"I'm so sorry, sir, I forgot to lock the door. I didn't mean for..."
"Shhhh." He silenced me, placing a finger on my lips. He smelled like rich, masculine cologne and alcohol. 
I looked up at him; he was staring at me with something swirling in his eyes. Something I couldn't explain.
He slowly leaned down and pressed a kiss on my shoulder. My breath hitched in my throat.
I held my towel tight against me with my left hand and pushed him back with my right hand, taking a step back myself.
"I'm sorry, sir, this isn't right," I told him respectfully.
His eyes darkened as he grabbed my forearm tightly, making me look at his furious eyes.
"I am Alessandro Rossi, and no one tells me what is right and what is not."
He attacked my neck, peppering it with kisses as I just stood there.
"But you're drunk, sir," I told him.
"I'm in complete control of my senses, Victoria."
***
Alessandro Rossi retrieves his heir from his runaway wife and employs the young Victoria to care for his son. After spending one drunken night together, Victoria becomes pregnant with his child. Their lives are now entwined, leading to a loveless marriage. Soon after, Victoria finds comfort in the arms of another. What will Alessandro do when he realizes he has already fallen for Victoria? Will he do something to win back her heart?

Nanny For The Mafia Boss

　　Yes, I was going to marry Victoria. I don't necessarily need to love and worship the very ground she walks upon just to marry her, that was bullshit.


　　I saw her, mistakenly slept with her, got her pregnant and now I demand to marry her. Simple as that.


　　I'm actually being a gentleman, I'm cleaning up my own mess. I should be praised.


　　"No sir, there's a misunderstanding. You CAN'T marry me, you SHOULDN'T want to marry me." She bursted out trying to discredit herself.


　　"It's Alessandro now, and why? You got a problem?" I asked her genuinely curious as to why she would react adversely.


　　Her eyes widened probably because I asked her to call me by my name but she made no move to answer my latter question.


　　Was she epileptic? Or a sickler? Did she have AIDS? The last one made fear gripped my very bones, it had better not be, I would kill her if it were true.


　　I looked at her very well, she looked healthy and strong, very strong actually.


Chapter 29 I Beg You