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No one dares to cross him, until one did, taking away his most beloved, Jenny Stone. They had kidnapped her. Jenny Stone I was his maid. I was his lover. But now, who am I? Jenny is in love with the billionaire mafia boss, Giovanni Dente.

The love he gave to her, the care he bestowed upon her. It was all like a sweet dream. But it really was a dream, because now she has to wake up and face reality. She was not the person Giovanni loved. She was not his Jennifer. Reality hit her like a punch to the gut. Is it too late to tell him she loves him?

Is it too late to make him love her? Amelia Stone Choices. Every choice leads to a consequence. This is now my new life.

And I must live with this consequence. Nikolas Lorenzo, head mafia of the Lorenzo Group. He barged. Each choice leads to a consequence. What would my consequence be if I choose to be his woman? Nikolas Lorenzo, billionaire of Lorenzo Corp. He used to be the man I despised.

Be prepared to meet your fate. Between working as his maid and brewing his coffee as payment for her father's three-million-dollar debt, Jenny finds she has to fight off his advances, using every skill she possesses not to be lured into his seductive trap.

But what could a poor student like her do when every touch and kisses Giovanni bestowed upon her has her craving for more? Jenny knows her defense is about to break down because this mafia boss is totally alluring. The Watty Awards. It was the size of our whole house. And when I saw his bed, I gaped. Is this how rich people live? With a king-size bed fit for a… well, king? I paced around the bed, mesmerized, feeling the soft fabric between my fingers. What a rich bastard.

I want to sleep on this bed, too. I mussed up your bed. He just observed me as if I were an object on display. He looked as if he were lost in another world altogether. Giovanni blinked, then shook his head. My bedroom. My legs are about to cave in already. What the hell is this? Why is he opening the door to the hallway closet? Get used to it. Why must he always be so dramatic when he enters and exits the room?

That Adonis with few words. Just wait. I grinned an evil smile. Giovanni felt his heart go into palpitations. It was weird. His heart never palpitated for anyone or anything. Not since that time twelve years ago when his heart had smiled that once at the taste of that bitter coffee. He smiled at that pleasant thought. His heart flip-flopped again.

It must be that instant coffee. He needed the real stuff. Where was that midget girl when he needed her? You know that collection report you were telling me about.

We missed one, a man from downtown. We need to collect money from him today if we want to meet our quota. I can smell it across the room. How many cups did Jay make for you? Where is she? Tell her I demand a flat white on my desk now.

It was the one place he never dared venture to. And for good reason, since he considered himself a clean freak. His right-hand man tended to forget the small details, which really peeved him big time.

Giovanni sank into the cushy chair as his underling disappeared out the door. Stupid old man. Now look where it got him. How long would his daughter stay under his charge to pay his debt?

The way she spoke, loud and rude, not even caring he was a mafia boss, really pissed him off. She looked so familiar somehow, like…. Giovanni strode to his bedroom on the second floor and stripped off his clothes, a snake shedding its skin, taking off one article of clothing at a time and scattering them all over the floor. Ah, fuck. There he went again. Thinking about her. He needed to stop this.

It must be the fucking weather. To fucking hot for spring. It was frying his brains. He needed to cool down. And fast. First a shower. Then coffee. In that order. Once completely naked, he walked to the ensuite bathroom and opened the door…. The clock on the wall read p. And the list just went on. Slap my ass. What a liar. My hands were already numb from mopping the floor. Thankfully, the last job on the list was to clean the bathroom.

I cringed. How many bathrooms are in this mansion? I doubted it. More like twenty. But no matter, I went in with renewed strength. This was my last job, after all, before I got to rest my feet. You can do this. It was only cleaning the bathroom. No big deal. I cleaned the bathroom all the time at home anyway. I was even faster than Amelia painting her nails. That was my initial thought anyway. Until I opened the door and a whiff of what smelled like rotten eggs and a three month-old fart bomb blasted me right in the face.

What a stink bomb! I stood surveying the site, pinching my nose. From the look of the tub, a herd of elephants had taken a dump in it. I worked hard and fast cleaning that bathroom. Sweat and grime poured off my body in buckets. In your dreams, Jenny. I rolled my eyes. Well, at least another ten minutes anyway.

I chuckled. I was almost finished. I did a jiggly dance at this thought. Sometimes I amazed myself at how quick and adaptable I was to new living environments.

Is that why Pa left me behind with the sharks instead of taking me with him? This thought suddenly depressed me. What the hell, Jenny? Get your head together. This is no time to mull over this problem. God, I stunk. Just like a skunk. No, wait, not like any normal skunk. I was the queen of all skunks.

Oh, how pathetic. I was losing my mind. I seriously needed a shower. Or a bath. And then food. I inched my way upstairs, back to my adorable, oh-so-cozy closet bedroom. Stripping myself of my soiled clothes, I donned a towel that I found in the back of my bedroom and made a mad race across the long hallway, eager to find a bathroom fit for the skunk queen from Brooklyn. Oh crap! Now what was I going to do? I needed to find a shower. I was literally naked beneath this towel.

What happened if that mafia guy saw me? I know where that was. But the probability of seeing more people would be higher if I showered there. Oh, what to do? Just then, a proverbial lightbulb lit above my head. Brilliant, Jenny. I remembered where that was. Next to my closet bedroom.

We were literally next-door neighbors. I grinned like the Cheshire cat. Five minutes, max. I opened it gently and quietly, slowly peeking between that small gap to check whether Adonis was in. I shrugged. Probably out and about doing whatever mafia stuff he did. Threatening people and criminal activities, I bet.

