Billionaire Maid

25.

*IMPORTANT NOTE AT THE END.

Two days. That's what it took Rafael to do what I ask. We are currently sitting outside the restaurant he had called me to meet him in. He had just sat looking at how the ocean was moving. I'm sure he had his thoughts elsewhere other than here. I just wondered what bothered him so much and I wanted it to go away.

My fiancé was in distress. Yes, we are re-engaged and Rafael had given me a different ring. This one was more stunning. I loved it.

It was a double band platinum ring. It was studded with little diamond stones from half of the surface area to the other and in laid a shinning diamond. It was truly beautiful.

Neglecting my thoughts, I placed my hand above Rafael's on the table and he's head quickly turned to face me. I think he had forgotten where he was.

"Oh. I'm sorry, Dolores you can order for both of us. Or should I?" He asked. I disliked the fact that he acted like nothing was wrong when something was bothering him. My Darling Rafael.

"You order." I said. When the food arrives I'll ask what's bothering him.

He called for a waiter by just the movement of his eyes and raising two fingers. Hmm. Those fingers.

I didn't know if it was because of my pregnancy but I had been excessively horny these past few days.

My subconscious scolded by telling what a bad girl I am while she was seating on a love chair both legs over the armrest in nothing but a bra. I clenched my thighs together as I felt my sex moisten once again. I moved in my seat so I could get comfortable. Trust me,that isn't happening anytime soon, she smirked at me.

Rafael looked at me strangely while I showed him a too wide smile telling him I'm alright.

Our food arrived within ten minutes and I was glad at least if there's anything I was more than horny it was hungry so maybe food could help me.

I dug into the nice smelling lasagna and enjoyed myself. I almost let out a moan as I chewed but ended up only closing my eyes. My babies are a hundred percent Italians.

Rafael's chuckle is what made me open my eyes and I saw his eyes dancing in amusement.

I flushed slightly, taking another forkful of lasagna I cleaned my lips with the serviette.

"Rafeal, what's wrong?" I ask tentatively. Not knowing if he was ready to answer my question.

"Eat. Dolores." He said and that far away vulnerable look was back in his eyes.

"No Rafael. Tell me. I know something's wrong. You're not yourself right now!" I said with a little confidence.

"Don't worry about it Dolores. Eat up. I know you want it." He said only showing me a forced smile.

I crossed my arms on my chest and turned my face from him, scrunching up my eyebrows.

"Okay. I will tell you but eat first. Finish your food."

I looked at him for a while, hoping he was just not telling me so I would eat.

Who are you lying to? You know you want to eat do finish the food. Cold lasagna isn't nice, my subconscious said goading me.

Why can't you just be like me? I retorted knowing fully well that I'm talking to myself.

Ha! Then where's all the fun!

Ignoring her I pick up my fork and began to clear my plate not by bit until I was really full patting my stomach.

I downed my remaining glass of freshly squeezed orange juice.