Working For Mr. Fioravanti [MATURE CONTENT]

Chapter 5 - Home Alone

CHAPTER 5 - Home Alone

Today was quite the day. After dropping Leo off for some exam that would decipher what classes he would be able to take in school. It was ridiculous really, considering how young the boy was. I decided tonight would be a good night to make a wholesome dinner. I did tend to cook for Leo on most nights but it would always be something simple and quick.

Today, I felt like taking the time to cook a large meal. After all, Daman would be home tonight.

Ever since that night when he gave me the dress, which led to mind-blowing sex and a lustful connection, we'd been avoiding each other.

Well, maybe avoiding is a strong word. We had been...distant. He'd been hiding out in his office for most of this time.

When I was walking out of the grocery store, I noticed a man in a suit walking up to me with a smirk on his face. I felt like I had seen him before but I couldn't quite make the connection.

"Valentina, right?" the man placed his hand on my arm. Oh yeah. Michael.

"I'm Michael. I believe we met at Daman Fioravanti's house. Do you need help?" he stopped to ask, looking at the heavy bags I was struggling to carry.

"Oh no. That's alright." I smiled politely, wanting nothing to do with a man that had tried to get in my pants within minutes of knowing me.

"No. I insist!" he snatched the bags from my right hand and waited for me to lead him to my car.

"Oh. Okay." I began to walk to my sister's BMW, which I decided to borrow again. Walking was getting a little too tiresome for me.

"So anyways, I know you work for Daman, but I would love for you to come and help out at my house. I could definitely use a maid." He looked at me, expecting me to thank him and jump up and down with joy.

"Oh, no thank you. I think one job is enough." I let out a dry laugh as I unlocked the car and popped the trunk open. I'm not a fucking maid.

"Hmm that's a shame. Make sure to let me know if you change your mind!" he placed the bags in my trunk and began to walk away. Just when I thought I had gotten rid of him, he turned around to face me again.

"I almost forgot." He reached into the pocket of his suit and handed me a neatly sealed envelope. "Would you mind giving this to Daman? It's a business matter."

"Of course." I took the letter from him. It felt as if there was nothing inside. There was no writing on the outside and weighed hardly anything—making me want to rip it open even more.

"Thank you!" I called after him when he began to walk away.

"The favors all mine." he turned back to wink. Gross.

I unloaded all the groceries from the car and into the refrigerator. But there was still one thing left. The letter. Where even was Daman? Last time I saw him was around 7 this morning when he mumbled a quick 'hello' before darting into his office.

I walked around the mansion, listening for any sign of noise. I decided the office would probably be my best bet. Adjusting my white tube top and dark high waisted jeans, I ran my fingers through my hair before lightly knocking on the office door.

I pressed my ear against the door when I heard Daman's voice, talking to someone. Probably making a phone call.

All my manners vanished when I ignored the fact that he didn't permit me to enter, and lightly pushed the door open. There he was, lazily leaning back in his office chair and spinning in light circles, while discussing some professional sounding matter on the phone.