The Don's Maid [18+]

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I walked in through the door and it closed shut again. The house was dimly lit. I made out the shape of the sofa before plopping down on it and taking off my shoes and the coat.

I feel myself being scooped out of the sofa as blink my eyes open to the bright light of the well decorated living room.

"It's me, kitten." Vincent says in a soft voice.

"What are you doing?" I ask in my sleepy voice.

He stood me up! That asshole. I was eating for him in this damned house and he was late!

And he threats me! That'll he'll never be in my life if I didn't show up.

The courage!

"You fell asleep." He says carrying me still in his arms and walking over the stairs.

"You're late." I declared in a strong voice.

"I know baby." He soothes. "The meeting was longer the expected."

Meeting? I snort. "You sure not a rendezvous but a meeting?"

He sighs. "Sí, kitten. A meeting not a... rendezvous."

I huff. He kicks open a door with a minimum lighting inside and places me on a bed. I sit up and cross my legs beneath me as Vincent turns on the light.

The room is regular sized with regular furniture.

I scan around the room only to see a wall fitted closet and a bathroom, two full windows and a bed I am sitting on, an ottoman and a bed seat. That's all. All in white and the walls were papered black with some tribal design in light greyish shade.

"It isn't the master." I say.

"It isn't." Vincent replies as he undoes his tie and shrugs off his jacket.

He'd been in a meeting after all. I realize after I see the heavy briefcase at the foot of the bed.

"What was the meeting about?" I ask.

"Can't tell you." He says unbuttoning his vest. "Sorry, baby. But it's confidential." He clarifies after seeing the sour look on my face.

"Fine. Whatever." I roll my eyes. "What did you want to talk to me about?"

"Us." He says and sits before me, a disturbed look in his face.

He looked older then he used to.

"What about us?" I ask. "Is there any us?"

"I love you, Rosaline." He says as plainly as he would say I need a drink.

"Okay." I say. "What else?"

"I'm sorry."

"Go on." I examine my nails.

Sheesh! I need to get them down again. It just been what? Two weeks!

"You're being insensitive."

"You're not saying anything that ought to make me sensitive." I reply back.

"Telling you I love you is not enough to make you sensitive?" He chuckles.

I shrug. It is. But I am not going to let it show.

You'd just walk over it all over again.

"You've changed." He says suddenly.

I sigh. "I didn't have a choice."

"You could've come back to the States."

"I'm not leaving my life here."

He nods. "I am thinking of moving here."

I knew this information. Nothing new.

"Okay." I says. "Happy moving."

"With you."

"Why would I move in with you?" I ask impassively.

"Because, I can't not be without you anymore. It feels just empty without you, kitten." He sighs. "I just want you to be with me."

"Prove it." I challenge.

"I am proving it aren't I?" He answers frustrated. "I am here with you and if it meant I'd loose everything, I'd still be with you."

"But you'd cheat too?" I ask.

"Jesus!" He runs his hand through his hair. "Baby...I haven't had sex since I came to Italy till now."

"A couple of days?"

He sighs but I can see the annoyance build up in his eyes and the tireless effort to keep his cool and control his anger.

"Since I've been here for the gala." He grits.

"You want me for sex?" I ask. "Is that why you're so frustrated? Oh! Vincent!" I mock.

"Don't push buttons anymore, Rosa."

"I can't just forgive you Vincent." I say in a serious tone. "You need to make it up for your mistake, remember?"

He looks broken and sad...and frustrated.

"You've got a lot of ass kissing to do." I say.

"I'd kiss your ass anytime." He smirks.

"I'm glad." I smirk back.

"Turned into a little vixen, haven't you?" He eyes me.

I shrug.

"Move in with me." He says again.

"No." I reply. "Make me, move in with you."

[A|N]

Is this chapter disgusting? I think I am having a block.

Question of the chapter:

Have twins boys or one girl? As your own kids.

-November.