Chapter 1

*Lily's pov*

I woke to the sound of my alarm clock going off. Every student's least favorite sound in the morning. The tiny little devil in my head encouraged me to just silence the sound and enjoy the warmth of my fluffy blanket. Listening to the devil I turned my back to the annoying sound source and pulled the giant teddy bear next to me to my chest.

Perhaps I ought to go back in time and murder Horace Mann before he has the opportunity to engage in the torment known as education. I mentally came to a conclusion when the beeping sound continued disturbing my peaceful morning.

If it was some cheap ass alarm clock, I would've stopped it by throwing it across the room, but I can't destroy a custom-made wooden alarm clock worth thousand. Yes, I am rich but not a brat. With the price of the alarm clock in my head, I turned around and glared at the poor thing while I turned it off.

I got out of bed and did the first part of my daily routine, which included making my bed and stretching while saying, “Thank you God for waking me,” and then made my bed. In the process, I complained about the thousands of pillows I've got to put back in the bed every morning after shoving them into the fluffy rag surrounding the bed the night before.

It took me more than four minutes to neatly make the bed, and then I quickly tidied up the textbooks on the study table. I preferred doing insignificant tasks by myself, even though I lived in a mansion with eight or more housekeepers.

Just as I put the thick chemistry textbook, I won’t be using it for any of today’s class on the shelf mounted to a wall my phone pinged on the bedside table, asking for my attention. I glanced at the woken-up screen and saw a text from Emma, my best and only friend.

𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 :

Wakey, Wakey, My Boo! Mama Bear got flu; cub I can’t risk spreading the infection by attending classes. Have fun, and if someone bullies you mark their face because, once I recover,  I'll make sure they never tamper with my cub.

I responded to Emma’s good morning and wished her speedy recovery, even though I knew she was lying. She has been using the same excuse for half a semester to skip classes. Even though her attendance sucked, her grades don't. My girl passed every test with distinctions, so lecturers didn’t care much about her attendance. On the other side, I can't skip school; I need every lesson. I am not smart.

I let a groan and threw the phone in my hands in the centre of the bed and began to imagine how terrible my day would be without my "mama bear." Since everyone was aware of my background as the daughter of a driver and maid who was fortunate enough to be adopted by the multimillionaire, attractive Italian bachelor Alessandro DeLuca, I was verbally harassed.

Some people felt that because I was a fake rich kid, I didn't deserve to go to a college where the wealthiest kids go. Thanks to my beautiful Asian-American friend, she’s my real mama bear. When she’s around, people swallow their hurtful words and only exclude me with their stares.

After giving myself a pep talk, I carried on with my routine which included taking a shower, and then closing the patio glass door I always leave open before I go to sleep if it isn’t a rainy night. Peaks of staying at a ridiculous luxury mansion guarded by big men in fancy black suits I don’t have to worry about any intruder.

After sliding the door closed, I dropped the towel, exposing my naked body to the air. My room was made of class walls, but the glass was designed in a way that only allowed people inside the room to see what's happening outside, and the person outside will only see their reflection, not what's happening inside. So, I didn’t have to worry about preying eyes as I moved across the room to my closet.

I slide the glass door of the closest open, lights immediately came on upon sensing my presence. The white wooden floor reflected the lights really well, making the room brighter and inviting. My bedroom was huge, but it had nothing on my luxury closet. Emma’s favourite room whenever she came over. We raid each other’s closets without taking advantage.

The closet was divided into sections: section for shorts and jeans, sections for tennis skirts, including miniskirts, section for tops, section for dresses, section for shoes, and my favorite section, the bags section. My crazy bags collection I’m sure if one day I decided to sell every bag I owned, I could make more than $2 million.

A closet island was suited in the middle of the closet; its surface was glass that showed my expensive jewelry collection, and the rest of the island had drawers that kept panties, pyjamas, socks, hats, gloves, bets, etc. Above the island, a chandelier that looked like it was created from Elsa's powers hung from the white ceiling. In the corner of the closet, where I embrace my beauty, there was a luxurious cosmetics-filled dressing mirror next to it there was full-body wall-mounted mirror.

