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.

arsehole who

jeans and hoody, he looks exactly like him. Same broad shoulders and solid frame, same tall sexy swagger and nice tight arse, as he walks through the bar. He is effortlessly turning the heads of the new bar staff as he goes by. I lose interest as my eyes fall on the tanned broad neck and see it’s completely free 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.

a bit of

I turn to the small mousy wench before me. She’s been here two days and already her lack of initiative is pissing me off. She looks like an overgrown Disney character with her big eyes and over pouty mouth. Irritation biting me instantly.

face. I know that being a bitch is unnecessary but the second you show any form of nice to these people they stop doing as they’re told and start taking advantage, getting lax. Show them not to fuck with you

cellar is going to be in

they normally keep cellars … Under the building.’’ I exhale heavily and push past her in complete disinterest.

call out to the tall blonde, Thor lookalike, putting the new cocktail shakers on the shelf

pleased at his over enthusiastic puppy routine. I like his eagerness and willingness to please. Mousy should take notes; instead, she’s following me like a lost child and about to get a smack in

bring the invoice up to my office when you’re done. And give Dimwit here a tour

little southern belle of a boy, obviously gay and I head

things I need Alexi to sign off on and part of me is dying to see them side by side and

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

to stay, but he doesn’t want him anywhere else in his business and has nowhere else to put him. Like a bad smell, he just hovers in his

Good riddance.

see Alexi lording at the desk but it’s empty and I presume he’s taken his twin up to the apartment instead for some family time. I still cannot believe those two shared a womb and came from one egg—Alexi seems like he should have been a solitary invention. Unless it was a case of one baby getting all the good and the other became Alexi. I always assumed he was created in the

that night after the opera and I guess that’s why I am feeling subtly hostile towards my gorgeous master of above. I am charmingly sweet when he’s

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

to choose to be sex starved for a prolonged period, it’s another to be ordered to be that way on command.

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 at all, so I guess it’s not an insult. They are all mousy submissive little doorsteps with big