Cheesy Love: Curvy & Decadent, #2

By Dee James

Kiara
Fresh out of college, I was thrilled to receive an offer from my dream company. That was until the day I met my hot-as-hell Italian boss who turned my life upside down with his arrogant smirk and his addictive kisses. If only he didn't make my blood boil with his attitude! Oh, and did I also mention that my very-much single dad fell for a mysterious woman all of a sudden? A woman who I didn't get along with? Between Alessandro's kisses and my dad's love life, I was hoping to find my happily ever after with both men intact in my life.

Alessandro
Barely out of a heartbreak, I wasn't ready for relationships or women; especially not at my workplace. After being brutally cheated by my ex-girlfriend, I wasn't ready to open up again. Unfortunately, my heart and body didn't get the memo. One look at the curvy, innocent, and opinionated Kiara, and I knew I wanted her. She set my body on fire with her sassy mouth and her curvy body. If only I could trust her and deal with her overprotective father, who threatened to polish his gun every time he saw me, life would be better. Or would it?

 

 

Curvy & Decadent is a series of standalone, steamy contemporary romance where decadent billionaires fall for their generous, curvy women. If you love growly billionaires, sassy heroines, swoony romance, and a guaranteed happily-ever-after, you're in the right place.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dee James
• Release date: Sep 21, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215642528

Dee James

Dee James is a contemporary romance author whose books have consistently featured in the Bestseller Lists on Amazon India. Dee writes quirky, innocent, and curvy heroines who find their happily ever after with sinful-looking, growly billionaires.  Sweet and steamy, her romance novellas are peppered with passionate, swoon-worthy moments along with a guaranteed fairy tale ending. If you're looking for a low-angst, feel-good romantic read with a guaranteed HEA, you're in the right place! Newsletter: https://authordeejames.substack.com/subscribe Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authordeejames/ Facebook Readers' Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/authordeejames

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Cheesy Love

Curvy & Decadent, Volume 2

Dee James

Published by Dee James, 2022.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

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#1 | Alessandro | TeknoFoods Inc. Milan, Italy

Kiara | Bangalore, India

#2 | Alessandro | Hyderabad, India | Ten Days Later

Kiara

Alessandro

#3 | Kiara | One Week Later

#4 | Alessandro

Kiara

#5 | Alessandro

Kiara | Two Weeks Later

#6 | Alessandro

Kiara

#7 | Kiara

Alessandro

Kiara

#8 | Kiara

Alessandro

#9 | Kiara | One Week Later

Alessandro

#10 | Kiara

Alessandro

#11 | Kiara

Alessandro

#12 | Kiara

Alessandro

# 13 | Kiara

Alessandro

#14 | Kiara

Alessandro

#15 | Kiara

Epilogue | Alessandro | Six Months Later

Want to read Pari and Zain’s Age Gap, Instalove Romance? Check out FIERY LOVE. | Other Books In This Series | SPICY LOVE | CRAZY LOVE

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#1

Alessandro

TeknoFoods Inc. Milan, Italy

W hat the hell is this , Sandros? Roberto Davolli, the CEO of TeknoFoods Inc, my cousin, and my best friend, roared, tossing over the stack of photographs towards me. "You need to learn to keep it in your pants at the workplace, stronzo ."

I walked away from the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of TeknoFoods, one of the leading producers of cheese and gelato in Europe, and looked at the photographs scattered on Roberto's table. I grimaced. They didn’t look good. Not at all!

Biting back a curse, I picked up one particular picture, a closeup of me kissing Sasha passionately in the women’s room. I sighed. With the upcoming plans for rapid expansion throughout Asia and America, this kind of scandal was the last thing the company needed.

"Disgraziato! You know I am not into exhibitionism. This is the work of some sick bastard who wants to blackmail me. Us!" I shrugged, not knowing what else this could potentially mean.

That sick bastard happens to be the toad you’re kissing, you trusting asshole. You know that the timing of this is absolute shit, Roberto retorted, his Italian accent more pronounced than ever. The board is looking for married and settled members, certainly not men who are into sex scandals. And I’m the chosen one who must sit in front of the same board to vouch for you. Fuck me! He ran a hand through his thick hair distractedly.

I knew what my cousin was saying. Italians were notoriously conservative in certain aspects, and family was one of those aspects. So, what do you want me to do? Last I heard, it isn’t a crime to have a relationship.

Yes, but if the woman who you were ‘dating’ wants to get into the confidential company information through your pants, we have a problem. Your Sasha is the long-term mistress of Ricardo. Roberto informed me mockingly. Before I could intercept, he cut in. There’s more. I had to avert a tabloid situation with my influence. Roberto answered with clenched teeth.