I got dressed after putting the lavender lotion on my body. I knew it was going to be hot today, so I dressed accordingly. My attire was a black miniskirt with slits on both thighs and a white crop top with tiny straps. My socks covered feet took me to my dressing mirror where I sat on the chair and brushed my platinum curly hair that complemented my caramel skin.

I thought for two minutes before deciding whether to wear makeup or stick with my cute face well I know its cute because I trust my bestie’s judgement. Experience has taught me that having an unpainted face feels more pleasant on hot days so no makeup today. After wearing the special necklace, I applied lip-gloss to make my lips pop and shiny.

‘Thank mom,’ I thanked my mom for the pretty face I was looking at in the mirror. The oval shaped face, a pretty nose and heart shaped lips. When I lost my parents, I was old enough to remember their faces for the rest of my life. My mom was a pretty woman. I fondly smiled when I recall my tiny self-calling her ‘pretty.'

The pretty blue eyes I now like so much I’d my father to thank for. My appearance took my mother’s African American side. The only thing I took from my father’s white side is the eyes. Kids at kindergarten would call me creepy and say my eyes don’t match my skin. Funny part they resembled me to a black cat with blue eyes. Because of that I hated my eyes, but as I grew older, I think they look beautiful.

Before putting on the white air force I put on the diamond ankle chain Alessandro bought me because I was mad at him for working long hours and forgetting about me. Looking the complete look in the full body mirror, I was satisfied.

After getting my school shoulder bag and phone I left my room. 'We need to get an elevator' I thought walking down the endless spiral staircase. On my way to the kitchen, I bumped into few housekeepers and happily greeted them.

Before I could enter the kitchen, I stood by the doorway and enjoyed the view. I don’t know how much longer I could ignore my feelings for Alessandro. Yes, he adopted me, raised me. He’s thirty-five and I’m twenty, but I want him. It wasn’t a stupid crush because a crush can’t last for three years.

This man raised me, but as I grow older, I started to want him in an inappropriate way. I wanted him to take me where no man ever took me. I wanted to be a hot mess under his tall, not too bulky tattooed body. I wanted to run my fingers through his nape length raven locks while his head is buried deep between my thick thighs. I never saw him with a woman before but that doesn’t stop the pain in my heart every time he comes back home smelling a cheap fragrance. That ‘cheap’ part was confirmed by my jealous heart.

This man was sitting on one of the kitchen counter stools with his back facing me and here I was having a hard time trying to stop the throbbing button before my second pair of lips flooded and have to change my drenched panties. I know what’s under that black suit jacket he's wearing, I’ve seen him shirtless numerous times. When I say his bare tattooed back could make any woman cross her legs for some friction, I mean literally.

“Doll, how long are you planning to stand there?” Alessandro’s husky voice asked, without turning around to face me.

I only could imagine how sexy he’d sound if he were to whisper dirty next to my ear while his hot breath hit my skin.

Doll. I loved that nickname. Housekeepers had given me lot of nicknames including sweetheart, flower to any adorable nickname. But the only time a nickname could make me blush is when a hot Italian piece standing at 6 feet 4 with deep brown eyes that one may have a hard time distinguishing the iris from the pupil calls me Doll my body shudder.

I shook my head to get rid of the forbidden thoughts, “Good morning, Sandro?” I greeted walking into the kitchen.

My parents Michael Forest worked as a driver and a bodyguard for Alessandro and my mother Lucy Forest worked as housekeeper. I was the only child in the mansion I remember my mom saying workers weren’t allowed to bring their family, but I was an exception because my parents were trusted workers for Alessandro’s late parents. I was ten years old when the mansion was ambushed many people lost their lives that day including my parents. Alessandro adopted me and even allowed me to call him ‘father.’

