A contract with the Mafia Lord

chapter 5

“$25 million, a new house in my choice place, a job…” she filtered off, rubbing the beads of perspiration off her forehead.

“There's nothing to lose if I sign the contract, rather my life would be way more better than how I started off.” She mumbled.

After reviewing the contract three more times, she picked up the pen and then signed it hurriedly. Grateful she did, she exhaled deeply, pushing the document back inside the envelope before setting it on the vintage table.

Tying her hair up in a bun, she made her way into the bathroom and after discarding the hospital robe into the laundry basket, she stepped under the shower.

As the cold water cascaded down her skin, it soothed her nerves and even helped to reduce the ache that was ravaging her whole body.

“After six months, I'm going to live in a house similar to this one with everything at my beck and call.” She muttered, drying her hair with the dryer that was lying on the counter - she had just finished taking her bath.

Grabbing the towel off the rack, she strapped it tightly around her chest before making her way out of the room. It was when she flung open the wardrobe that she remembered she was in a different home.

With a large scowl on her face, she fisted pumped the air. “Now I don't have any clothes to put on.” She said, gritting her teeth.

Still contemplating on what to do, her eyes fell on a large shirt hanging loosely on the hanger and without thinking twice, she quickly pulled it off.

Tossing the towel off, she processed to put on the shirt but almost immediately, the door flung open and Damien stepped in.

Before she could regain her consciousness, Damien had already taken in her appearance and with a smile on his lips, said, “Petite little thing.”

Cheeks burning crimson red, she quickly grabbed the towel and then wrapped it around her chest. “That was rude.” She muttered, her gaze to the floor.

“Replace the shirt.” He said instead of apologizing just like she had wanted.

“Why? You whisked me away from the hospital, not giving me the chance to gather my belongings… I don't have any clothes to put on…”

“Seems you have signed the contract, your words say it all.” He muttered, making his way toward the table.

After running his eyes on it, he reached out for the document, scanned it and then proceeded to shred it into minute pieces before tossing them into the waste bin.

“That means…”

“I don't work with papers, I already stored it in my iCloud to serve as a strong evidence peradventure you decide to go back on your words.” He said, making a low groan to escape from her lips.

Ignoring her expression, he went ahead to start unbuttoning his shirt. Thinking he would end there, Scarlett left her eyes lingering on him but the moment his hands went to his belt, she turned around and with a shaky voice asked, “What are you doing?”

“Undressing.” Came his response.

“But you can't do it here. I mean, there are several other rooms you can…”

“This is my room, my home and I do whatever I want without a complaint from anyone.” He said, cutting her off.

Slowly, she turned around and immediately, her eyes fell on his broad back that was designed with different tattoos. There were smaller sizes of music notes and then larger ones like a skull.

Just like the portrait, it was the head of the lion seated on his back that drew her full attention. It took her all that was within her not to walk up to him and run her fingers on his tattoos.

She was still drooling when he stepped out of his pants and immediately, his hands went to his waistline.

Covering her face with both hands, she yelled, “Stop.”

Damien scoffed at her word, he knew he was having an effect on her but he still went ahead with his business.

“Stop it already. You can undress in the bathroom over there?” She yelled, pointing at the door which was slightly opened.

“You're the one living rent free here and hence shouldn't tell me what to do.”

“But…” she gulped, pushing her hair behind her ears, she said, “You aren't the only one in the room… you have… stop it already, you're hurting me.” She yelled, tugging her hair in frustration. Despite all her drama, Damien was unfazed as his hands began pulling down his shorts.

Seeing Damien was bent on stripping naked before her, she quickly rushed towards the bathroom and on her return, she was holding a towel.

“What do you think you are doing?” he asked.

“Cover yourself properly and stop acting like a pervert.”

“What if I'm one?” He asked, pushing her hair away from her face. The moment his finger made contact with her skin, a surge of electricity rushed through her veins, causing her to shudder.

“Just stop it already.” She said when she finally found her voice, taking several steps backwards at the same time.

Brushing past her, he made his way towards the wardrobe then pulled it open. After running his eyes on the clothes it contained, he pulled out two sets of pajamas and then tossed one to her which she caught.

“Change into it.” He said. Clutching the pajamas against her chest, she still had her eyes on him as he walked around the room.

Immediately he disappeared into the bathroom, she quickly changed into the pajamas and then climbed into bed to rest her aching head.

Almost drifting into sleep, the sound of walking footsteps made her eyes shoot open. Blinking them to adjust to the light, it fell on Damien's figure. He had a towel around his waist and water was dripping down his biceps and tattoos making it a sight to behold.

Pulling herself up, Scarlett left her gaze lingering on Damien's body as he went about doing his business. She wanted to scream when his hands went to the towel but when it came off revealing his trunk and strong legs, she swallowed her scream and then began drooling.

“I know you like what you see.” Damien said, leaning towards her as he used his hand to push her hair from her face.

With her face burning with embarrassment, she slapped his hand off and then rolled to the other side of the bed. She had no idea when he walked up to her.

“Stop acting as if you weren't having a nice time staring.” He smirked, running his fingers through his messy hair.

“I wasn't.” She gulped, avoiding his intense gaze.

“Really? Then why is spittle running down your jaw?”

Alarmed, she quickly ran to the bathroom to confirm and finding out it was true, she began to tug my hair as embarrassment washed through her.

“All the while I was thinking he was normal not knowing he is nothing but a full fledged pervert.” She scoffed. “And I already signed the contract…” she muttered, sucking her teeth.

“Touching yourself already?” Damien asked, interrupting her solitude with his ear against the bathroom door.

“Go away, pervert.” She yelled back, still embarrassed.