Sleeping With My Father's Enemy

Chapter No.5

Elara De Luca:

“Are you all right? Is it burnt? Let me clean it for you.” Valentine asked tremblingly while Valentino hurriedly reached me and dragged me to God knows where. f**k! It really hurts.

“Valentine, get me the ointment from the first aid kit box in the bathroom. Right now!” Valentino ordered his daughter in a heavy voice, then glared at the woman in her late thirties who had just spilled the gravy on me. The one who looked dead scared right now.

“And you! Can’t you see where you are walking? You are fired. Get out of my house right now!” He fired the maid on the spot, and I looked at him, shocked. Did he fire the maid for me? No, what am I thinking? He just fired the maid because of her clumsiness.

“Mr. Hawksley, please. It was just an accident. I…I didn’t mean to…I…”

The maid pleaded, and something told me it wasn’t an accident. She did it on purpose because she felt threatened by me and wanted this man to herself. I could have tried to ask Valentino not to fire her, but the glare she gave me made me think otherwise. b***h, you shouldn’t have done that.

Now I don’t feel guilty about watching you getting fired.

“I…I can go there myself, Valentino.” I told him while he was taking me towards the bathroom. In response, he gave me a furious glare.

“Don’t you dare speak a word.” He orders, “ You are burnt in my house, under my care, in front of me, so it is my right to treat you.” He then leaned down and whispered in a low silky voice in my ear, “Or are you afraid that you won’t be able to control yourself and will beg me to f**k you really hard in the bathroom despite your injury?”

I gulped and stayed silent, looking over my shoulder in search of Valentine with my hand placed on my chest where I was burnt, but she was nowhere to be seen. We reached the bathroom, and I tried to get inside in a hurry so I could shut the door before he could get inside. But before I could do that, he placed his foot between the door and prevented me from doing that.

“Don’t you dare do that or you will be punished, little one.” He spoke in a dangerously deep voice and entered the bathroom, shutting the door behind him and locking it. He began to remove my blouse, but I stopped him by shaking my head.

“Pl..please, Valentino. I can do that myself. Valentine is here. What will she think if she watches her father looking at the woman’s boobs that is similar to her age.” I tried to reason, but did he listen?

“I am not going anywhere until I see how much you are burned.” He spoke with gritted teeth, and I sighed. “ If it is too much, then you will need medical assistance immediately.”

“It’s just Valentine. She is my best friend, and I really like her so much. She is like a sister to me that I never had, and I don’t want to hurt her or lose her,” I told him, which made him stop and take a deep breath.

“Fine, I am going for now, but you have to promise me that you will stay the night. Once Valentine is asleep in her room, you will come into my room and show me how much it is burned, okay?” he asked. As much as I didn’t want to agree and say no, something else came out of my mouth, and I agreed in a hurry when I heard the footsteps coming closer.

“Fine, I promise. Now, please go and wait outside the door,” I tell him.

He nodded and stepped out of the bathroom, and I shut the door behind. Once he was out, I took off my blouse and gasped to see the redness on my chest, which was going down on my right breast, and it sure hurt like a b***h. Thankfully, it is not too much burnt, or I must go to the doctor. I was rinsing the gravy from my chest when there was a knock, and I heard Valentine’s soft and worried voice.

“El, are you alright? Do you want my help? I have brought the ointment.” She calls from outside.

“Don’t worry; I am fine. Please give me the ointment, " I told her as I opened the door and peeked from inside, holding my hand out. I watched Valentino look towards me as she placed the ointment in my hand. I applied it and looked at the blouse. I surely couldn’t wear that and definitely couldn’t wear the bra when the voice came from the other side of the door.

“I know your blouse is ruined, and since you are burnt on your chest, a loose shirt will be the best option so the air can pass and heal quickly.” Valentine said and continued, “I don’t have an extra-large or a loose shirt, so I brought Dad’s. I hope you won’t mind wearing it.” Before I could reply, Valentino growled.

“No, she won’t mind. Just give it to her. She will wear it.” He announced. Valentine gave me the T-shirt, and I mentally smiled and brought the T-shirt to my nose. Damn, it smells just like him. Hot and spicy. I slipped on his black T-shirt and looked at myself in the mirror, grinning like a baby in his black T-shirt.

I stepped out of the bathroom and saw the father-daughter duo pacing outside, waiting for me. They both looked so adorable. Valentine is definitely a mini-female version of her father.

“Please tell me you are all right. Do you want me to take you to the doctor? Is it bur…” I stopped her by shaking my head.