Honestly speaking I called him that because I wanted to have a parent in my life. It wasn’t nice to be reminded that I’m an orphan every day at kindergarten. When I turned eighteen, I stopped calling him that.

I couldn’t keep calling Alessandro father. Not when I don’t want him as my father. Beside the age-gap between us wasn’t that huge. So, I started calling him Sandro.

“Good morning, doll” Alessandro greeted me back now, his eyes staring into mine, causing me to mentally question myself if my body still maintained the normal human body temperature or it moved from 37 to 100.

My eyes dropped to the lips before me. I wasn’t going to give in to temptation; no, I’m not Eve, so I forced my eyes to move to the hairless, hollow cheek. I leaned closer to the cheek and pressed my lips against it. Nothing new; this is the morning kiss I always gave Alessandro, but I might be finally losing myself to my feelings because I kissed him very close to his lips. So close that the corner of my lips touched the edge of his lips.

I nervously pulled back my eyes moving up to stare in the brown ones I could already feel on my skin. Knowing Alessandro’s intelligence sometimes I believed he knew how I wanted him but chose to ignore me.

But will he ignore what I just did ?

I silently stood still and waited for his reaction. More minutes passed by. Okay, maybe only thirty seconds passed by. I don’t know, but the eyes-staring competition between us felt forever.

I couldn’t take it anymore, so I awkwardly smiled while unconsciously taking the cup in front of him on the counter and taking a sip from it. I wasn’t a coffee fan, but currently I welcome the bitterness and hope somehow, magically, the coffee will dissipate the heavy air in the kitchen.

“You drink coffee now?”

“I was thirsty” I didn’t lie. Though, I was actually thirsty for something else. Following my response, Alessandro got up from his seat, his massive form looming over my five-feet four height.

After checking the time on his ostentatious-looking wristwatch, he gave an instruction, “Go get your thing we’re heading out.”

"What ?!” I exclaimed “I didn’t have breakfast unlike you Mister who eats nothing but sips horse piss from a cap for breakfast.”

“Fix your fucking mouth when you talk to me. Do you understand ?" Alessandro asked sternly glaring down at me.

I nodded, and walked around the counter while I mumbled, “Piss is better than the profanities I once heard leaving  your mouth.”

Suddenly, I felt a body against my back. It was impossible even for a piece of paper to pass between my back and Alessandro’s front. The freak in me wanted to bend my upper body over the counter and push my ass into the bulge poking me just above my ass. If there wasn’t a significant height difference between us, I bet the monster in his pants would be perfectly aligned with my back door exist.

“Do you understand ?”

I knew if my lips parted to give him the verbal answer, he wanted from the start I’d moan so I nodded. I guess my choice of using non-verbal communication again pissed him off as he whirled my body to face him and pushed me against the counter. I was caught between him and the counter as his hands were resting on it. He’s too close.

His face lowered until it was inches away from mine. “Do you understand?” His voice sounded rougher, and his eyes reflected something. It wasn’t anger for not answering him with my mouth. It was something else I just couldn’t name.

But before I could answer, I heard someone awkwardly clearing their throat, with Alessandro's huge body completely covering mine. I couldn't see the third presence. I tried pushing Alessandro away, but damn this man, he didn't even budge an inch. Either he's very strong or I am weak.

“I understand,” I said, because I knew he wasn't moving if I didn't say that. He gave me a look I can't read before he shook his head like he was having an intrapersonal conflict and took a few steps away from me, leaving an appropriate distance between us. I wanted to pull him back to me because I was already missing his body heat.

“I wasn’t asking you to skip breakfast. Today we’ll have breakfast out.”

While I enjoyed the food the housekeepers cooked, nothing beat a breakfast from a famous, expensive restaurant with a chef. What happened moments ago was all for gotten thanks to the pictures of delicious food I was going to consume popping up in my mind.

“Get your school bag and meet me in the car.” With that left the kitchen.

The housekeeper who interrupted was still standing next to the door upon our eyes meeting she sent me an awkward smile before saying, “good morning.” I greeted her back before leaving the kitchen.

