The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

The Most Beautiful Scenery is You Part 2

She was the most beautiful scenery in his life. Her light-brown curls, damp from the rain, shone like liquid gold under the light of the room. Her cupid’s bow lips, pink and swollen from their kiss in the rain. And right now, she was totally naked and on top of him, riding him like a fucking cowgirl.

How the fuck she’d learned that move, he hadn’t a clue, but he was taking it in full stride. She was hot and heavy, and he was already sweating again, droplets dripping down his forehead. He watched as she lifted an inch off him, then slammed herself down, right on his erected cock. He roared, feeling the tightening of her pussy wrapped around him.

God, she was perfect. She was custom-made for him. She completed him. She was the only one for him.

After their sex, she’d fallen asleep. It must have been a tiring day for her. He’d kissed her damp forehead and covered her with a blanket. He watched her sleep. She really was the most beautiful scenery in his life. She was the candle that lit up his dark world.

Fourteen years ago, her bright smile lit him up and he saw a glimmer of hope, and now fourteen years later, she was now his permanent light stick. She would always be his light that would guide him through the future. She was his future.

He’d always thought that having her as a lover was enough, but now he knew he needed her as more than a lover. He wanted her as a permanent fixture in his life. And for a woman like Jay, she didn’t deserve to be called a lover for life. She needed a name, a recognition of status to stand beside him. And he’d been thinking about it for a bit now. He wanted to give her something as a form of commitment.

That necklace was not enough. That necklace was their friendship gift from the past. Now, in this present time, when she was the most important person to him, she needed another gift, something that would bind her to him forever.

He went out and came back a little over thirty minutes later. It was a short trip, but he’d hoped she was still asleep when he got back. And she was, still snoozing away. He was glad as he’d hoped to surprise her when she woke up. He took his gift out of the small box and slid it onto her left ring finger. It fit perfectly.

“Jay.” Giovanni’s deep voice roused me from sleep.

“Gio.” I fluttered my eyes open and found my handsome man just sitting right there staring at me.

Two can play this game.

I repositioned myself to get more comfortable and then stared right back at him.

“Am I beautiful?” I asked when he wouldn’t break eye contact.

“Totally. Totally beautiful. I can’t stop staring at you, Jay.” He just had a smug look on his face.

“Then maybe you should take a picture. It lasts longer,” I suggested.

He smiled, that kind, genuine one that always made my whole heart swell up with love. “Already did.”

“Ummm.” I sat up, and the bedsheets pooled around my waist, revealing my naked breasts to him.

Giovanni’s eyes started glazing again. “You look so fucking hot like that. Like a fucking goddess.”

“Thank you.” And I opened my arms wide to invite him in for a hug. I wanted his hug.

He complied, leaning in, and before he realized it, I’d tossed him on the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling him on his abs and pressing him down with the flats of my hands.

“Where did you fucking learn these moves, Jay?” He seemed surprised by my move.

“You. You were always tossing me around, so I thought I’d try it myself, this tossing method. See, the key is to do it when the other recipient is not-”

I blinked. I saw my ring finger. My left ring finger to be exact.

I did not remember wearing an emerald stone ring the size of a golf ball before this. Unless…Unless…

“Gio…” My voice quivered. I wasn’t sure what this was. And I was a bit scared to find out. But I needed to know.

Giovanni took my hand and brought it to his lips. He kissed my knuckles and said, “You are my best friend. You are my lover. You are my soulmate. You are my everything. But most importantly, I want you to know that I want to cherish you. I want to give you a permanent status.”

“Are you proposing to me?”

“Ahhh, fuck!” He pushed himself up to a sitting position, and now I was sitting on his lap. “I fucking suck at wooing a woman.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Gio, you don’t need to woo me. I’m already yours from the beginning.”

“Still. You are precious to me. And I want to give precious things to my precious one.”

“Your kiss is precious. I want that too, please,” I said.

And he was only too willing to oblige. “That is totally fucking okay. I can give that any time of the day.”

He kept his promise, doing so right then and there. He kissed me, giving me pecks everywhere, and I felt my sides go all warm and gooey with so much love.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

Holding me loosely in his arms, he watched me as I admired my ring.

“Do you like it?” he asked with a lightness to his voice, as if he was asking for confirmation whether the gift he’d given me was worth it.

“Totally beautiful.” And he looked smug, pleased with my answer.

But I couldn’t help wondering how much it had cost. The emerald stone was massive.

“Gio, how much is the ring?” I spilled out.

“Why do you wanna know?”

I shrugged my shoulders. “Just curious.”

“About five,” he said.

“Five? Like five thousand?” I asked.

Giovanni shook his head. “Five hundred.”

Five hundred? Did he just admit to buying me a budget five-hundred-dollar ring? I thought engagement rings were in the thousands. Oh, well, it’s the thought that counts, anyway. But the stone was massive. And it glinted in the light. I wondered if it was fake.

“Gio, are you sure this is not fake? I mean the stone is massive and it shines.”

Giovanni had his mouth flapped open like he couldn’t believe the words that had come out of me.

“You think the ring is fake? You think I bought you a fake ring? Jay, my love for you is real. I’m not that cheap. But since you think it’s fake anyway, give it back. You don’t need to have it.” He went to wrestle me for the ring.

“No. I’m keeping it.” I shoved him off. “You gave it to me already so it’s mine now. And I didn’t mean it that way. I just don’t want you to get cheated, that’s all. I mean, how can you get a five-hundred-dollar ring with a stone that big, anyway. It looks so real.”

Giovanni roughly combed fingers through hair. “Because it is fucking real. And it’s not five hundred dollars. It’s five hundred grand.”

Now it was my turn to have my mouth flapping open.

I quickly tried to pull the ring off my finger when he caught my wrist. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Gio, I’m a walking cash register. I have five hundred thousand dollars on me. People can just rob me off the street. Take it back. It’s far too dangerous. I can’t wear it to school.”

“I’m not taking it back. I gave it to you already. Wear it however you want.”

“Then…then…” I mulled over that for a bit. A light popped on in my head and I smirked. “I know what to do. Thank you very much, Gio. I love it, and I will wear it every day. Close to my heart.”

“That’s a good girl.” And we started kissing again, until we were both pining for something more.

“Wanna do it again?” he whispered, and how did he know I was having the same thought? I replied back with a yes, please. And Giovanni stripped down for the second time. We enjoyed ourselves until we were both sated and my body turned to jelly.

I was sprawled out on his chest this time, just casually listening to his heartbeat, when I heard him speak. “Wanna know a secret?”

I lifted up my head from my comfortable position and gazed at him with a lazy smile on my face. “I do. And you are an open book, and I now have all access to your pages. Do tell.”

“A girl proposed to me once. When I was younger.”

“Really? Did you turn her down? I mean, you had to right, cause otherwise you wouldn’t have proposed to me.”

“Well, I didn’t really turn her down. She’s just way too young for me back then.”

“How young was this girl, anyway? I thought I was young enough for you, already. We almost have a ten-year age gap, you know. But I guess you are a hot commodity. Everyone wants you. I’m just lucky enough to have captured you first, is all.”

“She was around five, I think.”

“Five?” I was shaking my head in disbelief. “Wow, kids these days. I just can’t believe it. What was she, infatuated with you or something?”

“You could say that. It happened fourteen years ago. Her name was Jennifer. And she proposed to me right under the beech tree.”

My eyes grew wide as I understood his meaning.

Oh, crap! That was me. I was that kid who had proposed to him.