The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

Reflection

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Giovanni had many plans running through his head that day. He’d planned to make love to Jay until the early hours of the morning, both their bodies writhing in the act of lovemaking. But it came to a surprising halt when Jay suddenly fell asleep in his arms, like a comfortable wee baby in a cradle. Not to mention that she was on her period.

Fuck his plan! Fuck himself, too, because right now, he was so turned on, his cock was already standing at half-mast.

This girl was really playing with his heart and body. Then again, Jay wasn’t just any girl. She was his beloved. And she could do whatever the fuck she wanted with him. But what to do right now about the massive tent in his pants?

The thought of Bobby making out with his boyfriend, substituting said boyfriend’s face with Heath, had his cock deflating instantly.

Tugging Jenny into a comfortable position, he carried her like a precious bundle back into their penthouse on the top floor of the hotel, laying her ever so gently at the center of the king-size bed. He sat on the edge, watching her sleeping face and worrying himself silly.

Jay, his beloved, what the fuck was she thinking, drinking herself stupid like this? Did she think he would find her desirable if she got herself drunk? He might have to have a word with Kimberly about corrupting his girl.

Could she even drink, though? He’d never seen her drink before. She was so bloody innocent. His beloved had been a virgin, for fucking sake. No girl was a bloody virgin these days. Although it was pretty amusing seeing her drunk. She had been purring like a feline cat, nipping at his throat, wanting to get a good taste of him.

Jay shouldn’t let other people affect her self-esteem. What she verbalized was pure garbage. Comparing him to the sun, comparing herself to the Earth, saying how plain and boring she was, saying how they were not compatible because of their looks. Everything was just pure garbage. Didn’t he tell her that beauty was in the eye of the beholder? And to him, Jay was the embodiment of beauty. Yeah, she had freckles, but who wouldn’t find that adorable and cute.

A mafia like him, who oozed of danger, shouldn’t use the word cute in his vocabulary, but who fucking cared. Jay was adorable and cute, and if he had to choose between a sexy siren and an adorable, cute person like Jay, he would choose cute anytime of the day.

Thinking back to the dining table, he sensed she wasn’t comfortable in her surroundings. He saw her glance at Kimberly a few times. He hoped she didn’t think he found Kimberly desirable.

Fuck! Was that why she decided to drink herself silly? Did she even know Kimberly could never hold a torch to her?

Prior to meeting Jay, he had to admit Kimberly was hot as fuck, but she never really made his blood boil. But Jay. She did that. Especially to his cold heart. And that was what made her so special to him.

Never before had he felt this thrill running through his veins. She unleashed this pheromone that intoxicated him and consumed him, and he thought he could never live without her again. She completed him in ways no other woman had ever done before.

Did she know she was beautiful in his eyes?

Fuck! Bobby was right. Maybe all the name-calling, like coffee machine, had cemented those negative thoughts in her head. Of course, she would think she was undesirable and plain when he constantly called her coffee machine all the time. He was the one who had caused Jay to have these negative feelings.

This was all wrong. Jay was everything to him. No, she was more than everything to him. She was the oxygen he needed to survive. She was the heart he needed in order to stay alive. She was the soul that brought life into his being. Without her, he would be nothing but an empty cold shell.

Did she know how special she was to him?

Maybe he didn’t show her enough how special she was to him. Well, he had better show her, because to him, action spoke louder than words.

He got up, shifting his feet, and walked to the bathroom, bringing back a bowl of warm water and a cloth. He moved a chair, edging it beside the bed, sat, and dipped the cloth into the water, wiping away the dirt and makeup from his lover’s face.

She was sweaty from the musty air outside and her drunken state. She was already asleep; he hadn’t the heart to wake her up to wash herself. He did the deed for her, cleaning her up with the warm towel.

She had an innocent face without makeup. So delicate and youthful-looking. By blaming Kimberly for corrupting his lover, was that just his guilt speaking out loud? Because it was he, in fact, who had corrupted his lover. She was a young girl from nowhere, but he had brought her into his underworld, forcing her to wear makeup and clothes that she didn’t feel comfortable in, and pushing her to meet his friends. Was that who she wanted to be? Did she really want to be in his world?

What was her life like before coming into his world? Did she have friends, and what of her family now?

The thought of her family brought a sour taste to his mouth. Whatever happened in the future between them, he’d never wished for her fucking family to return. They had abandoned her, and he had saved her from the brink of poverty. Even if they were to offer him back that three million dollars in exchange for Jay, he would never give in. Because Jay was worth more than three million dollars. She was a true gift that her shitty family would never value. It was only a person like him who was capable of distinguishing this gift. She was the jewel among the rocks, his precious emerald stone.

After finishing cleansing her, he put the bowl away, took a shower, and settled down beside Jay in bed. He reached his arm out and positioned her at the crook of his neck. He closed his eyes, her breathing lulling him to sleep.

His lover was tired. It was his fault. He didn’t even give her time to rest since their arrival this morning. Instead, he took her straight to the salon, followed by a shopping trip, and then straight to their gathering.

He was such a bad lover. Maybe because he was too excited to show her off to his friends, he had neglected her essential need. He leaned in and kissed her forehead.

Tomorrow, he promised he’d be a better lover. Tomorrow, they’d go to the Flower Dome and Cloud Forest in Garden by the Bay. They’d enjoy the full day without any interruption, because Jay deserved all the happiness in the world, and he’d use whatever power he had to make it happen.