The Heavenly Rosalie Restaurant was owned by a widower. If you guessed that it was named after the late owner’s partner, you’re correct. It was one of the busiest restaurants in New York; it only sold breakfast and desserts, but due to its popularity, it closed at nine p.m. because some people would rather have a delicious breakfast than dinner.

It was packed when we got to the restaurant, as was to be expected. The workers were scrubbing themselves dirty in order to tend to the clients. We were shown to a table by a waiter without having to wait in line, all thanks to the respect that people always show Alessandro. Either Alessandro made the reservation in advance, or someone was ejected to make room for us to seat, as there was no need for a vacant table given the large number of people gathered in front.

I gladly devoured dessert after dessert. I surprised a lot of people by eating practically every cake variety the restaurant had, even for someone as small as myself. Even if I had a prefect body, it didn't mean that I ate leaves, went on pointless diets, or worked out until my buttocks were wet.

After giving myself diabetes Alessandro dropped me off in front of my college’s main entrance. “I won’t be picking you up today” Alessandro abruptly declared.

I knew the delicious breakfast had a catch. The Italian was smart; he made up to me before making me sad.

“Oh,” I didn't even try to mask the disappointment in my voice; that was all I said. Even though he is a busy man running a very successful law company, I wanted all of his attention. Accuse me of being conceited.

“I promise we will watch a movie together when I get home tonight," Alessandro said, leaning over the centre console to cup my cheek. He then kissed my forehead and returned to his seat.

Happy with the promise, “Okay, have a nice day. Bye-bye, I love you.” I said leaning over the console to kiss his cheek.

“I love you more, Doll.”

I send him one last smile before I hopped out of the car. Some people around stopped to look at my direction. Mainly for two reasons one Alessandro’s limited-edition Lamborghini or they wanted to catch a glimpse at the hot papa behind the wheel.

...𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑺𝑲𝑰𝑷

I already did my night routine which consisted of hot, bubbly bath, endless skin product and brushing my teeth. As someone who goes to bed at eight, I was eager to see a movie with Alessandro, so even though I was ready for bed, I made an effort to wait.

He's not coming back home tonight. I declared in my head. Reading the time from my phone it was two minutes before eleven.

I flung the remote control across the room out of frustration after using it to turn off the big screen. Yes, I do toss things in my hands to feel better when I can't control my emotions.

Just like now, I'm mad because Alessandro broke his promise.

“I sacrificed my beauty sleep for nothing,” I got off the bed and went to the bathroom to urinate to avoid having to wake up in the middle of the night. After washing my hands, I dragged myself into bed.

Alessandro's pov (After dropping lily off)

If the housekeeper hadn't come in, I would have given Lily what she wanted from me right there against the counter.

I am aware, of course, that the small doll I raised lusted after me. Although she had a ridiculous crush on me at first, she has been showing a lot more interest in me lately, and I wouldn't be shocked if I learned out, she's been having wet dreams because of me.

The way she gazes at my lips and then the tip of her tongue would peek out to lick her bottom lip or how she would bite the corner of her bottom. Though she's typically clinging, she's been being more tactile lately, whether it's through unexpected hugs, sitting or standing extremely close to me, or playing with my hands. Sometimes her eyes would trail down my body and get stuck at the tent below my buckle.

Although I could easily ignore her seductions, my body is beginning to turn against me, particularly my eyes. It was becoming harder to look into the pretty blue eyes because certain body parts of my doll screamed for my attention.

Was I disgusted in myself? No

I never saw Lily as my daughter; in fact, I was supposed to cut her into pieces, put her in Tupperware storage container, and send her home. But I couldn't kill her. Instead, I warmed up to her gradually. I even allowed her to call me father because, at that moment, when her pathetic tiny self-asked me I couldn't say no.

A  knock on my office door pulled me out of my thoughts, “I come in.” I watched as the door opened and my right-hand man Theo walked in.

