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Suddenly, the nerves built. This was it. After this, I will no longer be a virgin. I will be changed. He hesitated as he looked into my eyes, and I saw the doubt in his own. This was his first time too. I lifted my head to meet his lips and kissed him softly, showing him I was ready. He inched himself into me and the feeling felt so overwhelming. I felt so full, and it hurt. Hurt like hell! I winced into our kiss, and he pulled back to look at me with concern.
“It’s okay! I’m okay, just go slowly to start with,” I rushed, and he nodded. His face scrunched up in pleasure as he pushed himself a little further in and held himself there, letting me get used to the sensation. I wasn’t sure if he was fully in yet but I felt like I was going to snap in half if he went any further. But he did. And then he was completely inside me. I cried out at the pain, but as he slowly pulled out and pushed back in, it started to subside. Instead, it started to feel good. Sore but good.
“Oh my god Liv,” he breathed through his slow thrusts, and my chest swelled with pride. I wasn’t even doing anything, but the pleasure on his face was amazing. He started to quicken his pace a little and I gripped his shoulders and moaned as the feel of him moving in and out of me, started to really make my body tense in the most delicious way. I closed my eyes and got lost in the feelings as I moaned and cried out like I’d seen them do in porn films. Suddenly, he stopped.
My eyes snapped open and my heart raced as I looked into his wide eyes that were laced with fear. His face was slowly turning red as if he couldn’t breathe and that’s when my world froze. I glanced over his shoulder at the figure who loomed over us, his face almost unrecognisable as it twisted with evil intent.Henry.
I watched in horror as he pulled the knife out from Nate’s back, only to ruthlessly stab him again. My eyes widened and I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. I had lost all ability to do anything. All I could do was stare into Nate’s haunted eyes as he was stabbed repeatedly by my stepbrother. Nate’s body fell on top of mine as he passed out and the blood started running down his back onto the bed. I looked up at the sweaty face of his killer and he locked eyes with me.
“Look what you made me do, Livvy,” he snarled, before turning and fleeing the room, the bloody knife in hand.
And that’s when reality hit me. And I screamed.
Olivia Bennett…I Mean Jones
Five years later…
Checking the address on the small piece of paper again, my face scrunched up in confusion as I peered through the grand, iron gates. This cannot be right. Giulia must be playing a prank on me. There is no way I am in the right place.
Pulling out the old school Nokia phone and clicking on one of the three numbers I had saved on it; I called my new Italian roommate to give her an earful for wasting my time.
“Ciao Liv, are you done already?”
“No, I haven’t even been in! Are you joking with this address? I can’t even see the house; the drive is so fricking long! It’s like royalty are living here or something!” I stood up on my toes to glance over the gate to get a better look. Only luscious lawns and trees were in sight. It looked like some kind of health spa hotel from back home.
“Well, the Buccini family are very wealthy, so I expect you are in the right place. I mean, what unemployed woman needs a full-time nanny if she isn’t filthy rich?” Giulia chirped down the phone, and I frowned.
“I’m not sure about this anymore. I am not dressed for an interview with the rich and famous!” I glanced down at my informal outfit choice of a lemon and navy-blue summer dress that had huge sunflowers all over it and a white-washed denim jacket. I thought I was just coming to a modest, little Italian family's house for an informal interview as their nanny.
“Liv! You need this job! I love you but I cannot sit back and watch you eat those hideous microwave things any longer. You are in Italy, my love! You need to live it to experience its true beauty! And to do that you need money! And this job pays really well!”
I sighed as I pushed one strand of my dark hair behind my ear that had fallen out of the messy bird’s nest of a bun on top of my head. She was right. I really did need the money and on paper this job sounded too good to be true.
Two children. Six and four years old. A boy and a girl, needing homeschooling and wrap-around care. And the bonus, they wanted English-speaking applicants. Well, I had that covered. I was born and raised in England.
“Okay. Okay. I’ll see you later. Wish me luck!”
“Good luck, Livvy! Ciao!” I heard her loud smacking lips sending me air kisses through the phone before she hung up, but hearing that nickname still sent a shiver down my spine. I hated being called that. It reminded me ofhim.
I had only known Giulia for a few weeks, but we had quickly hit it off and become good friends. Something I desperately needed when I stepped off the plane into a foreign country where I didn’t know a soul. She was positive, intimidatingly confident and a little bitchy, which I liked. She reminded me so much of Millie and my heart ached. Gigi had quickly taken me under her wing and showed me the authentic side of Verona and managed to secure me with this interview. Her brother’s girlfriend works as their cleaner and had mentioned to her that they were rehiring a nanny. Everyone seemed to know everyone in this town, and I loved the support they all had for each other. Most of the Italians I had met so far were nothing but warm and welcoming and I knew I had picked the right place to hide from my dark past.
I nervously pressed the modern intercom button on the stone wall next to the gate and was surprised to see my reflection staring back at me on a built -in TV screen. I quickly checked my newly dyed chocolate brown hair, trying to tame any of those pesky wisps that were sticking out by my ears before moving onto my teeth. I had just eaten, and I really did not want the embarrassment of showing them what I might have had for lunch.
“Si?” A loud male voice boomed through the speaker, causing me to jump back and my face to flame, knowing he probably caught me on camera.
“Oh…er…Ciao…er…I…E sono qui in orario per il colloquio,” I cringed at my terrible attempt to tell him that I was here for the interview from my handy little translation book.
“Come si Chiama?” The voice replied and I scrambled through the pocket-sized lifeline for a translation. “Ciao?” His tone was impatient, and I slammed the book shut in a fluster as I felt sweat starting to build on my brows.
“Er. Yes. I am still here. I’m sorry I don’t speak Italian. My name is Olivia Benn- I mean Jones and I am here for the nanny position.”
There was a long pause and I glanced down the isolated road as the nerves started to build. This was a disaster already. I could still make a run for it. I am wearing my converse high tops so I am sure I could get away before the gate opens and…
BUZZ!
The automatic gate started to pull open slowly and I jumped back. Shit. Looks like I am going through with this after all. Stepping over the threshold, I was met with a long, winding road framed with towering greenery all the way up. A black car suddenly appeared, speeding towards me and I leapt onto the neatly mowed lawn to get out of its way. My mouth hung open when I realised it was a Bentley and had pulled to a stop next to me. A smartly dressed man climbed out and opened the back door for me.
“Ciao Ms Jones. I will escort you to the house,” he greeted me formally with a thick Italian accent. My eyes widened slightly as I looked up the never-ending driveway and back at the car. I forced a small smile on my face and nodded at the man before scrambling onto the luxurious cream seats. He started up the engine and did a quick U-turn at the gate before zooming back up the driveway at an insane speed. I peered out the window as tennis courts, an Olympic-sized swimming pool and horse stables as well as an enormous garage made of glass that housed nearly every luxury car on display inside, blurred past me. This was not just filthy rich. This was something else.
