"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

　　Another boring day to spend lazing around the house and playing with my stepson and good friend Matteo.


　　What? He talks to me all the time now.


　　More like he babbles about things while I try to act like I understand him and respond.


　　Of course I have to do that. It shows respect for the little man's quest for crystal clear eloquence.


　　Truthfully, I don't understand a word he says but I love hearing him learn to talk and watching him learn to walk.


　　He's growing up so fast before my eyes that I always try to capture every beautiful moment of him like this because I know he will not remain like this forever.


　　He'll soon grow and I'll no longer have this little version of him that rubs my tummy with a smile while acting like he is communicating with his sibling who is in there.


　　Who knows? Maybe they understand each other.


　　Babies understand babies, right?. They all speak gibberish baby language.


Chapter 116 The Confrontation