The Mafia's Maid

Chapter 16

Isabella's POV

After the discussion I had with Lisa in the living, I was left speechless. I didn't know Lisa had such a terrible past and I might have wondered why she was exceptionally sweet towards me.

She said she saw her young self in me and that almost broke me to tears.

We were silent for a while until she broke the silence saying she was fine and all better now. She said I didn't need to feel sorry for her anymore because she had gone past it.

That's reliving, she's healed now I guess. I hugged her and She smiled at me and left. I stood up too and went to my room.

I wasn't comfortable in the room, it was hot and very uncomfortable. I was also bored to my bones. I decided to go into the study since Nate wasn't home and it was pretty still early for him to return home for work.

I went up to the study room and went inside. I did not know much about books but seeing them all well arranged and properly organised by genres and alphabetical order was nice to behold.

I didn't know what to pick, no idea of the book I should go for. After several scans, I opted for books with pretty book covers, I then chose a book which I thought is cover was the prettiest there; at least so I thought.

It was a romantic novel, I love romance, I love LOVE even though I haven't experienced it yet.

I started reading the book slowly and carefully wanting to get every word and its meaning right.

I think I must have lost my initial enthusiasm because I suddenly became tired and sleepy.

I trusted to fight the sleep several until I just surrendered and gave into my sleep.

I still have time, a couple of minutes of sleep in here wouldn't hurt at all, I thought to myself.

I suddenly felt movement around me and when I opened my eyes, my eyes came in contact with Nate's eyes.

He was awkwardly close to me.

What is this? I wondered.

What are you doing? I yelled

Why are you here?

He moved his head back a bit, away from my face but that didn't still make him take his eyes off me.

Hey… them…boss.

I couldn't form words at all because that was a really weird situation.

I sat up, then I noticed I was on the chair instead of the floor beside the bookshelf where I was sitting down earlier before drifting off to sleep.

Oh my!

How did I get here? Did you carry me? I questioned him with a lot of disgust displayed on my face.

I looked at where I sat before being carried to the chair, then I saw the book I was reading so I moved to pick it up quickly.

He came after me and stretched his hand in front of me, telling me to give him back.

I told him ‘no’ that I wanted to keep the book myself to where I took it from.

He moved even closer to me as I tried to put the book behind me. His hands came around me from the front where he was standing to my back where I put the book and he took the book right out of my hands because I melted when his hands went around me. This made him get the book from me effortlessly, there was no struggle on my part.

He got the book and looked at it.

Oh! it's a romantic novel, I see you like romance because I have several other types of books but you chose this instead.

He teased me and I liked it, my body, the whole me reacted to it. I also hate it, I hate the fact that I can't control myself when he's around.

He flipped through the book then his head to look at me.

How far have you gone in this book? I see some things here which are…

Would you like me to show you?

He didn't say anything again, he looked at me with desire in his eyes.

He moved away from me to drop the book in his hands and before I could take a breather he was back and this time closer. Invading my privacy.

There are a lot of things I could do with you right now, no, do to you. Even many more things that are not in that book.

I didn't want him to talk anymore.

I wanted him to kiss me so bad that I forgot all of my worries.

I surrender totally and I want him to take me, I want him to have his way with me.

The next thing I heard felt like a dream come through.

He said, CAN I KISS YOU?

Unable to speak at the intensity of the moment, I shook my head slightly accepting his proposal to kiss me.

His right hand snaked around my waist, his left hand was on my cheek and before I could register the feeling from his touch he tilted his head down and his lips were on mine.

My body shuddered at the contact of our lips, his movements were slow and gentle, savouring every inch of my lips, he bit my down lip a little bit which made me open my mouth and gasp. He slid his tongue into my mouth the opportunity, his tongue sweeping every corner of my mouth.

I felt like I was melting away, this was too much desire in the rush.

It was a good thing his hand was on my waist holding me to his body because my legs were becoming weak and jelly-like. They were shaking.

He moved his left hand away from my cheek to my hair, and he buried his hand in my hair, softly caressing my head, he also used his hand as a guide to move my head in the direction he wanted.

That was satisfying. The kiss lasted for a long time and when he moved his right away from my waist to my curve a slight moan escaped from my mouth. Then followed, was a faint knock on the door.

It seems as though I heard wrong until the knock came again but harder this time.

The sound broke our little engagement and I feared for my life if I'd be caught by anyone looking

like this with only Nate and I in the room.