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Chapter Four Alessandro. (We shall see) I lazily flipped through the pages of the file in front of me. Sebastian had run a full background check on the new nanny. There was nothing catchy or interesting about this girl. She had been fired from her previous jobs for different reasons. That was suspicious. She had two best friends and has no close family members. She lost her father recently and lived alone. No current boyfriend or ex boyfriend. No record of any relationship. No wonder she reacted that way to breastfeeding my son. Everything about this girl puzzled me. She almost irritated me actually, with that blond hair and shy attitude. If not that Matteo seemed relaxed with her, I would have deemed her totally useless and unfit for the job. I would just have to wait and see how this journey goes. Victoria I was currently packing up my clothes and stuff I'd need for my new job. Mr Rossi said he needed me there 24/7 all the time. He must really love his baby, I thought. “Take the blue one, it's sexier”. I had forgotten that Grace and Simon were here. I threw Grace a weird look before replying. “I'm there to work you know”. I was packing my nightgown into my box. “Shut up Grace, she's not even his type”. Simon responded from the couch. Ouch. “So I'm not pretty enough to catch the eye of a wealthy man?”. I asked him while flipping my hair to the side, trying to look seductive. Simon's eyes darken before he looks away still typing away on his phone. Grace nudges him by the side. “Victoria is a beautiful woman, shut up Simon”. “Yeah she is, but he's a billionaire who I'm sure is into more surgically enhanced bodies and stuff. Vicky is not that endowed we all know”. He said the last part, winking and looking at my chest. “You pervert!”. I crossed my hand over my chest and threw my pillow at him. “Get out Simon!” Grace screeched pointing her manicured finger towards the door. “FYI Simon, if he wanted me to breastfeed his baby he must have loved my goodies”. I finished off by gesturing to my chest. “No way!”. Grace laughed while covering her mouth. “Eww”. Simon looked genuinely disgusted. “Shush” My phone rang and I looked at the lit up screen. “Shit! It's Mr Rossi”. I had forgotten I needed to be early. “He has your number?” Simon quizzed as Grace slapped him over the head. “Shush, he's her boss”. Grace said, playing her index finger on her lips. “Miss Abbot?”. His rich deep voice came over the line. “Sir?” “You're late Miss Abbot, my son needs you”. “I'm so sorry sir, I'm on my way”. The line just went dead. “That was intense”. Grace breathed out “He's just another rich asshole”. Simon said, rolling his eyes. “I'm so sorry guys, I have to be at the mansion soon”. —-------------- I walked into the hall in the mansion dragging my suitcase along. There was nobody in sight. I could hear light singing from the kitchen, so I left my luggage in the hall and carefully made my way into the kitchen. “Hello?” An older woman turned, startled at the sound of my voice. “Hi, I'm Victoria the new nanny”. I stretched my hand out for a handshake. The old lady looked at me for a while before her lips stretched out into a wide smile and she enveloped me in a warm hug. “Hello dear, I'm Mary the cook”. She said while rubbing my back kindly. “Nice to meet you, Miss Mary”. I said shyly. “Nonsense child, call me Mary”. “Okay” “Are you just arriving?” “Yes” “Let me take you to your room” “Uhmmm, Mary, can I see Mr Rossi first?”. I said playing with the fraying end of my worn out sweater. “Sure dear, just take the stairs, walk down the hall and knock on the last door on the left”. I tried to remember the directions. “Thank you”. “I'll just take your things up to your room, it's right in front of the nursery next to Mr Rossi's”. My steps halted at the last statement. “It's next to Mr Rossi's?” “Yes dear, you see Mr Rossi's room is right in front of the nursery so it's easier for him to check on the baby, and since you're the nanny, he ordered we prepare the room next to the young master's”. She finished off, drying her hand with a towel and removing her apron. “Okay”. I continued on my journey to Mr Rossi's office. I managed to find my way to the huge mahogany door I've been in before. I raised my hand and knocked. “Come in”. He sounded angry. I walked in to find the cutest scene I have ever seen. Mr Rossi sat on the couch in his office reading a book while the baby laid face down on his thighs sleeping. I took notice of their appearance. Mr Rossi only had sweatpants on, he didn't have a shirt on while the baby was sleeping in his onesie. I averted my eyes from my boss’ naked chest. “Are you going to stand there mutely for the rest of the day, you might as well leave”. At this point, Mr Rossi looked like he would have blown my head off if he had a gun, thank God he was an upright businessman and not a thug. “I'm so sorry sir for the lateness, I completely lost track of time”. I approached them carefully. He still eyed me with apprehension, he must really hate me. I didn't like the way this man looked at me. “You can take him, be careful, he's been crying since morning and just fell asleep not too long ago”. He closed the book as I slowly and carefully carried the baby. He got up and I forced my eyes to stay on his face but I failed miserably. His body was incredible. He was very fit and toned. My eyes looked over every tattoo that graced his fabulous body. He had what looked like the wings of a phoenix drawn on his back covering almost every inch of his back. His chest had the word “DIAVOLO” written boldly on it. The tattoo sitting on his chest written in red ink, looked very scary. I looked over at the other little tattoos littered over his body. His naked skin looked like a canvas for a psychotic artist. It's a good thing he wore shirts and suits to work else he would have looked nothing like an upright businessman. I looked at his back as he arranged stuff on his desk and something occurred to me, it's midday and he was at home. The baby must have made him miss work. I felt really bad, this was my fault. “Can I help you with anything else, miss Abbot?”