The Don's Maid

Chapter 6

~ Lyla's P.O.V ~
Two weeks later......
I touch my lips, reminiscing my forced kiss with Giovanni. This has been going on for four days now and I couldn't seem to stop thinking about it.

I remember everything like it was just yesterday. Unfortunately, I was still in this house and to be honest I wasn't rushing to leave anymore. I was tired of begging Carla and I was already used to the house and the people in it.

My mind had imprinted the kiss in my head and now that was I could think about. Even my dreams had been affected.

I'd wake up with my body drenched in sweat and it would take time before I could control my breathing.

The feeling was similar to waking up from my nightmares. Except this time, Giovanni was the one setting my body on fire and not the burning house.

I have been having hot dreams of the man I was supposed to hate. The fact that he was engaged was not left unnoticed.

I hated Giselle but I wouldn't be an object of disloyalty. To Giovanni it was an arrangement but not to Giselle.

"Someone is daydreaming again," Emma says, wiggling her brows at me. I blink and come back to reality, my hand immediately leaving my lips.

"I wasn't daydreaming. I was just... thinking," I say.

"Whatever you say," she says, wiggling her brows once more. "You were also thinking in your sleeping last night, hmm?" she says and my cheeks turn red.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I ask, avoiding her gaze. Fear that she could have heard me say or moan something grew as she wouldn't stop smiling.

"You have the hots for someone," she says bluntly.

"Of course not," is all I can say. There was no explanation that would convince her otherwise.

"Oh before I forget, Mr. Giovanni needs some new towels in his room," she says and my heart does that stupid jumping thing.

"If I promise to help you with the dishes would you help me?" I ask.

She looks over from the dishes in her hands. Her brow was raised in question but I could care less what she was thinking.

"I will help you if you tell me who you were dreaming of," she says and I glare at her.

I couldn't tell her it was Giovanni. I would never hear the end of it. Besides, she believed I hated him-- I wasn't sure anymore--- and I did not plan on changing her mind.

I take a deep breath. "I'll be back," I tell her. She shrugs her shoulders and resumes her chores.

With the towel in my hands, I walk up the stairs. I knock on the door but no one answers. I open the door to see it was empty.

I walk in and close the door. I place the towels on the bed. I'm standing up straight when I hear his voice.

"Finalmente fa qualcosa di giusto," he says. I turn around to see him standing by his bathroom. Naked!!
[Translation; She finally does something right]

I gasp in surprise and look away immediately. "I'm sorry. I didn't know you were here," I say, my eyes closed and my cheeks red.

The image of his naked body appearing behind my eyes. I hear his padded footsteps move across the room to me.

I expect to hear him yell at me like he would normally do but I hear nothing. I open my eyes only to meet his still wet chest.

I look up at me. "What's the matter? Never seen a naked man before?" he asks.

This was the first time he was speaking to me. At least officially. His calm demeanor was also very surprising but from the way he spoke, I knew he did not remember the kiss.

A part of me was thankful another part of me was disappointed. Why? I didn't know or I just did not want to know.

"I-I need to leave," I tell him. My body was trapped between the bed and his body and I was doing my best not to stumble so I wouldn't get a clearer view of his friend.

"I'm not stopping you, am I?" he says.

I say nothing. He leans in and I stiffen. I wasn't sure if I wanted him to kiss but I wasn't going to stop him.

His eyes are on mine as our lips are only inches away. All of a sudden he pulls away. He moved away and I see a towel in his hands.

"Are you going to keep standing there? Partire," he says. I don't understand what he said so I just stand there like a fool.
[Translation; Leave]

"I wouldn't like to repeat myself. Get out," he growls at me and I rush out of the room. "Stupid, stupid, stupid," I mutter to myself.

I bump into someone. "Hey, watch it," the woman I bumped into says. I look up to see it's Giselle.

"I'm sorry--" I tried to apologise but she cut me off.

"Are you blind or something? Never hit me again or you'll pay," she says out of nowhere.

I just stare as she walks around me. I hear walk into Giovanni's room and the only thing I think is of her seeing him naked.

I shake my head. He was not worth my thoughts. I wouldn't be naive and let myself dwell on a kiss. This attraction ended now.

I walk into the kitchen to see Lizzie, Emma and Debra helping Maggie design a chocolate cake.

"You took time," Emma says and I glare at her.

"Whatever," I say, my mood spoilt. I was angry at myself for ever letting that kiss even happen.

I was angry that even though I tried to remind myself of the bad things he has done to not only me but other people I still fall back to the thought of kissing him again.

"Someone is in a bad mood," Debra comments.

"Are you okay?" Maggie asks in concern.

I shrug. "To be honest I don't know how I feel," I say, knowing they would not understand me.

"Would a slice of chocolate cake with strawberry filling help?" Emma asks.

I nod and everyone smiles. I never should have listened to Diego. Now I was finding hard to forget about Giovanni and I wondered if I ever would.
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Hope you enjoyed the chapter.
Tell me what you think about it.
Wonder if Giovanni remembers the kiss or he is just pretending not to.

     Find out in the next chapter
    -- Gigi