying I'm in love with the royal guard, it can cause severe problems for him,” she looks at my eyes with some kind of feeling I don't know. “Please don't let my parents know about my relationship with Jasper.”

I fold my arms, stick my back to the metal wall and look at her with amusement.

“Please? So you have manners when it suits you,” I stop the elevator. “What can they do to that guy? Nobody loves you anyway. Not even your family, just that man and maybe he's doing it for the money or because he wants the crown and to play king of Narnia.”

I see her swallow thickly and then sigh.

Yes, she's already angry.

“Of course I have manners, you just don't deserve them,” she smiles feignedly, I can tell she is uncomfortable. I definitely intimidate her, I'm a cool and intimidating guy. “You want peace and I hate you, but I can do my best to give you what you need.”

“Interesting,” I tease, “What do you want to grant me the peace I desire? Because clearly and unfortunately, I can't get you out of here.”

“Help me keep my relationship with Jasper a secret. Don't let anyone know I'm having an affair that's not allowed because he's a royal guard and I'm... well, you know exactly what I am, but I need you to help me,” her eyes again have that strange gleam in them that I don't know.

“What are you going to give me in return? I'm a big businessman and I don't do anything without getting a bonus. What are you going to give me, Alexia?” I look at her coldly, I approach her in a threatening manner, making her back up and crash against the metal wall of the elevator. “What can you give to a man who has everything?”

We look at each other for a few minutes and her delicious cheap perfume invades my nostrils.

“I... promise to do what you say without protest,” she looks at my lips and then her eyes shift up to mine. “I'll be the best personal assistant you’ve ever had and I'll watch what I say about your stupid personality.”

I want to play with that poisonous tongue.

“Well, I have no problem with that,” I lean closer to her. How do I help them keep their cheap and shabby affair a secret?

“I've been thinking everything through and I think Jasper and I will be able to live in the same apartment and...”

I take two steps back and start laughing. She looks at me confused and annoyed at the same time.

“Honey, your parents aren't idiots, do you think they're going to let you be the poor guy's girlfriend like that? Forget it and be born again, but this time be more realistic, Alexia.” She runs her hands through her long, straight black hair, trying to keep calm. “I'll help you continue your game in secret, but things will be done as I say.”

“Good,” she murmurs.

“Let's pretend we're sweethearts and live together. Your poor boyfriend will live where you would. I'll talk to your parents about letting him live there, but you'll only see each other after work and in the apartment. We'll keep this conversation out of the media, we'll say we're friends until your parents approve of the relationship. For the rest you can't go near him and one more thing, I'm giving you all that as long as you bow down to me and obey me as your superior being and your boss. Right now I am your savior and your God. You only have to flatter my personality and say excellent words about me and I give you what you want,” I smile mischievously.

“You're a bastard, a son of a bitch,” she says hatefully.

“I'm kind to those who don't deserve it, but you're not ready to be better than me. So this is your last chance before you start the elevator, Alexia,” I put my hand on the dashboard and left my finger up on the button that allowed the elevator to keep running.

“Fine, but our relationship will only be for show. I don't want to be linked with a bastard like you who has no feelings or common sense. You are an empty brain that lacks many things,” she sighs and makes her little hands into a fist. “I will be obedient to you, my superior being and miserable son of the great mother earth who hates and loathes you like the feces and dead animal vomit that you are.”

I let out a laugh and bite my lower lip.

“Well, just don't get burned because if you get caught, I'll say that you forced me into this and because I was completely in love with you, I agreed to your crazy outbursts,” I wink at her. “Just give me peace and you’ll have everything you ask for.”

“Well,” she holds out his hand, “Is it a deal, Giotto Marchetti?”

“It's a deal, Lady Alexia of Sweden,” we shook hands.

She settles into place and I press the button to allow the elevator to work.

Now I'll make you admit how amazing I am and there's nothing you can do about it.