. His gruff voice snapped me out of my trance. I looked up at him as he stood with his arms folded over his chest which made his muscles bulge out. “Uhh uhhh no–nothing sir”. He arched a brow at me and gestured at the door with his head. I was so embarrassed, this man would not hesitate to throw me out if I ever acted unprofessionally with him. “I'll leave now”. “As you should miss Abbot”. Yikes………(NFTMB)Chapter 62Victoria(Kiss My Feet)I'm doomed. I'm done for. He had caught me and I know I can't escape from this. What kind of life of pain and misery is this?What did I do to deserve something like this? Was I always going to live my life begging for his forgiveness all the time?I didn't know that he had people follow me and neither did I suspect that they had taken such damning and implicating pictures of Leonard and I. This is all Leonard's fault. After the time I requested he drive me back to where the driver left me, Leonard apologized for butting into my and Alessandro's affairs. When we arrived at the park where the driver was meant to pick me up from and take me back home, I had tripped on a carelessly placed toy in the park belonging to a child. Who the hell leaves their child's toy at the park? What sort of stuff happens in New York? This could cause an accident and a lot of harm to people. I was scared that I was going to fall and possibly hurt my baby bu
(NFTMB)Chapter 61Alessandro (His Fifteenth)I had always known who I was and what I was meant for. So much more than regular. I knew what I signified in my family and in society in general. Nicholas Rossi, my father would always tell me that as the firstborn child and firstborn son, that I was invincible, untouchable and indestructible. He made me believe that I was a god. He drilled it into my head that I was the price. Besides, I was what he prayed for in a child even though I ultimately sent him to his early grave. He told me countless times that the world was just beneath my feet and that being born into his family wasn't only a wake up call to the numerous responsibilities placed upon my shoulders since birth, he made me see it as a gift. I was on top of the world. Nicholas Rossi ruled the world during his own time as Don and now that it is my own turn to be Don, the world was my fucking oyster. I owned that shit. It was mine to do with as I pleased. Right from a very
(NFTMB)Chapter 60Alessandro (I'll Make You See)Rage. Pure Rage. Absolute and Uncontrollable Rage.That was all I felt and nothing else. I needed to release my frustrations. I needed to ease my anger. I need to hit something to feel something. PainThat was why I was currently punching the fuck out of the punching bag in my gym. Amara doesn't do it for me anymore. I tried and it just wasn't working. I wasn't feeling it and I wasn't feeling her anymore. Victoria is the cause of all this and she is definitely going to pay for it. Big time. The tablet in front of me was my only way of knowing what goes on in this house, at every moment and in every corner.I am watching. At all times. Even as I was in the gym I still had it propped up on the treadmill. I can't take my eyes off even for a second. The minute I take my eyes off of the screen, things will begin to go wrong and I hate that. I am supposed to be in control at all times. I hadn't even noticed Victoria and Valenti
(NFTMB)Chapter 59Victoria (A Mother And Her Baby)“No, stop that!”. I laughed as I playfully shoved Leonard who was staring at me continuously with his chin in his hands. “I can stare at your beautiful face all day without food and be satisfied”. He said but still never took his eyes off of me. This is making me very very shy. I can't even concentrate on my food. “Thanks for the compliment, Leonard but stop staring now. You're making me feel embarrassed”. I said while trying to hide my blush. “I don't care. We humans are meant to stop and stare whenever we see something beautiful. It's human nature and right now I'm just doing what's in my DNA”“Alright, that's enough. I've heard you now, Leonard please stop it”“No”“Stop it or else I'm leaving”. “And going back to your baby's father? You know he's no fun”.One way to spoil my mood is to bring up Alessandro and that's just what happened now. My mood went down like a hundred and eighty degrees. He noticed my mood and knew he
(NFTMB)Chapter 58Alessandro (Five Hundred Ways To Kill You)World stop. That was what it felt like with Niccolo's reaction to my shocking news. I don't blame him though. He ought to feel that way. It's a tough news to bear. Even I myself when caught on my worst days would take a moment to sink everything in.“What?”He was still reeling from the information, still going round it in his mind. Even his body language was in accord. He has been clenching and unclenching his fist. “Yes. Fabiano must have promised to be her sponsor. He must have made her shiny promises to make her a star”“But I told her I would do that for her”. He muttered to himself. It made me sick to see the amount of stupidity Niccolo had been swimming in all because of a girl anybody can have. That's true. I had caught her making lusty eyes at me and that's all the more reason why I hated her as much as I did. It's not a matter of what Niccolo can do for her, rather it's a case of she can't keep it in her
(NFTMB)Chapter 57Alessandro (Las Vegas)I watched through the screen as Victoria alighted from the car with a wide smile on her lips as she told something to the driver, maybe the time to pick her up. He nodded at her before she stood, watched and waved at him as he drove off.She extracted her phone from her purse before excitedly calling someone up. I can sense her joy from here. I can make out her lips moving but I can't make out her words due to the distance between the camera and her. She proceeded to sit on the bench and wait excitedly for whoever she was meeting as she placed her hand protectively over her stomach. Most times she would lean towards her stomach and talk to our child, I guess?That would be a strange thing to do since the little bun can't hear or talk back but then again it was exactly what she was doing. Talking to our baby. This is the first time I've referred to it as that. It's mine and hers. It felt good to acknowledge that. We made that together.







