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the bully tells my father. “Romeo was my mother's little joke.”
    “Yes. I believe your mother has quite the sense of humor.” Daddy smiles to himself like it's a secret.
    “Romeo actually means 'Man of Rome' but yeah-whatev- my middle name, Rocco, works.”
    “Rocco it is. Suits you. Come into my office, I have very little time.”
    “Daddy can I speak to you for a moment,” I say, pulling myself up tall in front of the two giants of men.
    Just this once, I'm glad my father didn't notice me standing right in front of him. My scarlet blazing cheeks have calmed now I'm sure and the embarrassment of being caught by daddy while my panties continue to dampen has also receded. The fury at the idiot standing in my hall like he owns it and speaking to my father like they're old best boys almost fires me up again though.
    Who does he think he is coming in here and virtually attacking me? Restraining me for any of the passing help to witness then being all chummy with dad who seems to be more interested in talking to him behind closed doors than his only daughter.
    “Lisa darling, can it wait? I have to get back to the conference. There's a situation.”
    He's already turned away before I even have the chance to tell him it can't wait and there's always a situation but now we have one here. I have to warn him about the biker who was snooping around in his office.
    “We can talk when I get back. In fact, make it a date because I have something to discuss with you.”
    “Dinner at eight?”
    “No baby, I'm flying out tonight. Just for a couple of days.”
    “Where are you going Daddy? Can I come?”
    “Not this time, baby girl. Like I said it's only for a couple days and I'll have a big surprise for you when I get back.”
    He closes the door on his office but not before I notice the big guy smirking at me like we share a secret. The loathing rises deep in my core again. I hate that big bastard so much if I ever see him again I'll- Argh I don't even know what I could do to him that would hurt. I still feel his arms enveloping me in a force of iron. He's like a solid rock of immovable force. Yeah his name suits him.
    I don’t want any more surprises from my father. Every time he jets off on one of these two or three day tours of the Middle East or Africa he brings me back some very expensive bauble from the hotel gift shop. I have a box filled with stunning jewelry but I have no parents who have any interest in me.
     

Chapter THREE
     
    I pass the weekend home alone, reading. Only going out of the compound to shoot photographs around the city, always with Sandro my minder, just three steps behind. I'm still livid with that big brute who pushed me up against the wall, forcing his thigh between my legs.
    I can't get it out of my mind and spend an entire afternoon lying on my bed trying to picture him lying on top of me. Squashing me beneath his massive bulk. Great pangs of lust fire between my legs as I close my eyes and really feel his wide thigh muscle flexing against my pussy.
    My fingertips trail up the side of my legs into the inner curve and all the way up to the aching crevasse. I cover the burning mound of my pussy and rub with increasing ferocity as I imagine the Rock would do, while his hot breath scalded into my neck. I tear back the side of my underwear and bury into my wet folds, swiping up and down the length of my slit.
    A deep moan escapes my mouth, hanging open in my thrown back head as I rub circles around my open entrance. It takes moments before the waves and waves of pleasure thrash through my body to the edges of my skin. I have never managed to bring about such a tumultuous release before. Thanks to the powerful emotions I have stored up from that encounter in the hall.
     
    “You're married?” My utter disbelief could not have been more jaw-dropping had he told me he was flying to Mars and been birthed by aliens. “But you're -”
    I come very close to saying 'You're already married' but that