MY VIRGINITY FOR A THOUSAND EUROS

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: You will be my servant!

ALLYSA’S POINT OF VIEW

When the jet hit the ground, a slight shiver ran through me. No fear this time, but a sort of apprehension mixed with a strange feeling of well-being. Paolo, as calm and confident as ever, took my hand and held it in his as we walked down the steps. It was a simple gesture, but there was something reassuring about it.

As I stepped onto the tarmac, I looked up at him, searching for an explanation. Paolo turned towards me, a slight smile on his lips.

“I’ll put you up at my place,” he said, as if it were obvious.

I stared at him, eyes wide, unable to understand if I had heard correctly.

- At your place ? I repeated, hesitant. With your… family?

He nodded, his gaze becoming a little more serious.

— Yes, I am married, but I have no children. And I want you to stay close to me.

These words, simple but heavy with meaning, resonated in my head. Married. He was married. Part of me had guessed that a man like him couldn't be completely free, but hearing him say it in such a detached way left a bitter taste in my mouth.

- Married ? I whispered, almost to myself. I suspected it... I remember hearing a man in the cellar say that you had a wife.

He shrugged his shoulders, as if this information was of no importance.

“Yes, I’m married,” he repeated, “but it’s not what you think. My wife and I live together, but our lives are separate. And you will be there, by my side.

I frowned, confused.

— But how do you plan to explain to your wife that a teenager suddenly shows up at your house?

Paolo let out a slight laugh, as if he had already planned everything.

— It’s simple. I will say that you are a servant. An employee I hired to help around the house. It won't be a problem for him. And this way, you and I can spend time together whenever we want.

I remained silent, trying to digest his words. Being a “maid” in a married man’s house was a far cry from the life I had imagined for myself. But at the same time, what could I refuse? It wasn't like I had much choice.

I looked up at him, observing his calm but determined expression. He seemed to believe in this plan, and a small part of me couldn't help but think that maybe this was the only way out of this.

“Your plan isn’t so bad,” I finally said, after a long pause.

He smiled at me, satisfied with my answer, and I found myself smiling too. Maybe it wasn't as crazy as it seemed.

“Okay, that’s it,” he said, giving my hand a light squeeze. You're going to come to my house, and I'm going to make sure you never want for anything again.

His tone was reassuring, almost protective, and despite my doubts, a strange warmth took hold of me. Maybe this life, as uncertain as it was, would bring me some semblance of stability. I decided to stop thinking and let myself be carried away. After all, hadn't I survived much worse?

After leaving the airport, we got into a luxurious black limousine, which impressed me at every turn. The leather seats, the new smell, and even the smoothness of the ride had plunged me into an intrigued silence. I stared at Paolo, sitting next to me, his imposing stature and calm gaze seeming to dominate the space.

As we passed through imposing buildings illuminated by the night, I couldn't help but ask the question that had been burning on my lips since our meeting.

— Paolo, tell me… what is your job? How do you manage to have a private jet, this limousine, and all this luxury?

He turned his gaze towards me, and an enigmatic smile stretched his lips. For a moment I thought he was going to dodge, but he responded with disconcerting frankness:

“I'm a mobster, Allyssa. All my wealth comes from the mafia world.

My eyes widened in shock at his direct response. I expected everything except that. A shiver ran through me, a mixture of fear and astonishment.

— A mafioso? I repeated, my voice trembling. You mean… a real mafioso?

He just nodded, an amused glint in his eyes.

— Yes, a real mafioso. The kind who runs an empire, who controls networks, and who makes sure his business is always running smoothly.

I didn't know what to say. His tone was calm, almost as if he were telling me a banal anecdote, but the weight of his words crushed me. A mafioso. I was in a limousine with a man who probably ruled a dangerous and merciless world.

—And you tell me like that? I asked, incredulous. You're not afraid that I...

He cut me off gently, his smile widening slightly.

— What are you doing? That you denounce me?

I looked down, unable to answer. Of course, the idea had never crossed my mind, but now that he said it, I realized that I knew things that maybe I shouldn't have known.

“You don’t need to be afraid, Allyssa,” he continued in a reassuring voice. If I tell you this, it's because I want you to know what world you're entering into. I don't want any lies between us.

His words resonated within me. He was honest, strangely honest, and that surprised me. I looked up at him, trying to hide the mix of emotions bubbling inside me.

—And now that you know, what do you feel? he asked, staring at me intently.

I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure I could answer this question. Part of me was scared, but another part was fascinated. This world, his world, seemed so far from mine, so beyond my reach. And yet, he invited me.

- I don't know... I answered honestly. It’s scary, but… I’m curious.

He laughed softly, a deep, hearty laugh.

“Curiosity is good,” he murmured. But remember, Allyssa, in my world, curiosity can be dangerous.

I swallowed hard, realizing that my life had just taken a turn I could never have predicted. As the limo pulled up to a gigantic mansion, I felt both terrified and strangely excited.

The house was huge, almost unreal. The white stone walls gleamed under the dim lights, and large windows gave a glimpse of a sumptuous interior. Paolo got out of the car, offering his hand to help me get out.

“Welcome to my home,” he said simply.

And in that moment, I understood that my life would never be the same again.