Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

A Warning

**ROMANY**

When I got back to my room there was an alert from my bank on my phone.

Capital Bank Alert-

A payment of $5000.00 has just been deposited into your account. Your available balance is now $5245.66

I got wet when I read that. And I think I *reread* it about ninety-five times. God's honest truth. Suddenly I felt like dancing, or singing, or... shopping! *Ha! Joke's on you, because you're not allowed to leave.* A rule that hadn't *actually* bothered me until right that moment.

After changing out of the bikini and back into my sundress I decided to explore the house a bit before dinner, maybe check out that home theater Alex mentioned. I knew it was on the third floor, so it couldn't be too hard to find. I'd just open every door until I found 'the one'. Starting with the doors adjacent to my own, I began my search. The first five that I checked were all bedrooms and none of them were quite as fancy as mine. Somehow I found that fact mildly pleasing. As I turned my attention to the meeting room hall, I realized something. There didn't seem to be a single soul living up here other than me and Alex.

those moments behind the waterfall came spiraling back. Crashing into me and firing my core. Just the way he *sounded* when his mouth was on me made my dewdrop ache with need. There was something about him that was different from the rest. Aside from the sheer boldness he possessed in everything he said to me. Coming to the pool *naked* for fuck's sake! The fact that he chose to walk through the house and down the hall in nothing but his rock hard penis, is a straight shot to

I felt from the moment we met, could not be denied. Every time I see him, all I want to do is

was Alex. At least, that's what I'd gathered so far. He's a controlling, domineering, asshole that gets off on flexing his power. But sometimes when he looked at me, it was as if he

drama, not *become* the drama. Yet, here I was, making my way downstairs to see if I could find Mickey, instead of the theater. *I'm

to talk to me without spitting in my direction first. Maybe... someone young. I wandered down the main hall toward the kitchen. I hadn't even been in there yet. With

to be in, I walked smack

hard that I hit the corner of the wall behind me and felt a blaze of pain in my

knew that they weren't. I've had injuries like it before. The end result wasn't ever any worse than

was the guard from the other night that served me the empty plate and glass

I snapped

he reached out, snatched me by my hair, and dragged me through a door I had never seen before. The space was dark and somewhat damp. I didn't struggle so much with the hold he had on me because I didn't want any of my hair ripped out. I heard him fumbling with something, but I wasn't sure what. It sounded like the jiggling of keys or maybe an old light switch. It wasn't until I heard the slide of a deadbolt that I realized I was

hissed, sensing suddenly that he was watching me. I could barely make out