Scoundrel CEO

didn't seem to mind the introduction. "He's already seen me, my dear. We don't need introductions, do we, my dear?" She stated in an uncomplicated tone. She gave me a look that

the tension she had caused. The contrast between her coldness and the warmth of his gesture made my stomach turn even more. There was something disconcerting about that scene. With an almost instinctive

her? Just her name. I had no idea if she was married, divorced, or in a serious relationship. This uncertainty, however, did not make me want to back down; it only increased my curiosity and the desire to find out more about her. I lived in a non-stop game of seduction, a universe where conquest was my passion and my lifestyle. For me, the aura of conqueror that I exude

mpetent, charismatic, and extremely polite. What more could I need?" I replied, letting out a relaxed laugh as I settled back into my chair. The atmosphere around me seemed light and welcoming, as if the mood was in tune with my good mood. But as I reflected on my own question, I realized that, in fact, there was something more I wished for. Maybe one of them had a touch of bold

away in a corner of my mind. "What can I do? They simply cannot please me," Stella retorted, with a defiant smile, as she crossed her arms theatrically

softening a little. "Of course not, actually, I came to invite you to lunch. Do you know how much I appreciate your presence, right?" She said, showing a gentle smile that lit up her face. "It's been a busy day today, a lot of work, I don't know if I can leave on time, but I can try," I replied, looking at the screen of my cell phone, where a provocative message invited me to a night out. An involuntary smile appeared on my lips as I responde

here to have lunch with you at the office. Is that okay? - She replied, a mischievous smile on her face, as if she was making a fun plan. Her proposal wasn't bad. After all, a lunch in good company is always good, right? - Make yourself at home, Stellinha - I teased, aware that she hated that nickname. The disapproving look she gave me was enough to make me slowly get up and walk towards her. With an affectio

nts. I know that her criticism comes from the love and concern she has for me, but I need Stella to understand that my love life does not require her approval. I am not looking for a relationship that justifies so much concern. Friends like Stella are rare,