Sasha was Ricardo’s mistress? Ricardo Mendoza was our business rival and a poor excuse for a human being. I barely reigned in my anger, trying not to punch my fist through the wall. I thought Sasha wanted me for me. That fucking bitch! I even thought we had something special.

As I tried to wrap my mind around the betrayal, I thought back to the eighth year of my life. As an eight-year-old, I’d just learned a big lesson in life — girls were merciless heartbreakers. Angelica, my classmate and crush of two weeks, had announced in front of the entire class she liked Gabriel.

Unable to bear the heartbreak, I’d rushed back home to the arms of my aunt Francesca Davolli, who’d hugged me, her only nephew, to her bosom. She was the one who’d brought me up after my parents died in a car accident, a month short of my second birthday. Since then, it had always been my aunt who’d been my mother and my father. To this day, she’s my everything, possibly the only woman I’ve ever truly loved.

As the years passed, I’d been in a few relationships. Contrary to how Sasha wanted to portray me, I wasn’t a manwhore. I had standards, and people who slept around with no care left a bitter taste in my mouth. For reasons unknown to me, women had no problem believing I had a revolving bedroom door. Newsflash, I didn’t!

I came back to the present when Roberto sighed resignedly. "You’re too trusting for your own good, fratello. Alright, for now, you might have to make yourself scarce here. You know, with the opening in India, I need one of my trusted men there. This could probably benefit you. Meanwhile, I’ll do my best with the board here. I can’t promise anything right now, but let’s give this a shot."

I thought about the board filled with men for whom familia meant everything. In fact, this business belonged to my familia, and I wanted to get in. For my padre. My father. I know that’s what he’d want, wherever he was.

Seeing I had no choice, I nodded grimly and walked out of my cousin’s office. Damn, all this because of a woman. Yet again! When will I ever learn? I wanted to bang my head against the wall. Instead, I vowed to steer clear of relationships and women and focus on getting on the board. I’d proved my mettle to Roberto time and again; now it was time to step up!

Kiara

Bangalore, India

Y ou mean, join immediately ? My dad asked me for the third time in the last hour. Not that I blamed him. After my mum passed away in my teens, it had always been my dad and me against the world.

My dad was my hero. He’d been in the army before he began his security business with his army buddy, Arjun Warrier. Despite the curveballs life threw at him, his always trying to do the best for me as a single parent made me love him to bits. He was my everything, and nothing or no one mattered more than my dad. Unfortunately, the same thing now threatened to dampen my spirits.

I’d been placed in an Italian-based food company who were the global producers of world-class cheese and gelato. They were setting up their first office in India; in Hyderabad, and I was one of the very few who’d been selected straight out of college. When I’d received the offer letter three days ago, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The interviews had been rigorous and getting in certainly hadn’t been a piece of cake.

Yes, papa. They’ve asked me to join next week. I looked at my dad with apprehension. I know it’s unfair of me to ask you to leave your life and move to Hyderabad... I broke off, knowing my father’s security business was doing well and he was a very busy man; not to mention also an important man who protected important people and their assets.

Darling, you could always choose to work here. Don’t you think you’d get something equally good, if not better, here? I saw a frown mar my dad’s handsome face.

No way, papa. TeknoFoods is one of the best companies out there. From quality to R&D, I’d have a wide range of departments to choose from. But my passion is marketing and research. How can I miss this chance? It would be a crime to let this go, papa. I pouted dramatically, knowing that could get me out of this situation. "The pout was my last weapon. Always!

When I saw the worry etch my dad’s face, I walked toward him. Dad, will you be okay? I rubbed his arm in a comforting gesture.

Yes. He sighed. But I really wish you could stay with me forever. Just saying! He grumbled.

My heart melted at his words. I know. I hugged him and kissed him on his cheek. I’ll be back before you know.

That’s what you say now, my dad replied with a sigh. I don’t know when my little girl grew up. He muttered.

I smiled at my dad, who looked handsome with a hint of silver at his temples. Anyone would think you didn’t want me to work. I smiled. Despite being this rugged army man on the outside, my dad had the adorable tendency to be a baby. He’d loved my mom and then me. We completed him. Or so he often said!

After my mom’s passing, thanks to Uncle Arjun, I got an extended family. Uncle Arjun’s goddaughter Pari was my BFF, and it was only because of her presence that I could wade through life, especially when I’d needed a woman’s perspective. I came back to the present with a start when I heard my dad mumble.

Well, I’ve got a lot of money. You don’t need to work, you know?

"Dad, that’s