Sleep was not as easy coming as before, who swims naked in the middle of the night. The warmth of the night air already got overpowered by a strange breeze. I spent most of the hours in the night watching my boss swim naked, now, that image seems to hunt me anytime I close my eyes. I folded myself under the duvet, clutching the edges tightly.
What have I gotten myself into
Several attempts to drift into dream land were all futile, I decided to go downstairs to get a cup of water or probably milk. I picked up my purple robe and wore it over my flimsy night wear. I slipped my feets into my flip flops and walked out of my room slowly and cautiously, I paused a bit outside my door trying to make the decision of either proceeding downstairs or going over to little Colleen's room to make sure she was okay.
I stepped into Colleen's room, turned on the light to find her awake. She was sucking on her thumb quietly, this baby was just the most peaceful baby I've ever met. I wonder what Luca might be doing right now, cause he hardly sleeps at night. Luca Stefano Romano was my little Nephew, born by one of the ladies my step brother kept in his Harem. My step brother Lorenzo Stefano Romano who was just like his father, my father. The one who they call wrecker in the mafia world, Mateo Enzo Romano an Italian Lord, feared by all, with maximum enemies which increased day by day.
I am a full blooded Romano, my mum was formerly a slave before her status quo changed to that of a Concubine, from there I was conceived. I grew up with guns and knives, I was well trained enough to defend myself. I detested guns, but I was very good with knifes. Hopefully my family would never find me here, I did a great job in convincing Alberto a capo, to help me escape, with the change of name and all, I'm free from the life I never bargained for. Even though I have a feeling it would not last, nothing last long, but this little freedom I have is to be thankful for.
"Having troubles with sleep? " a familiar voice broke into my thoughts.
I turned around and came face to face with Mr Peterson. His upper body was bare, he only had on his Pajamas bottom. The sparse of dark curly hairs on his chest were wet from the swim he just had, he had in his hands a towel which he wrapped on his neck as he stepped closer to me.
"Yes, I find it hard to sleep in new places on the first night." I said out loud, hugging my body tightly. I lied, but it was partially the truth, I could not tell him I watched him swim naked or I saw him naked.
"Oh! That explains, hope you eventually get used to this place." he replied.
"Of course I will." I pinched the bridge of my nose as I raised up my head to meet his gaze.
My eyes roved over his body, I couldn't resist the urge to check him out, Mr Okorie Peterson was well built, it shows he works out a lot. His smooth Caramel skin, his pointed nose bridged a symmetrical face, his full lips looked as if they were begging to be kissed. The way he was staring at me, paying attention to me did something to the pit of my stomach.
"Are you sure you are okay? " he asked. I nodded my head like a dummy. Biting and gnawing on my lips
Why do I have a feeling I was putting this innocent family into danger by coming here, I will have to leave here before my family ever finds me and that can be anytime.
The whole of the Italian underworld would be in search of their only runaway principessa, I'm sure they would have all been sworn into secrecy the Omerta, because letting it get out was like giving a free ticket to the enemies, not only would they also want to look for me to get back to my dad. I would also be passed around for biddings or even taken to an harem.
I could picture dad, torturing and killing those who reported of failure. That brought tears into my eyes, a splashy tears came through, sliding down my cheeks and dropping to the ground. I've always wished to be like the normal kids, no involvement with the mafia world but if only wishes come true.
"Are you crying? " Mr Peterson asked, that question almost released the water works threatening to spill out in a rush.
I forced a laughter which made me laugh and sound like an hyena. "I'm singing." I replied, wishing I was actually singing and not about to cry.
"That's not funny," he replied, stepping more closer to me. He held my hands in his large hands. There was something calming about the way he held my hands. I shut my eyes, enjoying the magic that felt surreal.
"What happened?"he asked. I raised my eyebrows up in confusion, before finally realising he was referring to the stubs in my hand, the spots where two of my middle fingers were missing. I removed my hands from his, that was the punishment dad gave me for my last unsuccessful escape. Two fingers of my right hand was chopped off and I spent two months in the torture room with dead bodies, bloods, I saw obscene things. Eyes being ripped out of enemies, teeths being plugged out of betrayers.
"Are you okay?" Mr Peterson asked again.
"I got into an accident while I was a little girl." I lied, forcing a smile.
"Oh! That must have really hurt?" he said, I could notice the disbelief in his eyes. I silently prayed he doesn't ask anymore questions.
"Colleen finally slept." he whispered, moving towards his daughter's and giving her a kiss on her chubby cheeks.
I breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's go get a glass of chilled lemonade, you can even read some books. I have all Colleen Hoover's book in the library." he added.
"Sure, anything that will keep me occupied." I replied.
