Apollo LaFontaine's pov
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I won't be swayed away from the love of my life by this she-devil. I won't be swayed away from the love of my life by this she-devil. I won't be swayed away from the love of my life by this she-devil. I won't be swayed away from the love of my life by this she-devil. I won't be swayed away from the love of my life by this she-devil.
"Are you alright, boss?" My assistant Kyle Calloway asked as I strode inside my office. "You look stressed, did you meet Penellaphe?"
"That she-devil was in the lift with me," I hissed.
He licked his lips, "Mmhm."
I gasped, side-glaring him, "Don't start."
"What? I didn't say anything," he chuckled.
"And I'm a fool," I scowled. "You said she was married."
He blinked, "She has a wedding ring on."
"She is not married," I sat down on my leather chair, frustrated out of my mind. "I got the guts to contradict her on something she was talking about, when she was planning on skipping the dinner tonight, being the newly named CEO of the company."
"Weren't you planning on missing it out?"
I glared at him, "That's not important. She's the CEO."
"You're the COO. Both chief officers."
"Kyle, do you like your job?" I leaned back, glaring.
He gulped, blushing, "You have a thing for her."
"No, I don't. Sure, I think she's hot, but everyone does."
"You have a grudge, Apollo," he chuckled.
"And I have reasonable reasons for such," I scowled, annoyed.
"Because you've had a crush on her since you were 10 and she doesn't even remember that you were in the same academy in Manchester."
I clenched my jaw, feeling my blood pressure rising, "That's not important. The point here is that I used the married card, and she burst out laughing," breathtakingly beautifully hypnotically, "like a maniac, mocking me, because she is not married."
He seemed shocked, "What? But the ring,"
"It's a dam family ring," I hissed, feeling embarrassed with myself. "Given to her by her grandma, her nonna like she calls it. Now, she thinks I'm a rude bastard who believes in the rumors going around about her."
"You do believe in them," he clicked his tongue.
"Kyle," I said his name like a curse.
He swallowed, holding his laughter inside, "She laughed?"
"No, she burst out laughing, that was not just a laugh, it was a lively giggle, loudly and uncontrollable. She was literally shaking with laughter, holding onto the old witch, who was also holding the urge to laugh about it. To laugh, at my, face."
"Penellaphe can laugh?" He gasped shocked, looking haunted. "So, the rumors about her being an evil tyrant robot are a lie. Ugh, I wish I had seen it. Did she look beautiful?"
"Ardently so," I sighed, passing my fingers through my black wavy hair, long enough to shadow my forehead. "How am I going to look at," a notification sound I know way too well by now came from my phone and a squeak left my lips, a big smile taking over. "It's P."
"Oh, your pen-pal that you're head over hells for," he grinned. "And who rejected you during the pandemic after your confessed to her."
I glared at him, "She was in a bad moment. And she's not rejecting me now, is she? That wasn't really rejection, I knew in my bones she felt something, and now I know it's love."
"Mhm," he mumbled. "She still rejected you."
"Can't you shut up?"
"Imagine if she's been a dude this whole dam time, mate," he burst out laughing, and I clenched my jaw, pissed. "Or if she's like, really, really ugly. What are you going to do? What if,"
"She is not a dude, Kyle," I snapped. "And I doubt she ain't hot."
"You don't know her. She could be old enough to be your mother, or grandmother. Who knows? She could have catfished you," he ponded.
"If you blab another cunty word from your dam mouth, Kyle, I will kill you," I hissed, a death glare in my eyes, and he steeled, then sat back on his desk at the corner of my office. "That's more like it."
"Cunt."
"Kyle," I cursed.
"Ugh, fine, I'll be silent."
"Good boy," I provoked him and finally opened the email.
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From: P.BG
To: A.LF
Sent: Wednesday, 14 Feb 2024, 07:39
Subject: Happy Valentine's Day, love 💘
Mmhm, you're welcome for letting you win.
I'm a gentlewoman, not a loser.
I slept like a baby, like I hadn't slept in year, and yes, I dreamed of you, I've been dreamed of you for a long time now, the kind of dream that gets my cunt hot and sizzling, craving to be touched, my nipples hard, and my body burning with the thought of you. It feels good to know I'm having the same effect on you when we have yet to meet, love.
I woke up singing Nonsense by Sabrina Carpenter.
And I wasn't planning on using an underwear.
Regarding the gun, I can give it to you if we ever try that particular scene. I was trained in shooting for some years, and I got a license, sooooo...
About the dinner, my assistant just told me I really won't be able to skip it tonight, or I'll get into trouble with the shareholders, after all, they want to meet me the most, *sigh*. Sorry about that, but at least you also won't get in trouble with your evil hot boss for skipping yours either, I don't want to cause any trouble to you, A.
Besides, Wednesday isn't the best day for us to have a date, how about Friday night? You pick me up, we have dinner, and you can come spend the weekend at my place, and I'll drop you on your work on Monday. How about that? We'll have more time together, more time to enjoy one another, more time to get intimate like we've both been craving for.
You have such a beautiful middle name. French, innit? Timothée. I think the "thée" has a "tae" sound. Most say it with a "thee" sound, but it's actually pronounced "tim-o-tae", innit? I mean, at least I think so, I could be wrong, I think it could depend on how you pronounce it.
I also have a middle name, but it's not as fancy as yours, and my grandma gave it to me, it's Bianca. I'm also known by my first name, but I always loved my middle name, because grandma always called me by it with love in her words.
YES, the song is Reminder!!!
It was so obvious, wasn't it?
You know what's crazy? Before I went to bed last night, I also baked tiramisu, it was my grandma's secret recipe, so, I bet I'll win when it comes to this dessert in special. I bought to work today, so I'll remember you when having lunch.
Oh Lord, you won't believe what just happened!!!!
Love you more, Timothée.
Ugh, it feels so good to have a name for you.
Yours,
- P ❤️
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I couldn't help giggling, happy like a little boy with a crush in the best girl I've ever met, all over again. Feeling silly. "Bianca," I tasted her middle name in my tongue.
"Her name is Bianca? Wasn't it P something?"
I turned to him, smiling in love, and the dam bugger cringed, "Not her first, this is her middle name. I told her mine, and she told me hers. Ain't it beautiful? Bianca," I said it again.
A shit-eating grin curled his lips, "It's the boss's middle name."
I scowled at him, "It's a coincidence. An unwelcomed coincidence."
"It's not the boss, right?" He giggled, but then his laughter died. "It's not the boss… right?" He asked, serious for once, haunted.
"Kyle, Jesus Christ, it's not that cunt," I cursed.
"Their names both begin with P. Their middle names are the same: Bianca. They both are seemingly older than you, and both went to your school in Manchester," at each word, he grew scared, making me scared.
An anxious laugh left my chest, "It's a coincidence."
"They are both in London, Apollo. Both spent the past Christmas in a business event, both, according to what you told me, are feared by the people who work with them, both nasty with other people," he kept going, his tan skin going paler. "Shit, Apollo. Your pen-pal could be Penellaphe."
I froze, speechless, feeling dizzy. "No. It's not her," then my eyes went to the email again, and I re-read it all. "It can't be her."
"I'm getting chills, mate," Kyle cried. "Ask her what's her age. Ask her age and if she's Italian, or half Italian and half British like Penellaphe."
"Stop scaring me, Kyle," I cursed.
"Mate, I'm about to piss myself. I am terrified," he cried.
"Fuck," I swallowed hard, feeling my hands shake.
"Ask her," he pressed, nearly freaking out.
"Don't press me, bastard," I gasped, but began to type.