Maid to the mafia: totally alluring

CHAPTER 15

NEW CONTRACT

1) Make me coffee

2) Cook my food

3) Run my bath

I flicked my eyes from the love contract document, back to Giovanni, who was relaxing against his chair like he was the king of the castle. Well, this was his castle, and he was the king. He could do whatever he wanted. But this... What the hell is this?

“Boss, is this a maid contract or what?” I sent him the evil eye.
“Everything is the same as my old contract.”

“No, it’s different,” he casually said, reclining in his throne-like chair, fingers tracing his lips, like he’d all the time in the world, unlike me, who had a gazillion things to do before heading off to the library.

Exams were coming soon and I had to pass my midyear papers. Giovanni was watching me with keen interest. Probably waiting for me to go into a fit. Well, I’d show it to him. I went into a hissy fit.

“Tell me the meaning of this? Right this instant,” I demanded.
“How is it any different from my previous contract.” My eyes scanned through the document again and all I saw was the same shit he’d printed out in my maid contract.

“Everything is the same. There’s no difference.” I thought by agreeing to be his lover, I could reduce my workload on the house work, and yes, maybe get to sleep with him on one or two occasions. This way, I could sate my unbridled lust for him, as well as have some time to study.

In my previous role as maid, I was running around like a headless chook, picking his shit off the floor, or run his bath. But now, I guessed there was no difference. Had I been deceived last night?

Last night, I was not myself. I’d slept with him. I had agreed to his proposal. And now when the sun came up, reality dawned on me when he slapped that piece of paper on my forehead first thing this morning. What lover? There was no sweet morning talk like those romance novels I read. He was a brute with no common courtesy for the female gender.

“Read and sign it. Then you will be bound to me forever.”

Bound forever? This wasn’t the proposal I’d heard last night. This was a prison term. I didn’t want to be bound to anyone unless I loved them. And Giovanni... I licked my lips, heart thumping dramatically when I saw him in slacks fit for the catwalk runway. When the bleep did he have the time to dress himself so fashionably when it was still dark outside?
Did he have a meeting to go to this morning?
Then why had he asked me to read this stupid contract, and demand that I sign my life away, right this moment?

“There’s no point in signing it. It’s practically the same as the other contract.”

I waved the document aside and was about to walk out the door when Giovanni’s next statement stopped me in my tracks.

“It’s not the same, Jay. Read clause 22. Carefully.”

He gently flicked his finger in my direction. What is he, a conductor now?
Yes. He’s conducting my life. I was just his little stringed instrument he manipulated. I muttered something evil under my breath, sent him a death glare, and picked up the document, eyes quickly skimming through the contents again, until I reached clause 22. There, in bold writing, was the statement.

22) Must be available to satisfy Giovanni Dente, the mafia boss of New York City, twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week.

What the bleep!
What the bleep bleep!
My eyes bulged out as soon as I finished that sentence. My mouth vomited out swear words that could burn his ancestor’s ears.