“No need for the doctor. I am fine.” I tell her, “I am starving, so why don’t we go and try the delicious food you prepared with so much heart?”

“Oh yeah, I will just see if they have cleaned the spilled curry.” She said and left me with Valentino, whose gaze was fixed on his shirt, which made me feel a little nervous. Doesn’t he like it on me? Does he want me to take it off, but earlier he said it himself to put it on? Then why is he looking at me like that now? I looked where he was staring, and as soon as I did, I blushed, my cheeks crimson red.

“Glad to see that nothing happened to those sweet poking n*****s of yours, or it would have been a pity because then I wouldn’t have been able to suck on them tonight on my bed.” He spoke in a whispered low voice, with desiring gaze, “Don’t forget your promise and come to my bedroom tonight.”

“I…I am sorry, but I can’t stay the night tonight.”

I apologized because I knew staying the night was dangerous unless I wanted this night to turn into a night full of pleasure. I can’t sleep with him. My father trusted me to ruin this man, not to sleep with him. What am I doing, and why can’t I control myself when it comes to him? According to my father, this handsome man has hurt my father several times, so why do I feel attracted to him instead of hating him?

“Say that again and I promise that I will drag you to my bedroom right now and will f**k you so hard that your screams will be echoing in the whole mansion and I won’t give a damn if my daughter hears them because in case if you haven’t figured it out until now, then let me tell you that I always get what I want, little one.” He spoke, taking predatory steps towards me, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me to him.

“I never fail, and I will have you. I will claim you, and I will mark you as mine. And you will love every second of it.” My breathing was heavy as I heard his words. “But you don’t know it yet. Your precious father made the biggest mistake by sending his doll to a devil like me because I won’t stop until you are round with my child.”

He whispered in my ear, and I gasped. Does he know that my father sent me? No, he can’t say about it, or I will be ruined.

“Wh…What do you mean by my father sent me when he doesn’t even know where I work?” I asked, and he chuckled —a dark chuckle that made my knees tremble with fear.

“Do you take me as a fool, sweet Elara?” he asked, cupping my face. Or do you consider your father a fool? Because trust me, none of us are. Your father could be, but not me.”

“I…I don’t understand.” I stammered.

“You do, and you know your father knows that you are working for me. However, your father is not doing or saying anything, which is quite suspicious to me. Nevertheless, I don’t care, as I am not scared. I know how to solve problems when they arise.” He tells me, playing with the strands of my hair.

Ambrose is letting you work for me, which means he's up to no good. Your father may be cruel, but you are too naive to recognize it. He isn’t called Beast for nothing. He earned the title of the beast because he acts like one.”

“What about you?” I found myself asking him.

“What about me?” he asked, his voice confused, a frown on his forehead.

From what I know, you are also called a devil in the business world. The question is, are you really one, or do you pretend to be one? Perhaps it's because you want the world to fear and hate you?”

I asked, and he stayed silent after hearing me say that.

“Let’s go. The food is getting cold.” With that said, he pulled away and walked towards the dining table, and I followed, after calming my uneven breathing.

The dinner was as delicious as I expected it to be. After dinner, I tried to sneak out of the house quietly, but Valentino caught me and asked Valentine to stop me from leaving, then ordered the maid to prepare the guest room.

“Prepare the guest room for Miss DeLuca. She will be staying the night, " he ordered the maid. Valentine’s face lit up with a big smile, and she jumped with excitement like a child.

“Yes…yes, you are staying. I have a lot to talk to you about," she exclaimed. I was left with no choice but to stay and gave Valentino a death glare, who just shrugged, winked, and left, not before mouthing me.

“To my bedroom.” He mouthed, and headed upstairs, leaving me with Valentine.

Until midnight, Valentine and I talked about Italy and various other topics, until she began to feel sleepy and went to bed, while I went to the guest room. I fidgeted with the hem of the T-shirt, unsure whether I should go into his room or not when I received the text from the devil on my phone.

“Are you coming into my bedroom yourself, or should I come to carry you myself, my little one?”

I gulped after reading the text and knew there was no way out, so I stepped out of the guest room and headed to his bedroom with a nervous step. I know that once I enter his room, we are surely going to have s*x, which is wrong, but it feels so right.

I reached outside of his room, where I had just raised my hand to knock, but before that, it opened, and I was pulled inside the room and pinned against the wall by the half-naked, hot, and handsome boss and my father’s enemy.

“Now, we f**k!” he announced.