Not my problem and none of my concern if he got caught by the law. All the better for me for getting out of this debt earlier. I had more important issues to deal with. Like getting myself clean. Oh golly, it felt so damn good on my bottom.

But before anyone caught me, I jumped back up, giving the sheets an extra tight tug before making my way to the bathroom. Oh my Lord, I take back that thought. Is this guy a clean freak or what? Too clean. This bathroom was literally plucked from the top housing magazine.

I could literally see my face on every reflective surface, including the huge wall mirror attached to one side of the room. I looked at myself. My light-brown hair still stuck out on all ends. Sun-kissed freckles still scattered my nose, highlighting them even further against my ivory-pale skin. My eyes were still green. No, green is such a boring color. Emerald or jade would be more suited to describe my irises. My lips were red, full, and plump. I had natural beauty. And although I stood at five feet two, I considered myself model material.

I was slim, with the right amount of curves in all the right places. Definitely model material. Comparing me to a pig. Gosh, he was just too blind to see my real beauty. Well, just my luck, then. I was going to use his bathroom as revenge. Not waiting another second, I dropped my towel in eager anticipation. Turning on the hot shower, I slipped in, forgetting about my towel on the floor.

Oh my, this is pure heaven. Happiness right there in the shower. The water back home would run and stop, like there was a clot in the showerhead. Here, the spray came at just the right pressure, making my skin tingle in delight. I closed my eyes, feeling the weight of grime and stress draining off me. Holy cow.

Too much of his pheromones in the air, and now I was reacting to him by daydreaming of him in the shower? I blinked my eyes open, yet he was still there, his perfectly formed body on full display for me. I splashed water on my face and even scrubbed my eyes until I was all sore, but….

Oh crap. I was definitely not dreaming. Adonis was really there in his bedroom, stripping off his clothes slowly. I plastered my face against the glass, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt, like he was slowly unwrapping a Christmas present.

Each article he took off made my eyes bulge even farther out their sockets. Perfect chest, perfect abs, and perfect…. Giovanni did turn around, resulting in my heart going into arrhythmic mode. I had to remind myself to calm down and breathe. I felt something dripping down my chin.

Oh my gosh! I was drooling. I wiped my saliva and continued to stare at him, mesmerized and entranced at his beauty. He was seriously Adonis. Even down there. And then he had to walk into the bathroom, putting me into panic attack mode. I seized and shook in the shower. And I could already hear his footsteps approaching the bathroom. Luckily, this shower was very high-tech.

It had one of those technology thingybobs, whereby I could just push a button and the glass wall frosted up. And that was what I did. My once translucent glass wall was now opaque.

Now I had to rely on my hearing alone. I pressed my ear to the wall, not hearing anything. Had he gone back to his bedroom again? I opened the shower door slowly to check and—.

Giovanni was coming back in the bathroom. My arms reacted faster than my brain, jerking the door shut quick enough that it slammed into my nose. Now my nose was like Rudolph the reindeer, except this was no happy reindeer; this was pure misery times ten. I had to clamp my mouth shut to stop my banshee scream from escaping my lips.

Giovanni must have heard my wee tweet, because his footsteps approached the shower stall faster than lightning and he started rattling the door. I freaked out and jumped to tug at the door handle myself, closing it in time before he could pull it open.

Now both of us were playing a game of tug-of-war, with Giovanni trying to pull open the door while I was trying my best to keep it closed. He was strong, but I was adamant. He might have the strength of a full-grown man with testosterone that whipped at my senses and made me drool, but no way was I letting him open that door.

I was naked. Who knew? He might even want to sleep with me after seeing my sexy body. I was a virgin, thank you very much. And I was very happy to stay that way. Until I found the guy I loved. And this mafia boss—nope, not the one for me. I shivered under my naked skin. Not because I was cold. Oh no. Because I was so freaked out.

I could feel his anger radiating off him in just his voice alone. No amount of coffee skill could save me now. So I hung tight with my plan. Hold on to that door handle for dear life. I heard receding footsteps. I knew he must have gone to bark at Bobby. I quickly yanked myself out of the shower stall, grabbed my towel off the floor, thanking the Lord on the way for giving me this golden opportunity to escape, and then ran for my life, almost reaching the sanctuary of my closet bedroom when—.

Holy crap! Giovanni called my name. I cringed when I saw him. He was a pure devil from hell, out to carve out my thumping heart. Black hair, black pupils, and hot tanned skin. I smiled at him timidly, staring up at his tall stature. Fancy seeing you in the hallway. Just had a shower. As you can see right here. But why oh why did I mention I had a shower? Giovanni stared me up and down, his eyes eating up every inch of my skin, making my whole body heat in a foreign way.

I felt something warm and hot constricting at the pit of my belly. What reason do you have to be nervous? I held the towel to cover up my beautiful assets.

How old are you? Crap, my heart is going into palpitation mode again. Get dressed and come downstairs. I want my flat white after my shower. And make that quick, chessboard. Undeveloped child. And thankfully, I was able to escape to my closet with no further disruption. But by the time I got there, I was struggling for breath. Holy Lord, help me.

That encounter with Adonis almost caused me to have a heart attack. Never again would I share the same bathroom as that Greek god.

As soon as I got downstairs, I was hit with a bunch of requests from all four corners. And make that swan on it too. I like it. Very whiny. I turned toward him by instinct and almost drooled again. What was up with this mafia boss? Was he trying to show off his full spring collection in his wardrobe? I stood there staring at the chaos. What just happened? Did I hear that right? Giovanni wanted me to go with those guys to do mafia jobs.