The Boss' Babies

Prologue

It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen. The garden and the mansion it surrounded were surreal. Who knew place like this still existed? Angelica wondered. She looked around and wasn't surprised that everyone was just as awed as her. Being one of the two American models in the production, it was surprising to see the other staff reacting the same was as her. They were in Italy after all. And most of the production team was Italians. Shouldn't they be used to these types of places?

The staff worked around the garden with such care. After she was done with her shoot, Angelica felt the need to use the ladies' room. But the tour they were given that morning went by so quick that she barely remembered anything except for the beautiful artwork scattered around the mansion. "Hey," she called out to one of the staff nibbling off a sandwich. "Do you know where the ladies room is?" she asked.

"Go through that door, go straight then turn to the left then at the end of the hallway," the staff member said, pointing at the one of the doors. Angelica mentally cringed. She wasn't really good with directions.

She walked to the door and noticed the dim lights. Damn! How was she supposed to find her way when it was dark? The lights provided by the windows weren't enough since it was almost night time. Get a grip on yourself, she scolded herself. It wasn't as if she was afraid of the dark. She just can't see very well, especially without her glasses.

She was walking along the hallway when she bumped into a wall. "Fuck," she muttered under her breath. She felt herself falling but before her butt hit the ground, she felt strong hands stopping her. Well, at least she knew it didn't walk into a wall.

Angelica looked up to see the most gorgeous man she had the fortune to meet. The lights from the outside gave him a dark, mysterious vibe. God! That sculpted jaw and those sinfully thin lips. The guy's face creased into a frown. Great! When she realized that she was obviously checking him out, she immediately pushed him away. "I'm so...sorry," she stuttered.

"Why are you here? If you're one of the staff of the photo shoot, you should know that this area is off limits," he said, not hiding his annoyance. That voice made the fine hairs on Angelica's nape stand. It was so husky and male.

"I'm sorry sir," she apologized sarcastically. She wasn't happy being treated like the help. He made it seem as if it was a crime to be found on that part of the house. "I was looking for the ladies' room and the instructions I was given were vague." She didn't want to admit to this handsome but arrogant stranger that she was helpless. The stranger growled in annoyance. Who was he anyway? He acted as if he owned the house. He grabbed her arm and started walking, dragging her with him. "Hey, what are you doing? Let go of me," Angelica demanded. She was starting to panic. Where was this asshole taking her?

"Shut up! The comfort rooms are this way," he said, still annoyed. They made a right turn to another dim corridor and after passing through a few doors, stopped at the outside of one.

"Thanks," she muttered indignantly. The man just nodded and turned his back. Good riddance, she thought to herself. After she was done with her business, she was surprised to see the man leaning back against the wall as if waiting for her. "What are you still doing here?" she asked incredulously.

"Waiting for you obviously." Although he spoke perfect English, he didn't manage to hide his accent. "Come on," he said grapping her hand and putting it on his arm, making her seem that she was clinging unto him.

Seriously! What is wrong with this guy? He must be bipolar or something, she thought. She got to admit though, she didn't mind hanging on to him. She enjoyed the feel of his muscled arms. When they got outside and back to the production area, almost all of the attention of everyone was on them. Alessandra, the art director dropped what she was doing and ran to them. "Hey brother, I thought you weren't arriving until tomorrow?"