5. The Alpha hates me!—2

Mia:

The sight of the messy packhouse greeted me as soon as I stepped into it. Plastic cups, empty bottles, and glasses littered the floor coupled with the sofas and chairs that had been rearranged in different positions to fit the guests the previous night.

Seeing the work I had to do, I sighed. I'd woken up early just to clean up and still prepare breakfast early. Hence, I was groggy from the lack of sleep the previous night as a result of Images of a naked Giovanni flashing through my mind's eye throughout most of the night.

Moving away from the door I'd been resting on, I got to work, picking the plastic cups and glasses from the floor. Thereafter, taking out the bottles to the recycle bin.

About an hour later, I was done cleaning the packhouse. I was heading to the kitchen when Luna Emilia who had been climbing down the stairs from her room called me.

"Good morning Mia" she greeted me with a soft smile.

"Morning Luna" I returned her smile. "How was your night?"

"Oh, it was wonderful. Yours?"

"It was okay," I responded while my brain flashed to the memories of my sleepless night. 

"It seems you've cleaned the packhouse…" she said as she got to the foot of the stairs.

"Yes. I want to start preparing breakfast now."

"Ohh dear, don't worry about that. I'll do it"

"No, you don't have…" I tried objecting but she interrupted me.

"Come on Mia, I insist and I want you to do something else which will increase your workload. We don't want you tired now, do we?" Her smile broadened.

"Err…"

"I just want you to clean Giovanni's room"

Hearing her request, my heartbeat sped up. It was still early and I knew without a doubt that Giovanni was still in his room. After the experience of the previous night, I wasn't looking forward to seeing him and also not so early in the morning.

"Don't worry Mia, he doesn't bite'' she assured me. My face must have given away my anxiety. "He was tired from his journey yesterday and must-have been cranky but he'll be nice to you today. Trust me, I know my son" she tapped my shoulder.

I hope you're right. I mentally responded.

"Come on Mia…" giving me a dazzling smile, she went into the kitchen leaving me there to plan my entrance into Giovanni's room.

After getting the cleaning supplies I needed, I climbed the stairs into the hallway and went straight to his room. 

I stood by the door for what felt like an hour but could have only been a couple of minutes. Finally summoning courage, I tapped gently on the door at first but got no reply. Again, I tried for the second and the third time yet no one answered.

Deciding he might not be in the room, I grabbed the handle and pushed it open to see the room was empty. I released a breath, my thudding heart calming down. But my relief was short-lived when I remembered he might be in the bathroom. Again, my heart began racing, expecting him to come out any time soon.

To be sure of my assumption, I walked towards the bathroom door and listened carefully for the sound of running water or any sound that would prove he was there but to my Immense relief, there was nothing of such.

Sighing in relief, I dragged in a long breath, filling my nostrils with the minty scent of his cologne that surrounded the room.

Dropping the cleaning supplies to the ground, I moved towards the paintings on the wall, admiring their beauty. Most times, I touched the ones I loved.

I was standing by a particular abstract painting that had many intricate designs when I heard the door open with a loud bang.

On hearing the sound, my heart fell. I jumped around from fright, ready to start explaining myself when my eyes landed on a naked Giovanni. 

A gasp fled my lips. Quickly, I closed my eyes to avoid seeing more. But that didn't help matters.

The sight of his taunt and well-toned muscles and abs hovered around my mind's eye.

I was contemplating turning away from him with my eyes closed when I felt strong arms snake around my waist and pulled me flush against a hard chest.

My body made contact with his naked one, fitting against him. Again, I felt a hard length pressed against my stomach. A gasp fled my lips.

"Open your eyes, Mia" he rasped in his heavy Italian accent.

"Pl-please, put on some clothes," I pleaded in a small voice.

"You know I hate repeating myself" he whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

Gulping, I slowly opened my eyes to look at his chest, refusing to see his eyes but he wouldn't have any of that. He tipped my chin till his eyes met mine, pinning me with them.

"You like the paintings?" He asked, his soulless eyes piercing into mine.

"Mmmhmmm'' I responded, my voice a mere whimper. My heart was beating so hard against my chest that I was afraid it would fall off any time soon.

"Words, Mia" he ordered in a stern voice.

I swallowed back the anxiety that was threatening to choke me and replied In the best voice I could muster.

"Y-yes."

"Hmmm, I see you're supposed to be cleaning. Aren't you?"

He pressed himself more into me, causing me to whimper involuntarily.

"Pl-please put a little distance between us," I muttered to his hearing but he only kept on staring into my eyes.

I attempted bowing my head but his hand on my chin won't let me.

"Does my nearness affect you, Mia?"

His question was one that I couldn't answer. I kept quiet, not knowing what to say.

"I'll have to punish you for not answering".

Slowly, his hands on my waist glided to my hips, making me pant.

It was at the tip of my tongue to answer his question and prevent getting punished but at the same time, I wanted to know the punishment he had in mind.

While still staring into my eyes, he grabbed my hips tightly, pressing me against him till I could feel all the plains of his hard body. My already thudding heartbeat increased erratically.

He leaned dangerously close to me, his lips almost touching mine then he said, 

"Get out Mia"

With that, he pulled completely away from me and left for the bathroom.

Not wanting to be around him anymore than I have, I picked up the cleaning supplies and dashed out of his room, hoping he'd fall in the bathroom and hit his head on the bathtub.