Page 110 of Nanny to the Mafia


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I had to be relieved.

It was strange to see my phone in his rough hands. Opening my messages, he switched on the video again.

This time, I broke free, kicking away to the other side of the sofa. “What is wrong with you? I am not watching that crap again.”

“I am so sorry, mia cara, but I need to show you something.” He scooted towards me, playing the video.

I snapped my eyes closed. He must have put it on silent because I heard nothing. I didn’t think I could live through hearing all the groans and moans that would haunt me till I was buried six feet under.

“Open your eyes,” he said tightly.

I squinted them tighter.

“Fine. I’ll just have to fuck you then.”

My eyes flew open.

“So fucking predictable,” he muttered, playing the video. Thankfully, he paused it almost at the very beginning.

“Look at the image. Notice anything?”

“Other than your sexy ex-wife in our room?” I asked sweetly, earning myself a dark look.

“Where are your colourful cushions on the bed?” he asked, pointing towards the bed, which was clearly visible in the video.

I looked closely. “You probably moved them away.”

He inhaled deeply. “What about your sofa, then? And before you say I moved that away, do I really look like a man who is going to go to all that effort for a quick fuck?” I gasped at his crudeness. I eyed the video closely. The man had a point.

“Look at the date. It was after you bought the sofa. Can you remember? The video was altered.”

I studied him, scepticism overriding my feelings.

“This is an old video, mia cara. I stopped fucking Yuliya long before our divorce went through. This was one of the rare times I did. She fooled me into believing she was going to stop with her addiction, and I fell for it. I knew she liked to video things, and I let her once in a while. But this is an old film. I can show you the original if you want…”

“No.” I jumped off the sofa. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I don’t know why you are here. But this,” I pointed to him and me, “won’t work anymore.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

DIVYA

“Why the fuck not?” If looks could kill, his just stabbed a knife right through me.

“Win-win situation, right?” I said tightly. “You got what you wanted. Full custody and sex with me while it lasted. And I got…” I swallowed the spiked wrecking ball in my throat, blocking the way to my air pipes, “money. I’ll give Roberto the details to transfer it.”

“That’s all you want?”

He stood up, swallowing the distance between us, threatening me with the heat of his body. The ache to reach up and run my hand through his rough scruff was too heavy. So I took a few steps back. “Yes…” I faltered, averting my gaze and looking down at the hardwood flooring. There was a patch with a stain. “I would like to see Cora if you allow it…”

He closed the distance between us again. “Is that really all you want?”

“Yes.”

He glanced away, looking out through the windows on the side, his jaw stretched tight, a muscle ticking angrily. He was angry now. I knew that. That was the only emotion he ever showed me.

He caught me with his gaze again. Determination flashed on his face. “Why end it when the sex was good….” He advanced towards me, forcing me to entrap myself between the wall and… him. “It was beyond good.” He nuzzled his lips on my shoulder, giving a soft nip where my neck began, just the way I liked it. A shiver of a tingle spread up the back of my neck. “I would even say…it’s the best sex I ever had.”

Why does he have to make everything so damn difficult?

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