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Chapter 8

Levi's POV

After Isabella's swift action in publishing the news, the crisis that had loomed over us dissipated like morning mist beneath the sun. With the announcement released, the whispers of the team's demise for the season proved to be nothing more than self-defeating rumors. Though Kelvin's absence left a void in our operations, investors found solace in the reassurance that he would soon return, overseeing the work of his subordinates while he recuperated. It was a temporary setback, nothing more, and one that we were more than capable of weathering together.

I was more than grateful that nothing too serious happened to Kelvin because he's like family too, it's not just about the business,

Yet, as the dust settled and the storm clouds of uncertainty dispersed, a new threat emerged. Rumors began to circulate that my overnight visit to check on Kevin's injury was a calculated move to pressure Kelvin into returning to our Swiss operations prematurely before he had fully recovered. It was a malicious insinuation, one that threatened to undermine the trust and confidence we had worked so hard to cultivate among our investors and partners.

"Do we need to respond to these rumors?" Mark inquired, his brow furrowed with concern as we sat in the lounge watching the newscaster cast aspersions on me, our company's future hanging in the balance.

"No, it's not important. They'll die down once Kelvin is well enough to set the record straight," I replied, though my mind churned with thoughts of the rivals who sought to sabotage our success. "The rivals have their claws in the media, but I'll silence them," I declared, a steely determination lacing my words.

"You need to, sir," Mark agreed, his voice filled with conviction as he voiced the urgency of the situation.

The following day, as we returned to Italy after completing our assignment, I found myself restless, unable to shake the weight of responsibility that hung heavy on my shoulders. With no time to spare, I boarded a plane bound for Japan, my thoughts consumed by the task ahead—negotiating modifications to the engine for the upcoming season with our supplier.

As the miles stretched out beneath the wings of the aircraft, an ocean of emotions raged within me. Memories of my past threatened to resurface, clawing at the edges of my consciousness, but I pushed them aside with practiced ease. There was no room for sentimentality, not when the stakes were so high.

Yet, amidst the chaos of my thoughts, one name persisted, refusing to be ignored. Isabella. With a resigned sigh, I reached for my phone, fingers hesitating over the keys as I composed a message.

Me: I miss you.

I quickly sent the message on Instagram before I changed my mind.

Now I am waiting for her reply.

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ISABELLA's POV

Mark and I returned to the office to continue to work. As the evening rolled in, I wrapped up work on time and sat down for dinner, my usual routine. But what awaited me online was anything but routine. The buzz about Levi's visit to Kevin during the day had exploded into a frenzy by nightfall.

People were going after Levi hard, calling him heartless, a capitalist, and worse. They accused him of just putting on a show with his visit, and suddenly his whole life story was up for debate. Some said he only got his job at Ferrari because of his family connections, not because of any real talent. To them, Levi was just a pretty face with nothing substantial to offer.

As the relentless barrage of malicious tweets flooded in, it became clear that this was a targeted attack, likely orchestrated by our rivals. It was 7:30 PM in Italy, late enough to disturb Levi in Japan. But duty eclipsed personal hesitation; the team's reputation was at stake.

I thought I should call to confirm with him how to handle this issue. I dialed Levi's number, nerves fluttering as each ring echoed in the quiet room.

“Is evening there Isabella and past your working hours why are you calling me?” His voice was not sleepy at all, steady and clear as if he was in the same time zone as me.

"Sir, I just wanted to ask..." My words trailed off, the gravity of the situation weighing heavy on my tongue. Should we respond to the character attacks by our rivals? It's much worse than what we saw earlier."

Levi's response was swift and decisive, his voice a calming presence amidst the chaos. "Don't reply to anything or make a statement," he instructed his words carrying the weight of authority. “I will handle it my way.”

With a heavy exhale, I acknowledged his directive. "Okay. Sorry to disturb you. Bye," I murmured, waiting for his "goodbye"

"Don't be sorry, it is your job. Have a good night," Levi bid softly, ending the call with a gentle reminder of rest. He is in Japan, which is already in the early morning, and he knows now in Italy it's night.

Levi's thoughtfulness, magnetic voice, and calm bossy tone plus the stress caused an explosion of horniness in me.

I was in a trance for a moment. Soon I found I was wet. His voice must have a magic spell. It's so calm, and dominant. I remembered how hard he was for me the other day, his visible huge thing poking against his trousers. I better calm myself down.

After taking a shower, my hair was half dry. I walked back to the bedroom naked. In a corner of the white wall, there was a full-length mirror. I was used to shaving my triangle area between the legs. Touching it, I Kneeled in front of the mirror. With my sucking toy under me, I squeezed my breasts slightly. The light in the bedroom was bright, and in the mirror, the tiny blood vessels on my breasts were clearly visible.

At first, I like to use it in second gear. Sucking my sex carefully would bring more pleasure. I like to suck it slowly and gradually. I glanced at my blushing cheeks in the mirror, improving the sucking to the third gear, my body could not help but tremble. The wet hair began to gently sweep over my hard erect nipples as my body swayed uncontrollably. I closed my eyes, thinking about Levi at that time.

His strong hands knead my breasts heavily, with his thumb and index finger pressed to pinch my sensitive nipples. I trembled with pleasure even more, and he would cup my head, easily control me completely.

I lay on my back, hugging my thighs and with my left hand steadying my body. I had long been wet.

I closed my eyes again, and his slap fell down hitting my flower part, and with just one slap, I would soak all. His left forefinger would touch my clitoris while his right forefinger would go deep inside me. I would feel the convulsions of the orgasm suck violently around his fingers. Oh God, I would ride his hand. I come instantly calling out his name, falling apart.

Suddenly, I received an Instagram message. It's from Levi, but it was immediately deleted. I didn't think much of it because he only sends me work-related messages, so he probably just sent me a message by mistake and deleted it. As I stared at his profile picture, a message from Mr. L appeared.

Mr L: What are you doing?

Me: Masturbating. I promised not to lie. So I told him the truth.

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