"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

　　I patted down the front of my dress as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was dolled up but my eyes looked dead and lifeless almost like a doll. Memories of what I witnessed last night still swirled around my head.


　　A tear slipped through my eyes which I immediately wiped away.


　　I was wearing the dress Alessandro bought for me specially for this occasion. It was a mini bodycon white dress with spaghetti sleeves. He even controlled what I wore.


　　This dress wasn't something I would pick out of a mall or an online shop. I think I looked like a whore in it.


　　He got it for me and the heels too so I couldn't reject them or not wear them. Left for me I would rather appear there in sweats or a hoodie. I loved and cherished my comfort so much.


　　How was I going to do it? How was I supposed to meet the girl I saw having sex with my husband?


　　I deserve an award for my endurance and self-restraint.


Chapter 53 It's The Baby