The Maid: Mafia Romance (Series)

This interview was taking longer than Giovanni had expected. The fake mask he’d put on was starting to wear thin. The woman in front of him was constantly flirting with him, touching her hair, and winking at him.

Giovanni had been with so many clingy women in the past he could spot one from miles away. And this woman had clingy written all over her face.

Does she not have any dignity? We’re on a live broadcast here.

“So, Mr. Dente, do you have a special someone in your heart?” she asked, eyes running up and down his body again.

Giovanni pretended to laugh, throwing his head back so the viewers couldn’t see how pissed he was at this whole setup.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He knew from the very beginning that this was what it had amounted to. He’d wanted to do this, hadn’t he? The producer of this so-called program, Close and Personal with the Hottest Male Billionaire, had bugged him for years, wanting to get him on his show, saying they’d rake in millions more female viewers if he’d just appear. Not that the program hadn’t already had more than a few million viewers up their sleeves.

Giovanni had declined so many times before. He wasn’t interested in being in the spotlight. But last night, after that crazy kissing episode with Jenny, he’d made up his mind to find Jennifer. And that was why he was on this show.

Giovanni had hoped Jennifer was like any normal eighteen-year-old girl, eyes glued to this program. It would make his job of finding her that much simpler. God knew how many years he’d tried to find her. He’d hired countless private detectives, but that girl seemed to have disappeared off the face of this earth. Those lovely spring memories of them spending days together, drinking coffee under the shady beech tree, were the only fond memories of his teenage years before life turned sour and he’d been kicked out on the streets.

Giovanni missed her. His heart had told him so, especially now that spring had indicated she turned eighteen. And he’d made a promise to her to make her his lover.

He wanted to laugh at himself. It was stupid to cling to that small promise to this girl. Who wants to be the lover of a mafia boss, anyway? She was too young back then to understand the complicated world he lived in. But maybe they could start out as friends first.

Would she still want to date me if she knew I’m mafia?

This thought disturbed him. Then another thought swiftly took over his mind.

What if she turns out ugly? What if I can’t bed her? Giovanni shook his head to dispel these thoughts.

No, Jennifer would never be ugly. Even if to others she might not have the looks, Jay’s heart had been totally captivated from that first moment he’d set sight on her all those years ago, what with her chitchat and kind, soft heart.

Giovanni paused at that thought. Fuck. Did he just mistakenly use Jay’s name in place of Jennifer? Where did that come from? Oh, right, it was because he was still enamored with her, lusting after her; that was the whole reason he was here in the first place.

Giovanni turned his attention back to the blonde and smiled. “Well, I do, actually. I’ve known her for a while now. And I want to tell her this.” He then shifted his focus to one of the many cameras, making sure they had a good view of his full profile. “Jennifer, if you’re watching this, then you should know I’m waiting for you. I’ll wait for you to come back to me so I can fulfil our promise we made.”

Giovanni closed his eyes for a second, imagining the grown-up Jennifer nodding when she heard his confession on TV. But all he could see in his mind’s eyes was Jay’s face staring back at him from the other side of the screen.

Fuck! He was in deep shit now. Jenny Stone, his maid, had totally captivated him.

THE END of book 1