The Mafia's Nanny (SPG)

WARNINGThis story contains mature, sensitive, and explicit content unsuitable for young or sensitive readers. Reader discretion is advised.MARIMAR OQUENDO’S POINT OF VIEW“W-Wait, Levi! A-Ah!” I groaned as his hands suddenly closed around my full breasts.Without warning, he pulled down my top, baring my chest to him—my peaks already hardened and standing taut. His blue eyes went wide, and he clapped his hands together.“Yay! Cocomelon!” he said, as he began to play with it, gently squeezing and jiggling my breasts.I bit my lower lip and watched the well-built man above me—his form like that of a Greek God. I sat leaning against the headboard while he hovered over me, and a flood of questions raced through my mind.What kind of job had I gotten myself into? Why did everything always end up like this? Was this really the work that would bring me fortune, Lord?“U-Uh!” I gasped as his mouth suddenly closed around one hardened nipple. He swirled his tongue over it and lightly nipped a

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“What? You’re so slow, Mara! My friend has been waiting for ages. You’re always acting so high and mighty, you little brat!”I heaved a long sigh as Aunt Cris’s booming voice thundered through the house. Why did my aunt have to be this way? She was infuriating. I had been so close to finally relieving myself moments ago, but her shouting had startled me right back.“Auntie just can’t wait a minute! Now I can’t go—my bowels were ready to move before she started yelling!” I shouted back before hurrying to the bathroom.“I think this will be the last time I’ll ever use you,” I said to the clean toilet bowl, pointing at it. “I hope their toilet at that mansion is decent. What if I get homesick and can’t go at all?”At Aunt Cris’s insistence—and mine as well—I was about to venture to her friend’s supposed mansion. The twenty-thousand peso monthly salary was more than decent; it would make perfect seed money for my business.I grabbed the bag I had packed the

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of ViewI lost my family when I was eighteen years old. I still remember how unbearable the pain was back then. I nearly lost my mind and sense of reason, not knowing what to do after it happened.I can still picture the flames raging before me, blazing fiercely as if they meant to bar me from our street.Yes… it was painful. The most agonizing and traumatic day of my life.Seven years ago…“Wake up, Mara!” My mother’s loud voice pulled me from sleep each morning, even when I wanted nothing more than to stay in bed. I remember how she would tap my cheek every day, almost as if she might slap me just to rouse me fully.“Good heavens, Marimar! Get up now, child—it’s eight o’clock already!” she called again.Of course, the moment I heard the time I shot up faster than lightning. Good grief! I was so late!I moved quicker than the Flash from marvels himself. A shower that should have taken ten minutes was done in five. I dressed in a rush and headed to our small k

WARNING: This chapter contains mature and sexual contents that's not suitable for young readers. Read at your own risks.Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“N-nanny!”I snapped back to my senses when I heard Levi’s strained voice again. I looked at his face, unable to make out what expression he wore.I straightened up, my gaze darting between his face and his midsection. My heart hammered against my ribs, and my mind struggled to process what I was seeing.Oh no! He needs help—good God! Is this part of my job? How am I supposed to calm him down, for heaven’s sake! I’ve never had a boyfriend in my life. I love pandesal, sure, but I’ve never graduated to being fond of jumbo hotdogs!“O-ouch… it hurts now… nanny! Huhu.” I squeezed my eyes shut as he gripped his long, thick, veiny—Jumbo! Jumbo hotdog! Lord have mercy.I scrambled forward when I saw tears welling in his eyes. I was still soaked from the running shower behind us. I approached him but had no idea what to do next.“Nanny!” he c

Marimar Oquendo’s Point of View“Nannyyy! Let’s go there! There! Milk! Milk! Milk!”I felt like a wilted flower as Levi dragged me through the mall. An hour had passed, but my mind was still reeling from the morning’s chaos—from the breakfast combo that turned my world upside down to the stares and whispers we’d just endured.Seriously? We get called indecent just because he pointed at my chest in public. Okay, fine—maybe it was a little inappropriate. But can’t people tell something’s not quite right with him?My face was twisted in a scowl as I let him pull me along, but it softened the longer I looked at him. From the outside, he looks like any other handsome, built man—grinning as he tugs me forward, full of energy.Anyone would be shocked to see a guy like him act that way in public. You’d never guess there’s something off unless you really watch him—his movements, his words, they just don’t match his looks.I found myself smiling back at him. Who would’ve thought I’d get to hold