The Don's Maid [18+]

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Positivity Corner:

Fuck people over. Don't care and don't fucking look back.

I spend first two days of my Italy visit by laying in bed and crying my eyes out.

Occasionally I'd order room service and watch Italian shows on TV but everything I did always took me back to Vincent.

His olive eyes and tanned skin, the way his face resembled victory when he moved inside me, the way he moaned and grunted while his thick girth was burried inside me. The way his lips would curl up in a slight smile or smirk when he was pleased with me...but it still took me back to the pains I had received.

The first time was with Cara in his office, the second time on the hospital room and the last time he took it to bed, the bed him and I shared.

And around the third day, I took a long shower and treated myself with a heavenly meal, and decided it was enough. There was no going back, and that to leave was after all my decision.

By staying I could be happy but deal with his commitment issues all the life long, maybe a little less but by leaving I can get to know the world and me and quite possible my papa.

After the meal, I decided to finally open the big windows on the room and let the fresh air in, after which I started to feel much better.

I think half the reason was lack of air that made me a sufferable little whore.

After being well fed and slightly emotionally stable, I got dressed in jeans and a sweater, at the start to December the weather was almost chilled rather then freezing cold here.

Rummaging through my travel bag, I found the bit of crumpled paper that I had shoved in quickly before leaving, this was my possible left hope to find my Papa.

Through the elevator, I journeyed downstairs into the lobby, covering the distance between the lobby to the gate I showed the paper to one of the many taxi drivers. He asked if I needed a ride to the place.

I said yes and so it begin...

After thirty minutes of this road and that road and me being a nervous ball of nerves taking deep breaths and imaging thousand possible ways that the meeting could go, the driver pulled pulled up Infront of a mini-estate with a big house.

It was fenced with bamboo canes covered by strings of vines and other creeper plants.

At the most center of the compound a statue of a naked mermaid stood still, while some fishes around her sprayed water from their mouth.

Fancy.

Infront of the main gate two guards dressed in black stood erect.

Though they were not carrying any kind of weapon they still looked straight from the Mafia.