All Chapters of Girl, You Slept with the Don: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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Chapter 11 I Want You Now

"Is this far enough?"That voice—low, cold—snapped me out of it.My face went nuclear. I wanted to grab a scalpel and just end it.I'd just zoned out—in front of a patient.Snapped a smile into place. "Sir, I was silently praying I'd nail this bandage. We take your care real serious here."Total BS, but whatever. That's part of the job.Took a breath. Reset.The second I picked up the cotton swab, muscle memory kicked in.Even when his warm, masculine scent brushed my cheek, I locked in—tuned everything else out.Five minutes.That's all it took for a clean, flawless wrap.As I bit the gauze to tear it, I swore I heard him sigh—soft, almost... disappointed?I glanced up, startled—and met those same cold, unreadable eyes."Don't use that technique on anyone else," Lysandro said, narrowing his gaze."What?" I blinked.He shifted slightly. "Nothing. It's unprofessional."Mentally flipped him off.If his guys hadn't taken my scissors, I wouldn't have had to use my teeth.

Chapter 12 The Deal's Already Made

I bolted for the door.Lysandro didn't flinch. Calm as hell, he closed the gap in three strides.He caught my wrist and slammed me back against the wall. His eyes? Pure fire."I don't care if you're a doctor or a waitress. I just know I wanna fuck you. Now."His bluntness hit like a punch. My nerves spiked—because I knew damn well he could.If he stripped me right here in the VIP suite, no one would dare say a word.But I wasn't gonna let that happen.I was a doctor. I had rules.My voice cracked. "No. Not here."He didn't even blink. To him, I probably looked like I was flirting.Then his hand slid under my skirt, rubbing me through my underwear.My whole body jolted. My head dropped back, unthinking.His nose skimmed mine. His breath—hot, close, too much.I fought to hold it together—But the heat between my legs gave me away, soaking through way too fast.No. No way I was letting this happen.Every inch of my training screamed at me. I shoved him off, cheeks burning,

Chapter 13 This Is Your Payment

The second Lysandro's fingers slipped inside me, my head dropped back and a moan escaped.That night kept looping in my head—his rough breathing, the mix of his cologne and my jasmine, the heat when he pushed into me...My thighs clenched on instinct.But I couldn't. I really couldn't. Every nerve in my brain was screaming."Please..." I sobbed. "Not here.""Want the operating table instead?" he said, eyes lit with fire that wouldn't quit.God. Damn him. One look into those eyes and my no just... evaporated.By the time I snapped out of it, he had me pinned against a surgical table near the window.He grabbed a pair of gloves off the tray, voice dipping low. "You up for an internal exam, gattina?"I shook my head hard, tried to get up—But my legs were jelly. I was already dripping onto the metal. I pushed up with both hands, shaking, but couldn't even stand.What the hell kind of spell did this man have over me?Tears burned down my cheeks. I hated this. Hated myself.If

Chapter 14 Five Million Investment

The VIP suite dropped into silence.Outside, I caught the muffled sound of doctors and nurses sweet-talking Lysandro out the door.I just stood there, staring at the check like it burned.What the hell was this?Did he seriously think I was some girl you could just buy off after a night?The humiliation hit like a punch to the gut. I felt sick for ever catching feelings.'Get a grip, Gaia. You're acting like a desperate slut.'My hands shook as I ripped the check into pieces. "Screw your mansion. I'm not for sale. I'm not going."I dumped the shredded mess into the trash and yanked the door open.Outside, my coworkers stared at me.My heart dropped.Oh God. Did they know what happened in there?Fiona rushed over and grabbed my hand. "Sweetheart, are you okay? Did Mr. Godino give you any trouble?"I swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of how furious I must've looked. I forced my voice steady. "Yeah, he's... really particular. He even corrected how I wrapped his bandage."

Chapter 15 Outta My Damn Mind

Lysandro's POVI had to be outta my damn mind.The second Catello said Gaia was working at Yannon Memorial Hospital, I knew I had to see her.Yeah, even after a few days to cool off, I still couldn't get her outta my head.Tried distracting myself—brought three women to the villa. But the minute their clothes hit the floor—all perfume and heavy makeup—I felt sick.Kicked them out. All three. Didn't lay a finger on them.All I could see was her. Gaia. Sweet and sinful, all wrapped in one.But I couldn't just stroll into a hospital unannounced. That'd be idiota-level reckless.Last night, I lost it. Ended up jerking off in the shower to the memory of her. Came hard, staring at myself in the mirror like a lunatico. Then I punched it. Glass everywhere. Sliced my arm open.Boom—now I had a reason to show up at Yannon Memorial. For stitches.Still ridiculous. So, on the drive over, I told Catello to pull the hospital's file. I wanted leverage. Some excuse to make it official.My b

