"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

　　Today has been a very boring day for me. Matteo was being fussy and whiny. He isn't feeling too well.


　　Amara has been more closed off than ever. I don't know what the girl's problem was. Poor thing.


　　She is a friendly person but actually keeps to herself. I hope she wins this fight with her demons.


　　Mary left to visit her family. Her daughter just gave birth. I was so happy for her, she's a sweet old lady.


　　The house seemed practically empty but there were a few people left. Mr. Manuel was around as well.


　　Sebastian left with Mr. Rossi today. I was so bored.


　　I finally got Matteo to sleep as I decided to explore to satisfy my curiosity and kill my boredom.


　　I walked around the house reading and touching whatever caught my eye. I saw a piece of paper with a message "To the west wing, take the stairs and find your way to the library." That was strange and spooky.


Chapter 15 The Portrait