Sleeping With My Father's Enemy

Elara De Luca: "My name is Emma Garvin, and welcome to Hawksley Cooperation. How may I assist you today?" Emma, the receptionist, inquired with a smile. "Hello, my name is Elara De Luca. I am here for an interview with the CEO for the executive assistant position," I informed the woman at the front desk nicely and professionally. "OK, please give me a few minutes to check the details on the system regarding your interview." She addressed this while inspecting the system. While she was busy looking for details and making calls, I gazed around to take in the big and extremely artistically furnished building. Men and women dressed professionally were moving in and out, entirely concentrated on their jobs and making business calls. Hawksley Corporation is one of the most significant and powerful corporations in the United States, led by Valentino Hawksley, a filthy tycoon. He has been my inspiration since the day I graduated from high school, and I decided to follow in his footsteps and that of my father, Ambrose De Luca. My father owns a multinational company in Italy, so I come from a wealthy family as well. He basically rules Italy with all the money and resources he has, but I don't want to be recognized because of him; I want to establish my own name, which is why I relocated to the United States and graduated from Harvard Business School, achieving the top position. "Miss. De Luca, please put on this visitor badge and take the elevator to the twenty-seventh floor. Mr. Hawksley will conduct your interview in person," Emma informed me by passing me the badge. “I wish you the best of luck." "Thank you, Emma," I spoke while I put on the badge and walked towards the elevator that took me to my selected floor. A woman in her late forties greeted me and led me to the CEO's office. I couldn't help but feel nervous as I made my way towards the CEO's office, clutching the strap of my appealing Chanel bag. I'd always wanted to meet Valentino Hawksley in person, and now that I'm just a few seconds away from doing so, I'm experiencing a range of emotions and unidentified sentiments. Something told me that things would be quite different for me after today. "Come in," said a very strong and masculine voice from within the office, sending shivers down my spine and impacting my entire body. I feel like a teenage girl preparing to meet her crush. I need to behave professionally after going inside, but I'm unsure whether I can. I felt like a child who was finally going to acquire his or her favorite treat. The woman with me entered and indicated my arrival to the man standing by the window, his back to us and his hand in his designer pant pocket. "Mr. Hawksley, Miss Elara De Luca is here for the interview." When her boss nodded without looking around, the woman stated before stepping out silently without uttering another word. "Miss. De Luca, please take a seat." Valentino Hawksley spoke in a formal tone whilst continuing to gaze out the window. I inhaled and sat down on the seat in front of his desk. "Good day, Mr. Hawksley. My name is Elara De Luca. How are you doing today?" I asked, hardly audibly, while glancing at the file in my hand. I waited for the man to turn around to take my interview, but when he didn’t, I wondered why he wasn't turning to face me. Is he really going to do the interview in that manner, with his magnificent back to me? Or maybe I am too impatient to see his magnificent face, just like his magnificent back? “Now, I definitely feel like a teenager with a crush. Just great!” I mentally said to myself, rolling my eyes. It's as if he heard my thoughts he turned around, and I can't help but gasp. The man was 6.3' tall, strong, and quite attractive, with an olive complexion, a fashionable beard, green eyes, and dark hair. I've seen pictures of him on the internet and in newspapers, but they don't give him credit. The man is more attractive than he seems in the magazine. He looks just like Adonis. He doesn't appear to be forty-three years old at all. “Oh my God!” I muttered under my breath. I suddenly felt attracted to a man around my father's age. Also, I could swear I got turned on when those green eyes arched their brows at me. I realized that I was looking at the man with my mouth slightly open and my eyes fixed on him. I found it difficult to look away from him. "I presume you like what you see, Miss. De Luca." Valentino chuckled and sat behind his desk, holding his hand out. "Can I have your resume, please?" he requested. "Re…Resume?" I stammered, wholly engrossed in those mesmerizing eyes. “Yes, Miss. De Luca.” He replied, totally amused by my expression. I realized what a fool I was making out of myself by giving the worst first impression ever. “Oh, yes, and I deeply apologize for staring at you like a creep just now because, trust me, I never do that. That’s my first time.” I apologized instantly, passing my resume to him. “Here’s my resume, Mr. Hawksley.” "Va tutto bene, signorina De Luca, non c'è bisogno di scusarsi." Valentino spoke in Italian, his tone captivating. I remained motionless and reacted in surprise. (It's okay, Miss. De Luca, no need to apologize) “Conosci la lingua italiana? (You know Italian?)” I asked back in Italian, and he grinned a sexy grin and nodded his head. “Si (Yes),” he replied. So, what is the heiress of the billion-dollar fortune empire of Italy doing over here at my company?” he inquired. “Especially for the position of executive assistant, which I must say is very low for your standards, isn’t it?” “I…I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Hawksley?” I spoke nervously, looking anywhere but him. I thought he wouldn’t know about me because my father has always kept my identity a secret as I am not good with the reporters and the spotlight on me. Literally, no one knows about me at all. Then how does he know? “What I mean to say is that I know that you are the daughter of Ambrose De Luca, hence why the question, what are you doing over here?” he asked, standing from his chair this time. He approached me and leaned against the desk with his arms wrapped around his chest and his intimidating gaze locked on me. “Please don’t try to lie again, as I hate liars, Miss. De Luca.” “I am utterly surprised that you know about me. But how?” I asked in a surprised tone, but something in him seemed familiar to me, as if I had seen him in person, met with him before, and not just tabloids and photos my father showed me for his mission. But if I have met this man before in person then how come I can’t remember it? This man is too handsome to forget.