THIS BOOK IS NOT PART OF THE 'NANNY FOR THE MAFIA' SERIES.
Have you ever heard that opposites attract each other?
But what happens when equals attract each other?
Both like to be in control.
Both deny their feelings.
Both are stubborn.
They hate eac...
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We kept talking about everything and anything until the end of the date, we gave one week to whatever this between us is.
What are we supposed to do during this week?
I don't fucking know, I guess I'll just take it day by day.
Can we fuck at least? I mean, my blood is boiling with a need for him, the sexual tension is so dense. I really want him.
He parked the car in front of the house and got out, he ran to my side and opened the door for me, I could feel the heat from his hand that was against the small of my back.
It sent some kind of fuzzy feeling through my skin.
Niccolo took me to my bedroom, before I could open the door he turned me around and smashed his soft lips against mine, kissing me soft but rough at the same time.
And I kissed him back showing him how much I wanted him.
"I have some work to do in my office." He said after, taking a step back from me.
I can't say I'm not disappointed, because I am. But I also know and understand that he's a mafia boss, he has things to do, orders to give, and shit.
"Can you come to my bedroom after?" I asked.
I can't say that the need for him is because I didn't have any dick recently. After all, that's a lie. But every horny hormone in me is calling for him, my fingers won't even help.
"Sure." He said and the corner of his lip, curved up. With one last kiss, he walked away, and I got in my room.
I leaned into the door and took a couple of deep breaths, so the heat from my cheeks could go away.
Fuck!
What am I doing?
What are we doing?
Getting married while drunk in vegas? I got over that. But why are we keeping this marriage? For business? Because his mother asked?
We are stupid.
I'm stupid.
Niccolo is stupid.
My thoughts don't make any sense anymore. How could my life change this much in so little? Why? Why can't I have a normal, peaceful life?
I went to take a shower with my head full, I have questions, questions that I'm sure if I ask them to Niccolo he wouldn't know the answers.
Oh, and we can't forget about the fact that the people from Italy are still after me, even after what? 10? 11 years? Why?
More questions to the pile.
I got out of the shower, scrubbed and shaved, and started to do my skin routine, nothing fancy. Just some body lotion, and face. I washed my teeth, brushed my wet hair, and went to my closet.