Judging from the nervous step Theo took as he walked closer to my desk, I know this fucker came bearing bad news, “Theo, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit ?” I asked, looking him dead in the eye.

“𝑪𝒂𝒑𝒐…”( 𝙱𝚘𝚜𝚜)

“Theo,” I called out in my deadly voice, Theo wasn’t a pussy hence why he’s my right-hand man but seeing how scared he was it meant something is really fucked up. “You’re my right-hand man but here you’re before me acting like a pussy. Cut that bullshit and speak.”

The buff man before me gulped before opening his mouth, “The warehouse in the South was attacked.” Though he didn’t stutter this time, but his voice was unsteady.

I’d two warehouses one in the South and one in the East. The one in the east one served as a backup, and the one in the south was crucial because that’s where I kept my shipments if someone dared to assault it meant bloodily war.

“Everything is gone ?”

“It was an ambush and inside job. We were unable to respond.”

I need a new right-hand man, I thought rising up from my chair, “In other words, millions of dollars' worth of weapons, narcotics, money, and martial arts…” By the time I had listed every item in the warehouse, Theo and I were standing next to each other. “…When everything is added up, I lost over five million dollars.”

My knuckles made contact with Theo's straight nose before I gave him the chance to respond or back away. I would’ve socked this pathetic shit again if he didn’t drop to my floor from my pervious blow.

“I want my shit back Theo. You know what will happen if you fail.” I spat, gazing down at Theo, who was holding his nose shut with his hands to keep the blood from getting on my floor.

Before I lose control and beat the living hell out of him, I kicked the little shit out of my office after giving him one kick to the ribcage. Aware that I would be unable to focus during the upcoming meeting, I summoned my assistant to my workspace.

“Call off the meeting.” I said, putting on the suit jacket that I had taken off earlier. I could tell by looking at the middle-aged woman that she was angry, but she knew better than to say something stupid.

I had a meeting with one of New York's wealthiest CEOs. But fuck it. For now, I need to blow off some steam. I'll use force to obtain the contract later.

After two hours of driving, I pulled up in front of my South warehouse. My men were moving and dispersed all over the place, but as soon as they saw me, they all stopped. As I marched to stand in the centre of the vast, empty room, I yelled, “Get yourselves together, pussies.”

“How many did I lose?” I asked referring to my people, with my gaze shifting across the mature males positioned in front of me, I questioned no one in particular. The dread in those eyes that I met could be seen.

The man I was currently looking dead in the eyes answered,“16.”

“wrong”

“Capo?” the man asked, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

The man began fleeing in the direction of the exist when I drew my pistol out of the back of my pants and said, “Answer is seventeen.” I suppose he figured out where this was going.

I watched him, but I pulled the trigger before he could open the door. "Shit, I'm good," I smirked to myself. I didn't miss when I took aim at the head.

Well, I never missed.

I turned my attention back to my men, “Who?” However, the man I was staring at feigned to be unaware that I was staring at him. “Eighteen” I counted to eighteen and squeezed the trigger with a sly smile in my face.

“Compliment me” I demanded my eyes moving to the man who stood next to the fucker who thought he get away from my wrath by pretending to play fool. Well, he did get away seeing I sent him to hell with a bullet between his eyes.

I listen as the man compliments both my appearance and my skills. He went so far as to say that I look better in Armani suits than any man on the planet.

It's unfortunate that his praises didn't make me grin, “nineteen” I pulled the trigger. My gaze shifted to focus on the man standing behind the one who had just fallen to the ground dead, “Who?”

“Capo, we managed to kill few. Upon examining their bodies, we discovered tattoos on their necks depicting a snake entwined around a rifle.”

“I didn’t say explain. I asked who? I'm supposed to have a name from you. Let’s try again. Who?”

Silent was his answer, “twenty” I pulled the trigger and blew his brain off.

“Who?” I asked again my eyes moving around, but these fuckers avoided my eyes. I scoffed. “Do you all seriously think you can avoid death?” I sarcastically asked. No answer came, “Twenty-one, twenty-two” I pulled the trigger two-time, two man dropped dead.

