THE DON'S OBSESSION

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in confusion as I peered through the grand, iron gates. This cannot be right.

of the three numbers I had saved on it; I called my new I

are you don

g long! It's like royalty are living here or something!" I stood up on my toes to glance over the gate to get a be

right place. I mean, what unemployed woman needs a full-time nanny if

ormal outfit choice of a lemon and navy blue summer dress that had huge sunflowers all over it and a white-washed denim

deous microwave things any longer. You are in Italy, my love! You need to live it to

len out of the messy bird's nest of a bun on top of my head. She was right

ooling and wrap-around care. And the bonus, they wanted English-speakin

ll see you late

es through the phone before she hung up, but hearing that nickname still se

mething I desperately needed when I stepped off the plane into a foreign country where I didn'

d showed me the authentic side of Verona and managed to secure me with this interview. Her broth

had for each other. Most of the Italians I had met so far were nothing but warm

tone wall next to the gate and was surprised to see my

y wisps that were sticking out by my ears before moving on my teeth. I had just eaten,

aker, causing me to jump back and my face to f

uio," I cringed at my terrible attempt to tell him that I was

bled through the pocket-sized lifeline for a tr

fluster as I felt sweat sta

speak Italian. My name is Arianna Jac- I mean

to build. This was a disaster already. I could still make a run for it. I am weari

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ooks like I am going through with this after all. Stepping over the thres

to get out of its way. My mouth hung open when I realized it was a Bentley and had pulle

to the house," he greeted me for

y and back at the car. I forced a small smile on my face and nod

ck U-turn at the gate before zooming b

bles as well as an enormous garage made of glass that housed nearly every luxury car on

illa with a large fountain in the driveway, black iron balconies off every room that was decorated with beautiful vines of greenery and flowers snaking around

ving space. I was going to go crazy at Giulia and her bro

eps by the grand entrance to the mansion. I trailed behind him, and my mouth fell open as I entered the lobby. It

aling staircase going up both sides of the room that led to the top floor with a cream ca

orridor, and stopping at the door of one room, he nodded

asses. I almost laughed at his serious face. Why the hell was he wearing sunglasses

shortly," the older man replied, and I nodded, taking a clipboard from him with a pe

nquil vibe if it wasn't for the three or four butc

clear, glass chair which I instantly recognised as a famous designer but couldn't

realized the entire for

ring me completely, I didn't feel like I was meant to speak to them. They were doing something extremel

rmodel, high cheekbones and stern expression kind of way. She was wearing a tight pencil skirt and silk blous

s over-the-top sunflower dress because I thought it looked sweet

could tell me what the first q

was so far beneath her she could squash me with her stupid killer heels. She f

t you

smug smirk off her face, but ins

talian

e rudely, flicking back th

opriate for a night out, not an interview to work with children. Perhaps this was the norm in Italy? I couldn't deny that she was just as stunning as the ice queen o

read Italian. What does this say?" I asked he

my answers down in English. My frown deepened as I tried to recognize any of the Italian words in the second question. I couldn't keep asking the poor girl ne

around frantically for the pocket-sized book. God,

c search and all its embarrassing contents flew o

pstick, tampons, the half-eaten baguette I had for lunch, and... I paused as my hand reached for the black la

d them. Please don't be the old man who can't crack a smile. I slowly lifted my head to t

and broad shoulders in a tight-fitting black shirt. The sleeves were rolled up slightly, showcasing strong forearms, one cover

on. His handsome face was perfectly symmetrical, his strong jawline decorated

hat had me forget my name. They were burning into mine with intrigue and I felt my bo

the sight of him. Although, there was one thing about him that did not

my level on the floor and picked up my thong in his fingers. He tore his inten

th an Italian accent made my stomach flutter until I registered what he said. He winked a

chair. It was only then that I noticed how the other two women were practically foami

one hissed at me, giving me the

Did they believe I did that on purpose for his attention? I don't even

ying to change their minds? One thing was for sure. I hate arrogant assholes even if they are sex on legs. They could

iew with Mrs Rossi done and dusted and go home with my tail between my

ng to the door that that man had just walked through. I inhaled deeply, bef