"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

　　One of my earliest memories of my life was of the ones where I would be the most shabbily and poorly dressed girl in school.


　　My mom didn't care about me. All she cared about was if there was enough change for her to get high.


　　She was a worthless mother and she is dead to me. I don't want to be around her and I don't want to see her.


　　Ultimately my appearance became the reason for me to be extremely popular at school.


　　I would show up late to school most times because mom was always drunk or high last night and was still sleeping it off while dad was off to work trying to make ends meet.


　　I was always noticed and there were whispers around the hall anytime I walked by.


　　I was seen and known as the weird girl.


　　None of those pairs of eyes that looked at me with disgust and mockery were enough to make me uncomfortable as much as the two pairs of eyes that trapped me in the spot I've been standing in.


　　This was scrutinizing and uncomfortable.


Chapter 112 The Library