Page 15 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

“Sophie? Sophie, wake up! Sophie. It’s a dream. You’re okay. Wake up.”

I stare at the man carrying me out of the house.

Right as I open my eyes, the man’s face from my dream transitions to Matias. Unless, it was Matias who pulled me from the fire? That can’t be.

I scurry away from him until my back hits the headboard. I glance around, my breath coming out in rapid gasps. Matias holds up his hands, showing he means no harm. He still looks half asleep. His hair is messy and he’s shirtless. My eyes can’t help but wander down his chest. Dark hair covers his chest, trickling down his abs before disappearing into a faint line down his sweatpants.

He is the definition of sexy—no—hot—no—handsome.

All of the above. He is every single option.

“You were screaming, so I came in here to check on you. Are you okay?”

I hold a hand to my chest, my heart racing so fast, and I remind myself to take deeper breaths to calm down. My entire body is hot all over. Sweat dampens my pajamas and my scars under the long sleeves ache as if the burns just happened.

“I’m so sorry,” I croak. My throat is so dry, my voice rasps. “I didn’t mean to wake you up. Did I wake Ella? God, I feel so bad. I don’t typically have nightmares anymore.”

The bed dips from his weight. His voice drips with worry and I can’t help but feel butterflies flutter in my core. “Anymore? Did you use to? Don’t apologize. It’s okay. I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

I nod. “I’m fine.” I glance at the clock and groan when I see it’s three in the morning. “Oh my god, it’s so early. Mr. Milazzo—”

“—Matias,” he corrects.

“Matias,” I repeat. “Am I fired? I can’t promise it won’t happen again.”

He stands, heading to the corner where the mini-fridge is. He grabs a bottle, twists off the cap, and sets it on the nightstand.

“Drink.”

“I’m fine, Mr.—Matias. I’m fine.”

He snags the bottle, yanks my head back by gripping my hair, and my eyes widen at what he is doing.

“Open, Sweet Sophie,” he demands.

My mouth remains closed because I’m too shocked. My body ignites with lust. The valley between my thighs becomes hot and slick. My nipples bead at the rough treatment as he tugs my hair, forcing me to look up at him.

He sighs, tsking, and his thumb pressing against my bottom lip. “I said open, Sophie.” His thumb pushes between my lips. The pad of his finger rubs over my tongue, and I swear I hear him grunt. Matias pours the water into my mouth, and I guzzle it down, sighing when the cool liquid hits my throat.

Dying of thirst, I snatch the bottle from him, and guzzle it down.

His fingers relax on the hold they have in my hair and rub my scalp. “There you go. How about you get out of your pajamas and into new ones, then try to go back to sleep. If you need me, I’ll be in my room.”

There’s a part of me that doesn’t want him to leave. I feel safe. He’s made me feel calm with his radiating power and sincerity.

“That’s a good idea. I don’t know if I’ll be able to go back to sleep, so maybe I’ll just stay up and start working.”

“You will do no such thing. Your day doesn’t start until my daughter wakes up and it ends when she goes to bed. Okay?”

“But I’m a nanny for the entire house. I have more to do than that, Matias.”

“You’ll go back to sleep,” he growls in warning. “Understood?”

“Okay,” I relent, placing the empty bottle on the nightstand. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“Don’t ever apologize for having a nightmare, Sophie. I’ll be here when you do, though. Goodnight.”

“Night,” I whisper, locked in his stare and waiting for him to move.

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