THE MAFIA'S FAVORITE MAID

CHAPTER 17

I woke up hours later and saw her still asleep beside me. She looked so small and fragile in the morning light. My eyes dropped to the blood stain on the white sheets beneath her, and a cold, victorious smirk slowly spread across my face.

“Mine,” I growled low in my throat.

I leaned down and kissed her cheek, then stood up. I walked to the bathroom, took a long, hot shower, and dressed in a fresh black suit.

When I returned to the bed, she was still naked from last night. I gently placed a robe over her body, scooped her into my arms, and carried her to her own room. I laid her on the bed, tucked the blanket around her shoulders, and left her there.

I closed the door softly behind me.

In the kitchen I told Mrs. Lang, “Miss Lang, today don’t disturb Aria. She doesn’t need to do anything. Let her rest. And if she needs anything at all, you come straight to me.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered in her usual professional tone.

I continued, voice colder, “And today you clean my room — no one else. On my bed sheet there is a blood stain. Don’t you dare wash it. Cut that bloody part out and put it in a frame. Put the framed stain on my desk.”

“Yes, sir,” she said quietly, and went upstairs to my room.

I sat down at the table and started eating my breakfast — boiled eggs, toast, and black coffee.

After I finished, I went to my company office, but I couldn’t focus on anything. I just kept remembering how tight her cunt had been, how she had moaned, how her breasts had felt in my hands.

“Ugh… enough,” I muttered, shaking my head and forcing myself to look at the documents on my desk.

Aria’s POV

I woke up the next morning alone in my own bed. I thought to myself, Did he carry me here?

I sat up against the headboard and stretched my arms. “Ugh,” I groaned, holding my waist. “Ugh… it hurts. What should I do?”

I was still naked. The blanket had dropped down to my hip. I tried to stand up, but my legs gave way and I fell back onto the bed. My waist hurt, and my p***y and cunt ached from the way he had f****d me hard last night — my first time. But even with the pain, there was a strange, warm feeling I didn’t understand.

Just as I was about to lie back down, the door opened. It was Miss Lang, the housekeeper.

I froze. I was completely naked. I quickly pulled the blanket around my chest.

“I… I’m sorry, Miss Lang,” I said, voice scared and nervous. “I woke up late… I… I will get ready right now.”

“Just lay down and rest,” she said first. “No need to do any work today. Sir Moretti said you can rest today. If you needs anything, just tell me.”

I froze for a few seconds. “I… okay. Thank you.”

She left the room.

I lay back down again and recalled the night before — the way he had f****d me, the way he had kissed and eaten my p***y like a starving man. My face burned red. I shook my head. “Ugh… enough, Aria. You did that to pay Tyler’s debt, and nothing else.”

The rest of the day I spent like this. I stayed in my room the whole time. The other maids brought my food, but they murmured something I didn’t understand. I ate slowly, then slept.

I woke up at 6 PM. The pain in my waist and between my legs was a little better. I took a shower and changed my clothes.

A short while later, a maid knocked on my door.

“Sir Moretti called you in his study. Be quick.”

She didn’t wait for me to answer. She just left.

I was nervous. What should I do? How should I act?

I took a deep breath, walked to his study, and knocked.

“Sir, may I come in?”

“Come in.”

I walked inside and stood there looking at the floor, playing nervously with my nails.

“What do you want, sir?” I asked.

“Head up. Look at my eyes.”

I turned my head up and met his gaze.

“Are you okay? Do you have any pain?”

“No… no, sir. Thank you for your concern. I’m better now.”

He smirked. “Oh, now you’re acting so distant with me.”

“I… I… no, sir,” I said, my voice trembling.

He held a check toward me. “Here. It’s the money I promised. One million dollars. Take it and do whatever you want — pay your boyfriend’s debt or whatever.”

My hands shook as I took the check.

“T… thank you, sir.”

“Don’t thank me. You gave me your first time. That is priceless.”

I blushed, embarrassed and humiliated. I didn’t say anything else.

“You can go now. Don’t do anything. Just rest.”

I nodded and walked out.

I stepped into my room and slammed the door. Then I threw myself on the bed, on my back, and stared at the check.

“Tyler… now I can pay your debt,” I said happily to myself.