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KingsleyI stared effortlessly at the glass of wine on my study desk, the dark red liquid reminded me of blood, Images of the people I have killed flashed through my mind and I smiled, chuckling a bit. I hardly sleep at night, one of the reasons why I go to the pool to cool off before retiring into my room. One thing is crossed out of my list now. I got my daughter a nanny, getting a nanny looked tough at the beginning, but became very easy at the end. Now it's time to face the most difficult problem. The beast was coming back to town and that simply spells danger, the beast who happens to also be my father is one of the most feared Mafia in the world. Being back in the town is like an opportunity for his enemies to get back at him. And he knows this. We are always ready for whatever might come our way. The enemies will never know of our weaknesses, cause we have none.&nbs
KingsleyI looked to my fill, drinking in the sight of her naked curvy body. Her nipples were really pink, I watched as they hardened under my gaze. Beads of water cascaded down her body, it was obvious she just had a shower. A bead of water rolled down onto her left nipple and stayed put. I felt an urge to lick it off and suckle on it.I was aroused, instead of walking out. I stepped closer to her slowly, her eyes widened in fear as I stepped closer to her. She began to step back as I stepped more closer. This was like a game and I was loving it, I smirked as I kept moving closer to her. One thing about me is, whatever I want, I get. I increased my pace and she stepped back the more. She looked round the room, probably looking for an escape route. She suddenly tried to run into the bathroom, but I was more faster.She screamed as my huge arm snaked a
AdeleI freezed on my seat as he stepped closer to me, the rate of my heart beat increased, it was like my heart wanted to hurl itself out of my chest, I was so scared.Mr Peterson was obviously an Alpha kind of man, his aura depicts that of a dominant, assertive and possessive man, who gets what he wants at all costs. How was he able to shadow all this during the interview.The black shirt he was wearing was folded at the arms revealing his muscular, strong arms. The first three buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned and I could see sparse of dark curly hairs on his muscular chest. My heart pounded as he came closer.I felt like peeing in my pants.Suddenly his phone beeped, haltering his move. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as he turned around and walked out of the dinning room. I breathed a sigh of relief."That was
Kingsley"There is a Spy amongst us, a betrayer, son! And it's your job to find out who the person is." My father's voice boomed round the office, they didn't call him a beast for nothing. Father was an huge hairy man with a deep ugly scar running down from his lips to his chest. He paced round the office in anger. Clenching and unclenching his fists. I knew he was about to break something.He has bad anger issues.Suddenly he grabbed the souvenir he got from Ireland, and threw it towards me, I dodged immediately and it missed me."You are about to take over my position, but as the second in command you still allowed this to happen under your watch. This won't have happened under my watch, and you know that. You will definitely put our lives in danger if you go on at this rate. ""Remember son, no weaknesses and no distractions. That's the only
AdeleI stood in front of the mirror, staring at my body. Hickeys were splattered all over my neck and chests, huge and tiny ones. Memories of what went down last night flashed through my mind and the horrors of what would have happened if I hadn't stopped him frightened me. My boss wants me, he wants to have me. I shivered slightly as the rush of yesterday's feelings watched over me, never have I imagined a man would have so much control over my body, I've always avoided men, I so much feared heart break, men weren't on my list right now. I closed my eyes as I imagined his feather like touch on my body.His touch made my brain fuzzy, it was like he already mastered every weak points of my body.Mr Okorie Peterson seems like a person to be avoided, all this weird feelings looks kind of strange to me. I sighed heavily as I turned around facing my butt
AdeleThe moon appeared occasionally through the dark, ominous clouds. It was late in the night and my reasons for staying this late was Mr Peterson, I've been waiting for hours by the window, waiting for him to come and swim in the pool as usual but he seems to be taking long. How come I've gotten used to seeing my employer swim naked at the pool, it was even surprising I know the exact time he comes and leave the pool.I gave up after thirty minutes of waiting, I couldn't help but wonder what was keeping him. Suddenly I heard a footstep, my heart pounded as the footsteps came closer. My eyes widened as the door knob of my room twisted and the door opened, how did I ever forget to close the door.The room was dark and I couldn't see the face clearly, but I could see the silhouette. It was a man, it was like a burglar just came into the mansion or something. What was
AdeleThings has been more awkward between I and Mr Peterson since I signed the contract. A date was set down for the bedding, two nights more and I will be in Mr Peterson's arms. And right after that things will be back to normal, even though I felt I was kind of naive. How would things be, after he achieves his aim of sleeping with me.Was Mr Peterson trying to test waters with me? I know there's is a sexual attraction between us, the tension was glaring and obvious. I hope sleeping with him will put an end to this sexual attraction, I can't believe I was almost forced, he almost entered me. Merely thinking about it gave me chills, I felt his huge tip at my entrance and my body already melted like butter.I won't deny the fact that my body wants him even though I don't, my body reacts shamelessly to his every touch and kisses, it was like a flame was ignited in me and it already started bur
AdeleThe night came sooner than I thought, I began to develop cold feets. After making sure Colleen was asleep and comfortable. I walked down to my room, scared shitless of what was about to happen. What have I gotten myself into.I sat on my bed as I twisted my fingers, keeping an eye on the door. I kept jerking up at any slight sound I heard. I waited, hours passed by and Mr Peterson was yet come, did he forget? Or did he change his mind. Anger settled in the pits of my stomach as different thoughts ran through my mind.Was everything a joke to him? I ran my hands through my hair, I just couldn't explain where this anger was resurfacing from. I've always knew some men were scums, real time scum. I yawned loudly as I gave into sleep.****Why did he have to appear in my dream to pleasure me, I moaned loudly as he bit my soft spot. That moan sounded real.