Chapter 7

Emerald’s POV

Hmm, um hmm hmm Emerald hummed a song that’s been stuck in her head for far too long. “Thought he said there was a fridge stocked up with food or was he just pulling my legs, that’s so mean, I’m hungry” rubbing my stomach at the rumbling sound it made.

Observing a silver-colored door, having the prospect of being able to find the fridge inside, reaching towards it, I opened it up, and clasped my hands on my mouth “It’s a whole damn cold storage” I muttered aloud; and Alessandro called it a fridge, that’s so disappointing.

I found something to make for lunch and probably dinner for me and Alessandro.

Munching on some candy bars and gummy bears I found while rewatching the 1st season of the story of Queen Charlotte on Alessandro’s Netflix account. It's really fun tapping from someone but I never had that fun experience except now it feels so wrong yet so right. At that moment my phone vibrates loudly interrupting my heartily thoughts.

Picking up at the second ring because the number was unfamiliar, I did not attempt to say anything until the caller exhaled with his words “Come to Moret Enterprises now!”, I froze as I recognized the voice, it was Alessandro; “uhm yes I think I can make it there” I replied thoughtlessly, “it wasn’t a request! Take any of the cars you want and dress formally”. The line went dead after his clear sentence. What was going on? I thought to myself.

Gently I ran the comb over my lignite hair, it wasn’t very long or short either but I was happy enough that it was growing. Combing it felt tiring because of the texture, which I got from the maternal side, other than that I loved my hair.

They all had thick full wavy hair including my mother and that led me to acquire it too; Sophie’s hair was light brown and thin but it was very beautiful, it was obvious she got hers from Dad.

Something formal!!, where do I even begin?

I frantically ran to the closet, yes he had a walk closet. I wasn’t surprised about it, my clothes barely took half the space.

I throw various outfits from the closet. Why do I have such trashy clothes? I remember that I didn’t pack my luggage myself so that explains everything. I need formal clothes. After rummaging through several of my outfits in the walk-in closet, I finally found a black gown apart from the near-end split, it was the best suited for any official event or meeting, I picked up a white pair of heels and ran out to the garage, there were cars of different colors, sizes, and prices I know of, from the look of it, if I counted correctly he had up to thirteen cars. My eyes caught the Lamborghini and I almost cried out of excitement.

I drove out of the manor in a white Range Rover, it moved so fast my heart started to race; the security guards at the exit were staring at me with an amused look, of course, I was in a hurry, Alessandro called me an hour ago.

I didn’t take the Lamborghini because I felt it was too much, I didn’t want to make Alessandro mad, what if it was his favorite?

To this day I am glad I learned to drive while in college, it was one thing I was thankful to Andrew my ex-boyfriend, he pushed me to overcome my fear and now I was driving effortlessly.

Making my way toward Moret Enterprises, I looked at the company it was huge, I packed the car at a car space I found, “Good Day ma’am could you park somewhere as the space has been occupied, directing his hand toward the sign on the side of the space, which was invisible, I raised my head to a young fellow who looked to be in his late 40s.

About to get into the car to find a new parking spot without complaining, a tall brunette woman ran down to us, “Good Afternoon Mrs Moretti, how is your day going? we sincerely apologize for the inconvenience, please come in; I internally rolled my eyes at the name she called me, I was married to him, I know that but it shouldn’t be very obvious, I was married to AlessandroMoretti, the Self-made Billionaire and heir to Moret enterprises, don’t pee in my ears and tell me it’s hot rain, it was supposed to be freaking obvious.

I hate my life, I hate that I enjoy the comfort that comes with being married into wealth, I shouldn’t like it but it thrills me, maybe it was because it was always a wish of mine deep down my heart.

Walking away, the security guard who stopped me shamelessly lowered his head and asked for my forgiveness, saying it was the only job he had and the space was reserved for me but he didn’t know my face.

I didn’t take what he did to heart, of course, he was simply doing his job.

“Oh no you don’t have to apologize, it’s okay,” I said with a smile, ignoring his incompetence because he could have asked me for my name before anything.

The lady waiting to lead me out had a softened facial expression after I had said that to the man.

Entering the tall building, we got into what seemed like a private elevator, for one the color was gold plated and I saw some of the staff use other elevators but didn’t come close to this particular one. “My name is Emily Benson, I’m Mr. Moretti’s secretary, he is currently in a meeting and expecting you”, she said to me eloquently.

“Alright,” I chipped.

The elevator automatically stopped and the doors slid open to reveal us to a private room with glass doors, I couldn’t see the inside but I was sure the people in there noticed our entrance because exactly then the door opened and Alessandro walked out majestically, his handsomeness and dominating aura made me faint headed, he was smoking hot.

Those hazel eyes, I can’t seem to get over them, anyone could get lost in those, moving my gaze down to his nose, pointed and perfect, his lips are so pink, why haven’t I noticed all of his perfect features; No Emerald stop. Dirty thoughts shut.

Counting his steps he gently thugs his tie to loosen up, as he buttons the slipping button of his suit jacket.

Woah! Everything here is so cool

He brought his hand down to my waist and I melted inside, who knew a person's touch could affect someone so badly, “I’ll take it from here” he said to Emily standing behind me; “Okay sir” she replied pleasantly.

“You look lovely, next time come when I tell you to, and be gentle with the eye fucking” Alessandro whispered to my ear, I blushed embarrassingly. leading me into the room with the glass door, he gently pecked my lips as soon as we got inside; that was unexpected and nice.

I am such a pervert.

“Thank you all for being here, I would like to introduce everyone formally to my wife, Mrs. Emerald Moretti”. The room echoed with soft claps, the boardroom was wide and well-ventilated, and everything looked formal and organized, the members of the board were both men and women, and they were dressed so sophisticated, as each of them shook my hands welcomely, I shyly reciprocated with a smile on my face.

After the cordial exchange, they all sat down to sign some documents. They all began to leave one after the other.

I stayed on my sit quietly to not get any attention from anyone but unfortunately, people don’t read minds, “your wife is a beaut, Mr Moret, wish I could get something like that for my pleasure, you get what I mean” I heard a masculine voice say to Alessandro while inappropriately ogling at me.

I feel uncomfortable

“Could you repeat that sentence, if you dare,” Alessandro said defensively, glaring at the man while clenching his fist.

“I was only joking, man” I heard the man say as he hurriedly walked out of the room.

Feeling pissed off about what happened but I couldn’t stop thinking of how Alessandro came to my rescue, defending me sensibly.

Never knew he had such good in him.

The room was so quiet, that a pin drop could be heard if it fell.

“Thank you” I muttered to him.

It was like talking to a wall, he ignored me and stormed out of the room,pausing his steps as he reached the door. “Are you planning on standing there forever”? he asked, lifting his eyebrows to an expression of his mockery.

I smiled as my soul leaped for joy, seeing he was in a good mood now, I blushed slightly as I grabbed my bag and ran to him.

Reaching to a larger room, which seemed like his personal office, everything screamed expensive. He called his secretary asking for a card. When Emily walked in she gave him a flat slim card. It looked like a business card for prominent people but what was he doing with it?

As soon, he grabbed my hand and placed the card in it, it had my initials on the front “This is a black card, you can use it as you deem fit, you won’t need a pin for it”

I was ashamed to ask but I summoned the courage to ask him what the black card would do for me.

“It’s an unlimited card for shopping or paying for any bills,” he replied.

“But I don’t need it, I have my own money”

“You are now a Moretti, you are to act and speak like one” Alessandro’s voice lashed out at me.