The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

New Reality

I gazed at the bed in awe. The two plump pillows caught my eyes next. Giovanni had slept here last night. I could smell his scent. And there was one other female scent lingering among the bedsheets.

Mine. I’d slept here last night, with him.

I pinched my cheeks until I yelped in pain. Gosh. This was my new reality. I wasn’t dreaming, was I?

After signing the new contract, I behaved in a way I thought a lover should. Giovanni was busy having a bath, the very bath I’d run for him. And now, here I was, waiting anxiously for his next move, holding this big fluffy towel, waiting for him to emerge from his bath.

I bit my lip and waited. What’s the next step? I was so nervous I couldn’t think straight. This was even worse than my exams in high school.

“Jay!” A deep baritone came from the direction of the bathroom, and there he was, Giovanni, the very man who made my heart pound, the man who’d totally captivated me at first sight.

“Boss.” I beelined to his side. He was like a blooming flower at that moment, freshly dripping with spring dew. His tanned skin was exposed to my hungry eyes, and I ate his image up, eyes slowly licking every droplet of water from his body.

He really was sculpted to perfection. Tall, lean, but not too bulky, just what I liked in a man. Such a beautiful creature. I found it hard to believe he was even human. But human he was, with his foul mouth and his bad attitude. He was still a heartthrob, to all the female population in this world, me included.

Together, we were the perfect representation of beauty and the beast. He was the beauty, and I was the…

I took a swift glance at myself in the mirror. Dressed in some lame pajamas with my mousy-brown hair and fair skin, I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a beast. More like plain. We were beauty and the plain, but it didn’t matter, because right now, he was all mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.

Snap yourself out of it, Jenny. When had I become this lewd?

He was tall. Not gigantically tall, where I couldn’t reach him. Just a stretch of my toe, and with the helpful bend of his neck, and I could reach his head. Holding the fluffy towel in my hand, I rubbed his hair dry. But I was very uncomfortable standing on tiptoe, so I led him to the bed, making him sit there comfortably, while I stood on the side, doing my magic massage on his scalp.

But Giovanni wasn’t having any of it. He just had to have his own way. He opened his thighs and wedged me in between, tugging me forward until I stood plastered to him.

My face flushed to the color of cherry blossoms when I felt his naked skin against me. We were separated by only a thin cloth. My pajamas. Thankfully, under the low accent light of his bedroom, he couldn’t see the effect he had on me. He faced forward, eyes in line with my breasts, giving me access to his full wet hair.

I was now his lover. We’d slept together a few times. I should get used to this, I kept telling myself, because as his lover, I would be doing more than domesticate things for him, not just drying hair. So, this was easy. I shouldn’t react to every little thing he did.

Except I couldn’t seem to help it. At that moment, Giovanni lifted his head up and smiled at me, a lazy smile, one that shot straight into my heart.

Oh Lord, my legs were turning to jelly. When he smiled like that, he looked like a totally different person, a side I’d hardly seen before.

“You are getting good at this,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “How long have we been lovers?”

“Just over 48 hours ago,” I automatically responded. “I strive to do the best in everything I do.”

“Aren’t you a good girl.” And I reacted again, his fingers crawling on my back, up and up my spine, making my nerves dance in a crazy fashion.

Having zero experience in relationships, I didn’t know how to react to all this, so I just kept wringing his hair, ignoring the hot flush spreading through me. I was here to be his lover, and that’s what lovers should do.

“You know what I’m about to do next, right?”

His question drew me, and we locked eyes. His pupils glistened with something resembling love. Or was it lust? I wasn’t sure. Either way, I was excited and pleased, because he found me desirable.

I smiled, a bit awkwardly. In response, his fingers did all the talking. First one button, then two. Slowly, he unbuttoned my pajamas and exposed my naked breasts to him.

“Are you scared, Jay?” he asked, knowing I didn’t have enough experience in this field.

I didn’t realize I was closing my eyes and holding my breath. Last night I was the enthusiastic participate. Tonight, I couldn’t do anything right.

“Open your eyes, Jay. Look at me.”

I flipped my lids open, and Giovanni was my focal point.

“Are you scared?” he asked again, his hand cradling my cheek.

I nodded and bit my lip. “A little. I don’t really remember what happened last night.”

“Tonight, Jay, I want you to remember everything.”

“You are more subdued than normal, Boss.”

“That’s because I know you’re mine, my Jennifer.”

My heart vibrated when he called me by this name. Somehow, I felt an attachment to it, even though I knew it wasn’t mine. Still, I wanted to borrow her name, so I could spend an eternity with Giovanni.

He kissed me, soft and subtle at first. This was no hard kiss like before. This was slow and melting. His lips lingered there, just hovering above mine.

Seconds later, he moved to my nape. I felt his hot breath on my neck.

“Boss, you okay? You sound like you’ve run a marathon.”

“Jay. Be prepared. I’m going to make love to you slow and long, then hard and fast, and the only sounds coming from your lips will be moans and groans,” he murmured beside my ear.

I drew a sharp breath and swallowed hard as his words took full meaning. His intention was clear. The image he painted was too vivid in my head, and my body throbbed in anticipation.

“Boss…” I managed to rasp out through my lust-fogged mind.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

That one word was the magic code. Giovanni frantically tore off my clothes.

“Boss, you ripped my new pajamas,” I yelped, fully wakening from my trance and completely astonished at his change of behavior. “I thought you said you were going slow.”

“And fast. I said slow and fast,” he corrected me before spurting out another attack on my pajamas buttons, yanking at them so hard, three flew across the room. “Fuck, Jay, why do you even wear clothes to bed? You don’t need them.”

“I’m a civilized human being. I don’t sleep in my birthday suit. Unlike you. As for my pajamas, I want another set.”

“I’ll buy you a hundred, a thousand sets, just so I can rip them off you again,” he boasted, a smug look on his face when his mission of removing my last article of clothing was accomplished. Now I was completely naked.

“You’re wasting money, Boss. I only need one pair,” I retorted in annoyance, sliding to my side to face the wall.

“Jay,” he lazily said, correcting my position and sliding on top of me. He pinned both of my hands beside my head. “Are you mad at me?”

“No. I just feel sorry for my pajamas. I only got to wear it today, and now it’s destroyed.”

Giovanni offered a solution. “How about next time I’ll be more careful.”

I smiled. “Agreed. Now, please kiss me.” I closed my eyes and pursed my lips forward, waiting for his kiss.