The Don's Maid | Restricted Chapter

Restricted Chapter

~ Lyla's P.O.V ~
I feel someone gently tap me on my wrist and I groan in protest but I don't open my eyes.

"Wake up, Lyla," Giovanni's thick says very close to my ear, I can smell his minty breath and I could feel it fan my face.

I jump as mortification replaced my sleepy eyes. I couldn't believe I'd slept off. On Giovanni's bed. He just stares at me and from the way his eyes seemed unfocused I knew he was half-way drunk.

I blush when I notice him look down at my panties that had been exposed from jumping in fear.

My cheeks redden and I push it down. I scurry out of the bed.

"Are you ready or you have something else to do?" I ask him. He blinks before shaking his head. He turns his back to me and sits down like an obedient child.

Who thought that I'd ever get to see him this way. Not insulting or yelling at me.

My brain didn't fail to remind of the fact that he was still intoxicated.

I grab the box and move over to his body. I start to redress the wound but my nightie kept on rising.

I was way out of comfort zone. Giovanni notices this and my heart skips a beat when he uses both hands to hold it down.

I stop what I'm doing look at him. "Thank you," I tell him and he looks up at me.

"I'm not doing this for you, believe me,"he says and I pretend not to understand him.

The room is quiet for a while until Giovanni leaned his head on my chest and the hands that helped hold down my gown lowered to my bare thighs.

I gasp at the touch. I am about to ask him to take off his hand when I feel his steady breaths against my skin. Was he sleeping?

Hell no!!! I move forward so he falls forward but it back fires on me. I cry out when his hands on my thighs tighten and he pulls me closer.

He groans and looks at me. I wonder if he knew what I'd done. My eyes widen when his hands come higher.

"I tried to sleep the pain away, principessa. Why did you wake me up?" he growls. His hands are resting beneath my a** and it takes every part of me not to moan.

I didn't know he was sleeping to ease the rise of his friend. "I-I—" I am unable to speak because I had no answer.

I let him set me down to his side. "You're driving me crazy, Lyla," he slurs looking at where I once stood. I say nothing looking at him in surprise.

"You know you are a very confusing man. I thought you told me to forget all about that kiss now I'm driving you crazy?" I ask in confusion.

He looks at me and then his eyes travel to my nightie. "You are the one who came in here with this thing," he says, holding the Hem between his fingers.

I ignore the feeling and look back at him. "I thought you hated me, huh? Where's this sudden attraction coming from?" I question.

"I don't know," he replies and moves closer to me. "I don't know but I want you, Lyla or I swear I'll die," he says and my cheeks heat up.

No man had ever told me that before. Well I have never been with a man before so.....

"You just want an easy lay. Sorry but you have Giselle for that," I say and attempt to get up. He holds me back and seizes my mouth the minute I fall back to the bed.

My body betrays me and I return the kiss.

He pulls me closer to his warm body and deepens the kiss, taking away my senses as he did so.