Chapter 16 Signing the Waiver

Gaia's POVI dragged myself into the rental, dead tired.It was already nine.One look at the wall clock and my brain short-circuited. That check. That damn offer. His voice slammed back into my head—"Be at my mansion. Eight sharp."A whole month. For sex.Those emerald eyes.That body—straight outta Greek mythology. Ripped abs, cut V-line, legs like a pro fighter...My throat went dry. My thighs clenched without permission.Then I slapped myself. Hard."Pull it together, Gaia. He's your ex's dad. A literal mafia boss. Just a one-night mistake you grabbed at a bar while drunk and pissed. And worst of all? He tried to buy you."I dropped onto the bed, muttering like a lunatic, trying to snap out of it.So I bailed on the deal. Whatever.We don't even live in the same universe.Yeah. That's it.I shook it off, ditched my coat, and headed for the shower.Right then, my dad called."Gaia, you need to come home. Before your mother's 20th memorial, we've gotta activate the in

Chapter 17 Kidnapping

Right as I opened my mouth, Dad let out a heavy sigh and cut me off.His voice shifted—like he suddenly remembered he was supposed to play the "dad" card. "Gaia, I'm not trying to fight with you. But don't you think you're being a little stubborn?"I'm your father. I'm also Cecilia's dad, Siena's husband. I have to look out for the whole family. Can't you see that?"And as the older sister, when your little sister needs help, shouldn't you be the one to step up first? But you didn't. I had to. And now you're blaming me?"He actually sounded hurt. Like he was the victim here."Gaia, don't be so selfish."Then, like everything was normal again—"Come home tomorrow, okay? I'll have Siena make her best beef stew."And all I could think was—Selfish? Me?You're the one trying to take everything from me.I wasn't that girl anymore. The one begging for scraps of affection. Hoping he'd act like a real dad.Not this time."Give it up. I'm not coming back. Ever." I hung up.Anger burne

Chapter 18 What Are You Going To Do To Me

Lysandro's POVCatello had never pissed me off like this.Dragging Gaia in like some half-dead hostage? I nearly cut his throat on sight."Who told you to bring her here like that?"He froze. "Don, please—don't lose it. It was clean. Thirty minutes. Drove myself. No tails. No one knows the doc intern blew you off."I went still.Then I chucked my cigar in his face. "Get out."Yeah, I got stood up—by an intern. Barely twenty, broke, soft. She even turned down my check.I stepped in and yanked the hood off her face.Pretty. Too damn pretty.That nose—elegant, not sharp. Lashes long, soft, resting like she was some porcelain doll. And those lips... yeah, I remembered those lips. On my neck, my chest.Fuck. I was getting hard again.But I wasn't touching her like this.I didn't force women. Business? Sure. You cross me, you pay. But this? Not how I worked.Told Dionigi to move her to the basement suite. Told him to call me when she came to.Soon as his hands reached for her,

Chapter 19 Why Didn't You Come

Gaia's POVLysandro lounged in the shadows, cigar glowing faintly as smoke curled around those long legs. Like something straight out of a smutty comic.Except this wasn't fiction.I'd been kidnapped.Blanket clutched to my chest, I pressed into the headboard, trying to keep some kind of distance.My eyes burned. The glow hit his profile just enough to catch the gleam in his eyes—sharp, knowing. Realization slammed into me.This man wasn't just some guy in a suit.He was the mafia boss."If you're planning to hurt me... that's illegal." My voice cracked. I held the blanket tighter.He leaned forward, and his face came into view—all sharp edges and sin.And he was smiling.Like he found this funny.Cigar between his fingers, he shrugged. "You really think a mafia boss cares about the law?"I froze.Obviously not.Even low-level guys ignored rules—why would he care?My heart was thudding now. I'd screwed up. Shown him I still believed in stuff like justice.People like m

Chapter 20 You're My Gattina

Lysandro squinted. Not threatening—just curious. Maybe even amused."You're bargaining with a mafia boss?" He tilted his head. "You took the money. That means the job's yours. You already said yes to being my mistress. Only thing left is follow-through.""But—" I tried to explain.He caught the nerves in my face—and laughed."You're not scared of me. That's rare."He stood, crossed the room, and filled a cup at the water dispenser."It was a joke," he said, handing me the cup. "I know you didn't take it. A million? That's a box of cigars. Maybe a bottle of wine. Who knows. I move too much money not to notice."I froze.He was messing with me again.But the craziest part? I'd actually tried to negotiate. Asked a mafia godfather for a three-day delay—over a stolen million.And now?I wasn't even sure if I was scared of him.Was he really that dangerous?Or was it those stupidly hot eyes messing with my head again?"Don't scare yourself, gattina." He pressed the cup into my

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