All Chapters of Undercover in His Bed: Chapter 51 - Chapter 55

"Miss Blackwood, it's time to freshen up and see you to your room," Svetlana commanded, her tone brooking no argument. She looked over at Mila, her voice growing respectful but still firm. "Miss Yakov, Miss Aria will be preparing for the pizza-making. She'll join you shortly."Aria shifted uncomfortably under the stern scrutiny of Svetlana. She turned to Mila, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, Mila, we're going to make the yummiest pizza when I get back.""Okay." Mila pouted. Disappointed, but not enough to kick up a fuss.The elevator dinged, and Roman stepped out. I glanced at him, my jaw tightening with the understanding of what his arrival meant. The faint traces of ruthlessness in his eyes, the steely resolve now melting into casual indifference – all telltale signs of a job just finished in the basement.His gaze swept across the scene, landing on Aria, who was still standing awkwardly on the stairs. A brow lifted in amusement, his lips twitching at the corners."What's the big fus

Aria.The delicious aroma of melting cheese and baking dough wafted out from the kitchen, a call to my empty stomach.God, I hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday.Between the whirlwind of events and my gnawing nerves, food had been the last thing on my mind. Things were just crazy since last week. The events at the "Velvet Room," the notorious strip joint where my best friend Zara worked, still lingered fresh in my mind.The image of her bloody, bruised face was seared into my brain.The ugly truth slammed into me with the subtlety of a freight train – Zara was in this shitstorm, all thanks to yours truly. The raw bite of guilt chewed me up from the inside out, an unrelenting reminder that I crafted this hellhole we were in. Zara was caught in the crossfire, and my big bro was collateral damage. It was my mess, my responsibility to shovel our way out.Oh, Zara. I am so sorry!Suddenly, I was yanked back, now standing in the kitchen doorway; the irresistible salty aroma was a freakin

Aria's POVThe nod Nikolai sent Mila, accompanied by his deep-chested, "Otlichno, Mila," left me utterly clueless. But the way Mila's face lit up, I figured it must mean something along the lines of "fucking awesome.""Oh, we gave our kitchen staff the day off," Axel announced, the casual nonchalance in his voice throwing me off balance. "You'll get to meet them tomorrow.""Kitchen... staff?" I parroted, incredulity pitching my voice higher.There was a whole staff for this kitchen? For cooking?He swept a hand around the luxurious kitchen, emphasizing his point. "Marco, he's a whiz with pasta – six fingers on his left hand. Great for kneading dough. Born with it."The mental image of a six-fingered pasta maestro was nothing short of bizarre, but I merely nodded, doing my best to look unfazed."And then there's Paolo. The man's a magician with sauces. His Bolognese? Legendary. And finally, Chef Antonio. Head honcho in this circus. Found him in a family-run eatery in Rome when he was s