The Don's Maid

Chapter 5

~ Lyla's P.O.V ~
I walk into Giovanni's room to see him on his bed with both his suit and shirt on the floor. His legs were on the ground, his chest bare and pants unzipped.

"Diego?" I call out. I hear a groan from Giovanni. I look at him to see him looking at me with cold eyes.

"What are you doing here? Where the f**k is Diego?" he asks before placing his head back on the bed.

Thankfully, Diego walks out from what I assume to be the bathroom. He's holding a towel in his hands.

"Sorry for taking time. I was cleaned myself up," he explains, pointing at his shirt stained with a brown content.

"I'll give him the coffee and I'm leaving," I say firmly. I didn't want him asking for another favor.

"Just be careful. I'll be in the bathroom if you need anything," he says before leaving me with Giovanni.

I look over at him. I walk to the nightstand and set the tray. I move over to the bed and gently sit on it so I don't wake him up.

I stop for a moment to look at his face and I realise if he didn't act like a monster and maybe frowned less, I would like him.

My eyes leave his face and I look at the tattoo that littered the left part of his chest  trailing down to his hand. I furrow my brows when I notice a scar that started from the end of his ribcage to the start of his waist.

Could this be part of the reason why he was cruel?

I look back at his face to be sure he's asleep before looking back at the scar. My fingers are only able to graze his skin before he pulls it away.

I look up to see his blue eyes glaring at me. My cheeks flushed, I felt like a child with my hands caught in a candy bar.

"What do you think you're doing?" he growls dangerously. I glare back at him and free my wrist before he held it too tight and trapped me in his hold.

"I brought you coffee," I tell him.

I get up from his bed and pick up the tray. When I turn around I realise he was looking at my butt.

My stupid cheeks heat up from the male attention but I do my best to push it far away.

His eyes rise up to my chest and I become aware of my braless chest in the  black cotton singlet.

"My eyes are up here," I tell him. He looks up at me and takes the cup from my hand. " I know," he says taking a sip.

When he's done, I take the cup from him and set it aside. I could come for that later. I'm five feet away from the door when he calls my name.

I look at him, desperately trying to ignore the way my heart jumped when he mentioned my name. His accent made it sound better.

"I have something to tell you," he says in a sing-song manner. Not taking him serious, I roll my eyes and continue walking.

I hear a ruckus behind me and turn around to see him doing his best to stand on his own. His head is up at the ceiling, and it starts to turn in circles.

I rush to hold him up when leans to fall. Air knocked out my body as I try to support his body with my little one.

"Could you just make easier for both of us and sleep," I plead taking him back to his bed.

"What about the secret?" he asks and groan in frustration.

"If I listen to you will you behave?" I ask tiredly.

"Depends," he says and starts playing with my hair. I am able to put him to bed. I hear him whisper something.

"I didn't hear you," I tell him, slowly getting annoyed. I just had to help.

"Come closer,then," he tells me.

I bite on my tongue to stop myself from saying something I would regret later.

Instead with whatever patience I had left, I moved my face closer to his. His eyes open and he just looks at me.

My anger is gone and I don't know what to do or what he was doing. What he does next surprises me.

I feel him kiss my lips. I come back to my senses and I try to pull away. What in the hell was going on?

"Mr. Giovanni that's enough. I have paid too much attention for one night. Please let me go,"  I plead but he only faces his attention to my neck.

I feel my walls crumbling down as I closed my eyes to the sensation of his lips against my skin.

"Please stop," I say again but when I heard myself I sounded like I wanted the opposite of what I said.

I had never felt this way before. I had never been with a man. So close. When he feels me weaken to his acts, he turns my face to his and kisses me again.

This time I return it. The hand that gripped my wrist moves to my hair and he holds it his hand.

His tongue teased mine until I couldn't remember why I was here in the face place. Why I was on his bed responding to his kisses.

The hand in my hair leaves my hair and cups my bruised cheek. The memory of him hitting me a day ago comes back to me and I realise what I was doing.

I immediately pull away and hit him. My hand vibrates and I feel pain from the force I used. It felt like I had just metal.

"Che cazzo!" he yells as I get off the bed so he can't hurt me. I look over to the bathroom to see Diego standing there, his eyes moving to Giovanni. Then me.
[Translation; What the f**k]

Giovanni tries to get to his feet but he just falls back.

"I think you should..."

"Leave," I finish for Diego. He says nothing probably trying to understand what he'd just witnessed.

My cheeks were burning as I passed him to leave the room. I was ashamed at myself. I wasn't ashamed that I'd kissed him.

I was ashamed that I'd liked it so much.
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    -- Gigi