“Who”

“Cobra gang” an answer came, but not from the men before me. My stare moved to the door direction. I watch Theo walking towards me. He had an odd gait. That blow to the rib cage must have cracked a rib. Good!

Because I was still pissed I left the warehouse without a word and decided to visit people who’re refusing to pay my money back and those I’d to bully in oder to get the things I wanted to own. I finally finished blowing off steam after finding a good fuck at the club around past eleven and returned to the mansion.

Before tending to my wounded knuckles, I had a shower. With only my grey sweatpants on, I made my way from my room to Lily's. Knowing it was too late for her to be awake, I allowed myself in without waking her up with my knock. Her room was cold since this small child never listens when I instruct her to close the patio door before bed.

After sliding the door shut, I took a few steps closer to Lily's bed, and I wish I hadn't, because of the moonlight shining through the glass walls, I could clearly see Lily lying belly-down, the cover kicked to the bottom of the bed, and the shirt she was wearing had ridden up, exposing her ass.

As long as I fucked, I didn't give a damn about a woman's body, but I've always been an ass man. Because of the beautiful ass I was witnessing, warm blood began to pour down my lower abdomen.

Before I could begin imagining how the two fat cheeks would feel if I squeezed them. I rushed out of the room with a throbbing dick. I went to the kitchen to fetch alcohol to help me forget about the hard, big problem in my pants.

I didn't expect anyone to be in the kitchen at this late hour, yet there was a girl in a short nightgown drinking water, why not just fuck someone instead of drinking? I questioned myself mentally.

“S-sir” stuttered the girl after putting the glass in her hands down on the counter.

Her face looked unfamiliar to me, but then again, I don't know every housekeeper in the estate. I gradually step towards the girl, her breath hitched when I breached her personal space, “Are you up for some fucking?”

Her gaze landed on my lips before going down my broad tattooed chest. I'm not sure whether she's thinking about her response or what, but she's fucking me with her eyes solely, which is a waste of my time. I backed away from her and was going to walk away to get the drink I was looking for, but a hand curled around my wrist and lips slammed against mine.

I kissed her more deeply and put my hand around her neck, choking her a little. This raven groaned, so obviously she enjoyed being manhandled. Good, I wasn’t planning to give her slow, passionate fuck.

I withdrew from the kiss and muttered to the girl, "Lead me to your room." She moved her feet without saying anything, and I followed. As soon as I heard the sound of the door closing behind me, I drew the girl to me, whirled her, and pressed her front against the door. I grabbed the girl's raven hair and pulled her head back to expose her neck.

When my lips found her neck, the girl moaned with pleasure. I buried my teeth into the smooth skin, while slipping my hand underneath the little nightgown. Without any delay, I proceeded to push the underwear to the side with my fingertips.

“You're flooding even though I haven't touched you.” I whispered next to the girl’s ear while I easily glide my two fingers between her lips and upward till I stopped just above her clit hood because of the dampness from her entrance. I give the hood a few brief strokes with my finger before pressing the skin upward with my fingertips to make touch with the clit. I played around with the pressure button for a little while before dragging my fingers back to her opening. The female let out more moans as my fingers penetrated her opening. I moved my fingers more quickly and ignored the girl's obnoxious groans as my other hand played with her nipple over her nightgown. As soon as the female cummed, I slipped my sweatpants down, but before I could slam my dick into the wet hole, a word came to mind.

Condom.

“Do you have any condoms with you ?” If she said yes, I would’ve asked, who gave her to fuck in my mansion.

“No but I am clean.”

One thing I learned from the past experiences with hoes never fuck them raw to avoid drama, “Doesn’t matter” I mumbled, pulled my pants up and left the room.

I wasn't in the mood to drink anymore, so fucking my hand was the only way to quiet the beast in my pants. Just as I was ready to attain my climax, an image of Lily's ass flashed across my head, prompting me to stop stroking my dick.