51.
Amelia's POV
I bowed my head, staring at my feet. Alessandro took me by the arm and dragged me to his room. I gasped as he pushed me in and locked the door.
He pinned me in between his hands, his face flashing with an expression I could barely decipher.
Was it guilt? Or lust?
He pulled me closer and my eyes popped out as I could feel his b***r poking me so hard.
Did this man get horny everyday?
"W...what do you want?" I blurted out and he brushed a few locks away from my face.
"You're now Vivianne's nanny." He said and I shrugged.
"Do you have a problem with that? You asked me to do it." I reminded him and he chuckled, nodding slowly.
"Yeah, I did." He admitted and I bit my lips at how handsome he looked when he gave me that chuckle.
God! When would I stop falling for
