𝐄𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐨

FIVE

She says, then swiftly hangs up the phone. She was right about that, I needed to make a move fast before things went south.

After my moment with Elio last night, I was curious about his phone call. Who was he talking to? What did they say? Maria and I were making dinner in the kitchen after our workday had finally come to a close.

Elio had only appeared when he left early this morning. It was coming close to sunset when he stepped through the door. His hands were filled with luxurious-looking bags with classy designers labeled among them. I sneak a peak at him, only to find his gaze already on me.

I was still in my maid uniform and felt underdressed compared to him. His outfit consisted of a crisp, black dress shirt and perfectly ironed slacks to follow. Setting the bags down, he takes a seat at the counter across from me.

He watches as I work my way around the kitchen, cooking away. My face burns red as his heated gaze dances over my skin, drinking in my bare legs.

"So, Lina." His commanding voice fills up the silence in the kitchen. Maria looks between us and excuses herself. I give her a look, begging her to stay. Traitor. Elio made me nervous, I could never gauge his mood. "Yes, Elio?" I answer back politely.

He takes his lower lip into his mouth, causing heat to pool in my stomach. I blush, pushing my lusting thoughts aside. He lets out a sharp breath before speaking, "We have a change of plans. You will be accompanying me to my family home in Italy."

My eyes widen with shock. Italy? I shake my head, no, I was not leaving the country with this man. He's crazy! His eyes darken with anger, his jaw clenching. "You do not have a say in the matter." He stands, walking towards the stairs.

"We leave tomorrow morning, these are your clothes." He says harshly, pointing to the beautiful bags. I watch as he disappears from the kitchen.

His door slams shut, causing me to cringe a bit. He was always so demanding and temperamental. I just wanted away from him and out of this life. I sit on the floor of the kitchen, my head in my hands.

I let out silent cries, feeling sorry for myself. If I only I had stayed back home, I would never be in this mess. I shake the thought away, if I hadn't left it would've just got worse.

Picking myself up, I clean up the kitchen before grabbing the bags delicately. There had to be five or six bags in my hand, I look down at them in awe. Why would he buy me clothes? Expensive ones at that. What was wrong with mine?

A frown settles over my features, does he think I dress poorly? I wasn't rich but I liked to think I had a little sense of style. Pushing open my door, I set the bags aside and strip out of the maid's dress.

The first bag contained beautiful sundresses and skirts, the others littered with lacy nightwear, undergarments, and tops. My eyes lit up with every dainty piece, everything was so beautiful. I couldn't believe they were mine.

I try on one of the nightgowns, it was an elegant silky red with small bows placed on both straps. I loved pretty pajamas but never splurged. Nobody was going to see them, what was the point?

As I'm admiring myself in the full-length mirror, my door swings open. "Don't you ever knock?" I shriek out, throwing my arms against my chest. With no bra, my ample breasts sat on display. Elio stops a few feet from me, his eyes drinking in my curves.

I sniff my nose up at him and let out an annoyed sigh. "Hey! I am not some peep show." I spit out bitterly. He clears his throat, looking back up to my eyes.

"Forgive me, bambola. You are breathtaking." He says, letting one last burning gaze linger. My body blushes red hearing his words, I had never been called that before. I shake my head, "What did you need, Elio."

I stand with my head held high, my eyes never leaving his. "I-I just came to check in on you and see if you like the clothes." He rubs at the back of his neck, almost like he was embarrassed.

I soften my demeanor, "They are beautiful. Thank you, but I can't possibly accept it. Neither the check. It's too much." I say in a rushed voice.

He watches me as I place all the clothing in the original bags and place them neatly in front of him. "Bambola, non voglio altro che vederti immerso nel lusso." With those last words, he steps out of the room leaving me hot and curious. What did he say?

A/N
Elio & Lina have my heart.

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