Page 45 of Nanny's Baby for the Italian Mafia Boss

My heart started to pound with excitement and hope for the future. I started to like him more than I told myself I’d allow. He made it so damn easy. He was perfect in every way. He always did and said the right things.

Then, on top of it all, he was gentle last night, caring, and thoughtful, and it ended up being the best night of my life.

Which is why I slid out of bed, got dressed, and decided to go for a walk around the compound.

It’s how I find myself now, hiking through the woods behind the house, and stopping at a cliff that has a gorgeous view of the city.

“Wow,” I whisper in awe, wondering what it’s like to have so much money that you can literally look down at the city on days you despise it.

Checking the time, I know I have to get back since Ella is about to wake up. Going back inside that house after what happened last night terrifies me. What if he regrets it? What if he doesn’t even look at me? What if that was his plan all along? To get me in bed and make me fall for him.

What if I lose my job?

There has to be a way to fix this situation.

I shouldn’t have snuck out of bed earlier. I should have been an adult and talked to him about what this meant. It won’t be as simple as me being a nanny and him being my boss. Not when I know how his cock looks, how long and thick it is, and how he truly knows how to use it.

“Jesus.” I place my hand on the back of my neck, stretching it when a rush of heat takes over my body.

I’ve seen a man’s cock before. Plenty of times with a few of the guys I dated. Matias’s is different. Just like his presence, his energy, his power, of course, his cock would match. It stood straight, without a curve. A thick crown and a wide shaft. I still can’t believe he fit inside me, but he made sure I was ready.

He deserves better. He treated me like a queen last night and I returned his kindness by making him feel like a one-night stand. If he cares. He probably doesn’t because he’s used to having sex with so many women. How many virginities has he taken?

And why does that thought infuriate me?

The idea of him with any other woman has jealousy rearing its ugly head. I have no claim to him, no matter what he said last night. The one thing I can do is apologize. I’m a grown woman. There’s no reason for me to run away from an evening that was that amazing.

“Okay, just go back,” I say to myself, taking one last look of the beautiful view of all the tall city buildings.

My shoe slides across the dirt as I gather the strength to turn around, but I wait, kicking myself in the ass for not being stronger, to face the music.

It was just sex.

“Ms. Matthews.”

I scream, spinning around so fast, my mind going into fight mode, that I rear my arm back and throw a punch. My fist connects to the man’s cheek.

“Oh my god!” I shout in horror. “Gianni. I’m so sorry. Oh god, are you okay?” I rush to him, placing my hand on his shoulder as he rubs his jaw. “I reacted. I wasn’t thinking. I was in my head. I am so sorry.”

He rubs his cheek then spits out a wad of blood.

“I made you bleed!” I get lightheaded, thinking about the consequences of hurting someone in the mafia. “Are you going to throw me over the cliff now?” my voice cracks from fear. “Or something horrific involving death? I really am sorry. Gianni, I—”

He cuts me off by grabbing my biceps.

I squeeze my eyes shut, waiting to be thrown in the air and over the cliff to fall to my death.

“Sophie. Open your eyes.”

I shake my head. “I don’t want to see my surroundings as I fall through the air. Just do it.”

He chuckles, giving me a slight shake. “Look at me.”

I peek one eye open. When I see him smiling, I relax.

A little.

I open the other eye, my gaze falling to the slightly red patch on his cheek that I left. My eyes begin to burn from fear, embarrassment, and shame. My bottle lip begins to tremble.

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