My boss's kiss

I didn't answer him, I just kept it to myself. Everything seems to be warming me about my boss, including Dimitri. I wonder what it is but I'll find out. 

…

It had been over two hours now, so I got to rest at least. If getting an hour of sleep is equivalent to rest then I would call it that. 

I hear a knock on the door, it isn't rushed or hard like it used to be, it is rather soft. 

I step down from the bed, stretching like a cat waking up from a day’s nap. 

I'm wearing something comfy and not too revealing which means I can comfortably get the door. 

As soon as I open it, I see Raina, smiling gracefully like she always does. 

I shoot back a smile, motioning for her to come in but she softly declines my gestures. 

“Actually, I wanted to inform you about dinner. Can I set the table for you?” She asks, gesturing behind her. 

I rubbed my neck shyly, “Um, yes. I'm famished, I will come down soon. Thanks!” I snap thankfully as she wants away without looking back. 

I'm at peace knowing I don't have to face the boss soon. I mean, with all that has happened earlier, I would need a long break from catching a glimpse of him. 

Had the man not mistaken me for a certain ‘Sara’, maybe I would have been dead by now. 

He seemed deadly and particularly nice to ‘Sara’. Whoever she was, she bailed me out today. 

I slid my feet into my comfy, furry flip-flops, walking down the stairs, my mind fixated on the meal I was about to devour. 

Dimitri wouldn't have let me stop by a restaurant to eat something and so I didn't bother asking either. 

I sat by the table, the delicacy 's scent wafting into the air, my stomach churning impatiently. 

“Wow, Raina, you always outdo yourself. It smells very nice,” I say to her, a smile crawling up my lips. 

“Thank you, Miss May. Please, enjoy your meal…” she says to me and struts back into the kitchen. 

It is an Italian meal, the type I see on TV commercials. No wonder my boss kept her for years and I wonder if she's ever allowed to see her family. I mean, she's a woman too. Right?

I continue eating, savoring the tasty meal that makes me smile to myself. If only I could speak to my mother again but it has been a week since I spoke to her. I don't want to sound needy and ruin my chances of taking you here again even if my boss says I could speak to him if I wanted to speak with her. 

When I'm halfway through with the meal, I hear steady footsteps approaching my direction. 

My neck cranes to see whom. I'm met with Dimitri in a casual round neck T-shirt that's stuck to his body like a skin. 

I look away and focus on my meal but who am I kidding, he already caught me staring briefly at him. 

“Raina?” He calls out as the woman walks out of the kitchen to meet him. He sits next to me although we are one seat apart from each other. 

Works for me. 

“I would like to have what she's having, is that available?” He asks and she nods. 

“Of course, sir, I'll get some for you!” she says and walks away. 

I keep to myself, eating and drinking from  the white wine as well. 

“May, can we talk?” he asks and I nod. 

“Yes,” I add. 

Why is he being so nice? He never asks if we can talk or not. He commands me like he fucking created me or carried me for nice straight months. 

“About what you did today, it was remarkable. Whatever you did saved us a thousand bullets. The boss just called me and I think we have earned ourselves an ally,” he said. 

Whatever that meant, I did not care to know. 

“I didn't do anything,” I managed to say, my voice came out in a whisper.

“You did.” He pressed, his tone sharp and somewhat soft. 

By now, Raina dished him some food and asked if he needed something else but he said no. 

We are now alone, girls clanking against the ceramics, the atmosphere light and airy, a soft distant Italian music playing from the living room. I wondered why. The house is usually like a graveyard, and everyone was accustomed to only their duties and nothing else. 

As if the silence wasn't good enough, Dimitri cut in again. 

“The boss says you can take a day off tomorrow and maybe… video chat with your mother. He thinks you'd like that—”

“I would… love that,” I cut in gently, a smile covering my lips before I could compose myself. 

It was good that I didn't pressure them, that was wise of me, right? It shows that the boss knows it is important for me to speak with my mom. 

“He guessed right!” Dimitro says as a call enters, he peeks at his phone and back to me. “I have something…” he takes a pause and it is the first time that I see Dimitri hesitant about something he has to say. *Well, nevermind.” He says, rising to leave. “One more thing, do not leave the mansion. It is not safe out there.” He adds and I nod. 

Like I need hom to remind him, I tell myself. 

He walks off while I round up my meal. I'm full and I'm downing the content in my glass already.

I attempt to clear the table as Raina pulls off from nowhere and stops me. 

“Hey miss, don't worry, I'll handle everything…” she says and I nod forcefully. 

“I can really do them. I feel… useless around here. It's frustrating doing nothing but watching the news or those… telenovelas TV shows. I'm just… bored,” I explain, a kind of way of venting softly to get as she places a hand on my shoulder. 

“Alright dear. Maybe you can help me clean dishes then,” she says as I do a little joyful dance and head into the kitchen with her. 

Some minutes later, we are talking about the weather and a famous TV show that's been airing since I arrived at the mansion. She's a fan and I happen to be a fan since all I do is watch in my feet time. I miss checking my I*******m or partying with Daphne or taking a stroll, to say the very least.

“The boss's wife has only been here twice I think. First, it was when Daphne was two and the second was very recent. She hates it here and now it is no longer a secret that they are divorcing,” she says when I ask her how long she's known the boss’s wife. 

“Yes, it is no longer a secret!” I admit even if no one has directly told me so. “Alright, Raina, I think you should rest now. You've been… about the mansion doing the cleaning. Your back must hurt,” I tell her when I see her sitting on the stool beside the counter. 

“Oh dear, you're very persistent. I think you are worrying too much. I'm perfectly okay,” she says, sipping from the glass of water she had been drinking from.

I finally keep the silverwares in the cupboard and draw closer to her, feeling her temperature. She's not running a temperature but she's looking exhausted.

“How about you take a moment to rest, I will handle everything once the boss comes around,” I assure her, helping her up. When she tries to resist, I insist. I take her to her room to make sure that she's nicely tucked under sheets. 

“Thank you, May, your family must be lucky to have you…” she said with a smile. My mom is my only family and yeah, I am lucky to have her too. 

“Have a good night's rest, Raina!” I say to her and leave. I realize that she's already asleep, her light snores filling the room. 

She's very exhausted, I can tell. 

…

Once I'm back to the living room, I look around only to see those hefty guards planted at specific spots. I let out a sigh, frustrated about everything. 

My eyes land on the boss's portrait with Daphne but Madame C’s portrait isn't there. He's really run out of love for her, I tell myself. 

I start to worry if he's okay when the clock’s short hand hits 8 PM. 

Is he safe? Is he back home? Are there casualties? I start asking myself as if I should. 

Well, I need to know if my boss is okay. Heaven knows I care a lot for him more than I should. He is my boss, not just that, a Mafia boss at that , I remind myself. 

I drag myself upstairs making my way into my room but I meet a shocker. I see my boss sitting on the couch, drinking from a bottle of whiskey. 

I swallow heavily, my lids fluttering to be sure that it's him I'm seeing.

Before I can speak, he puts away the bottle and walks towards me, his lips crashing on mine. The need in action, the hunger, the longing hinting at something I haven't prepared.

I'm taking a moment to digest everything but his fingers are too swift to make me think for a moment or digest things. 

“I want you now, Raven!” He orders in a low growl.

His voice torn into a rough whisper filled with need, his bulge pulsating through his pants while his lip explore my body, pushing me to the nearest wall as he quickly takes off my top, my already hard nipple in his mouth while I let out a moan that's loud enough to make me reconsider screaming if he ever fucks me.

Honestly, what the fuck is happening right now? With my boss?