"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 watched through the screen as Victoria alighted from the car with a wide smile on her lips as she told something to the driver, maybe the time to pick her up.


　　He nodded at her before she stood, watched and waved at him as he drove off.


　　She extracted her phone from her purse before excitedly calling someone up.


　　I can make out her lips moving but I can't make out her words due to the distance between the camera and her.


　　She proceeded to sit on the bench and wait excitedly for whoever she was meeting as she placed her hand protectively over her stomach.


　　Most times she would lean towards her stomach and talk to our child, I guess?


　　That would be a strange thing to do since the little bun can't hear or talk back but then again it was exactly what she was doing.


　　Talking to our baby. This is the first time I've referred to it as that.


　　It's mine and hers. It felt good to acknowledge that.


Chapter 88 Las Vegas