The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

I walk around naked when I am home alone, and I have more than once got myself off on the couch in full view while watching porn on his huge TV, stuck to the goddamn wall. I am not exactly shy about self-pleasuring or even just doing my yoga work out completely starkers in the lounge.

Who the hell watches the footage back? That pervy silent guard on the third floor?

Oh, my God!

My blood runs cold at the thought and I wonder if he has cameras in my bedroom? Now knowing this, how much of my time alone does he get to see and what does he do with it after?

I feel physically sick with both the thought of it and my fury bubbling like lava deep in my gut is fast combatting the initial shocked ickiness in my bones.

‘’You didn’t know, did you?’’ He looks amused and even though I am trying not to react I can see he has that uncanny Alexi trait of reading people. He also has the same smug arsehole way of finding the most inappropriate shit amusing.

‘‘No, I wasn’t aware I was living in the Big Brother house and having my every move watched by some greasy little pervert of a security goon.’’ I feel pissed, as I should. It’s so underhanded, and so much for ‘’you can trust me’’ I guess that’s what the ‘‘to an extent’’ was all about. I am absolutely fuming! Body vibrating and trying to keep still as my inner fight perks up.

‘’Alexi is the only one with access to the apartment cameras. He has a direct link to them on his devices—thumbprint activated. He can choose to have them go to sleep and only record when there is movement upstairs.’’ Yes, like me masturbating on his leather couch. Great. I hope he enjoyed the show because it’s the last one he will be getting. I should never underestimate that prick.

‘’He should have told me. It’s a complete invasion of my privacy.’’

‘’Yeah. Go tell Alexi that, and good luck.’’ Gino laughs at me and swaggers past with that same self-assured confident walk of a guy who's always been chased by women his whole life, yet I find him less attractive than his darker counterpart.

Gino is the sunny one; clearly not into the same shit as his brother and therefore probably a trustworthy and likeable fellow.

Boring.

sneaky arsehole who spies on his

of Alexi’s tell-tale dragon tattoo, that sits there growling at you all day long. It’s as fierce as he is, and without it, Gino seems decidedly dull. He just does not have that aura around him that Alexi wears like a second skin. That danger that lies

did like a bit

again?’’ A small female voice curls around me, grabbing my attention and I turn to the small mousy wench before me. She’s been here two

satisfaction with the shocked and then wounded expression covers her face. I know that being a bitch is unnecessary but the second you show any form of nice to these

a dumb bimbo as though the cellar is going to be in plain sight. Can’t quite comprehend they are usually found below ground. I roll my eyes and

the building.’’ I exhale heavily and push

putting the new cocktail shakers on the shelf

He turns quickly, snapping to attention with a smile and I smile back, always pleased at his over enthusiastic puppy routine. I like his eagerness and willingness to please. Mousy should take notes; instead, she’s

sure you bring the invoice up to my office when you’re done.

and I head off in search of the lift to go grace the

them side by side and compare how far the similarities go. A bit

to me as he’s here once a week at most. Lucie almost choked on his own tongue that day, and he has been slinking in the shadows scowling from afar ever since. He stays out of my way and I stay out of his; no idea what he even does here anymore as Alexi removed all his privileges, and he’s nothing more than a desk dweller who

his business and has nowhere else to put him. Like a bad smell, he just hovers in his space. Apparently, he retires very soon, and Alexi is making it worth

Good riddance.

was a case of one baby getting all the good and the other became Alexi. I always assumed he was created in the pits of hell

of above. I am charmingly sweet when he’s around, which is rare, and he’s his normal bastard self. Cold, bossy and always with a

room for playtime and glad that I will be down here till four a.m. every night now and its likely he will get on with his demands before I come up to bed. Getting tired of listening to wenches climax while my own sex life is completely dead. Thanks to controlling Carrero and his

thing to choose to be sex starved for a prolonged period, it’s

to me either. Cold and direct, forever telling me what to do and keeps it all very clinical and business based. I have no qualms that he obviously does not like me. He also has no taste in women