Au Pair

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© 2017 Luna Black

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Ever since I was a little girl I was taught that crying was a sign of weakness. For every sob that escaped my mouth, my mom would swat me with her leather belt. It would result in lots of crying and red marks left behind, but as I grew older, I learned to play the game.

I learned that showing your true emotions wasn't safe and in this world, I had to thread about safely, carefully. I had gotten so good at playing the game that I became a walking mannequin; I simply smiled because that was a good emotion.

I had to be "grateful for all I had, so it was only logical to smile."

And now that I couldn't stop the sobs erupting through my body, I felt helpless. I tried to keep the tears and emotions at bay, but the fear overcame any restrictions I had.

Mrs. Maggie was the only person in this world that I genuinely cared for. She was the one that held me when I had cramps and comforted me. She was the only one that listened to anything that I had to say and sincerely cared for all my babbling.

In my eyes, she was the only maternal figure I ever had. In just a short year, she had managed to wedge herself into my heart and give me a bit of hope for the fücked up life I had.

And then this happened and I realised that my life would never fix itself.

I had lost a shïtty fiancé. I had lost a family that I never had and now I was about to lose the only person I cared for.

So, no matter how much I hated that Luca was seeing me fall apart, there was nothing I could do. I couldn't stop the tears or the trembling of my hands. I was terrified.

Through the drive to the hospital he was a total gentleman. He held my hand and tried to comfort me, but until I knew that everything was okay with Mrs. Maggie, I wouldn't be able to rest or calm down.

In the hospital waiting room, he wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. He sat me on his lap and cuddled my cheek to his chest. He ran his fingers through my hair and whispered soothing words near my ear.

It felt strange having comfort like this. My mother never gave it to me. I barely remember what my real father was like and I never was this close or intimate with Marcos, whom was my fiancé.

Luca was my boss and had been in my pants once. But here I was, holding on to him like my life depended on it because he was the only person willing to give me comfort. The only person that was there and I would worry another day on whether I should be terrified that I had opened up so emotionally or just go with the flow of life.

I sounded like a hippie, but it was the only thing keeping me sane.

He was the only thing keeping me sane.

I didn't deal with situations like these very rationally or sanely. Not right now, not when I had so very little, but extremely valuable to lose.

"Hermosa," Luca caressed my hand gently, "you need food in your stomach."

I shook my head. "Not hungry," I muttered, my voice muffled by my mouth pressed against his neck.

He sighed, shifting in the seat and held me closely. "You need to eat, Daniela. It's been three hours since she was brought in and they haven't given you any news. You can't keep starving yourself."

"Not hungry," I repeated, this time clearer because I moved my mouth away from him.

He didn't say anything else, just resumed our quiet position. I must've looked like a child, but at that moment I didn't feel myself. I didn't know what to feel. I didn't know what was safe and what wasn't.

Part of me wanted to relax and eat because I didn't know what was wrong with Mrs. Maggie and she would have wanted me to be eating.

But the other part, the louder part, didn't let me. They wouldn't have taken her in an ambulance with an oxygen mask just for the hell of it. Whatever had happened to her wasn't small and I wasn't sure I was ready to hear about.

Luca's stomach rumbled against my back and I chewed my bottom lip. I was being selfish as hell. I had been so focused on my pains and worries, that I had totally forgotten that my boss wasn't a comfortable chair, but a human that needed food.

"You can get something to eat," I shifted on his lap, trying to get off.

He smiled. "You heard that?"

I nodded. "Felt it."

"Sorry," He placed me down on the warm chair and knelt in front of me. His fingers gently pushed my hair behind my ears and he smiled at me. "I'm bringing you something to eat. Is there anything you'd like?"

I shook my head. "I'm really not hungry."

"Juice? Coffee? Tea?" He ignored me.

I narrowed my eyes and muttered, "Juice."

He grinned. "Got it."

Once he was gone, I sighed and tried to snuggle up with my knees. The chair without Luca in it, was extremely uncomfortable. I was surprised that he had been able to sit on it for three hours without complaining.

He had just been holding me, making sure that I didn't fall more apart than I had.

It felt strange to me. I never had anyone care that way. Not even people that were family or knew me well. Mrs. Maggie had been the only person that cared for me and I had no fear toward it because there was no chance of me falling in love with her that way.

Luca on the other hand...Luca was making it extremely impossible to keep my feelings at bay.

I had been working for him for almost three months and I saw him as a piece of meat, something I could drool over. I wasn't about to start changing that now.

"Okay," He sat down next to me, holding the drinks in one hand and a bag in the other. "I hope you like orange juice; it was the only thing they had. I also brought you," he rummaged through the brown bag, "a chicken salad sandwich and a cookie for a sweet."

"You didn't have to," I muttered, feeling my cheeks turn a slight shade of pink at the smile that grew on his lips. That was a weird reason to blush, but there was something about him that was just making my body react weirdly.

He handed me the cup of orange juice and smiled at me, a cute lopsided smile that made my body react in the most unsexual way possible. I hated it. "You need to eat, hermosa."

I didn't fight him any longer. Now that I had the food in my hands, it was like heaven. I was starving (who wouldn't be after getting some nice dïck?!) and the chicken sandwich tasted like the gods themselves had made it.

Usually I expected hospital food to taste terrible, but the sandwich was delicious. The cookie had been warm and the chocolate chip bits melted in my mouth. Maybe it was because I had been starving, but everything tasted great.

"Thank you," I cleaned the corners of my mouth with the napkin, "it was really good."

"No problem, hermosa," He replied, taking a sip from his drink. After we were done eating, I stood up to throw out our trash and then took a sit next to him.

"I don't know how you sit in these. My ass hurts."

Luca laughed, grabbing my hips and lifted me unto his lap. I almost purred like a damn cat. Man, was I loving this spoiling side of him. "Is this better?"

I nodded, curling my body against him. He was so warm and firm. I felt...safe. I didn't know what I had to feel safe from, but I did. It was strange that I felt that way, he was just my boss, but I felt like I could trust him with my soul and he would have taken care of me.

This was the shïtty part about emotions. I began to overthink everything. Everything he did suddenly seemed perfect and it was starting to annoy me. I didn't want to feel anything for him other than lust and appreciation.

"So," he cleared his throat, "are you going to tell me about her?"

I tensed against him. There it goes again; my stupid body reacting weirdly. I tried to relax and shrugged. "She's my neighbour."

"I know that, hermosa," he whispered, making our position feel so much more...just more. "I want to know who she is to you."

"She's like the mother I never had," I whispered back and it scared the shït out of me. I had never admitted that to anyone, not even Mrs. Maggie. She knew that I was really close to her because she was the closest thing to a maternal figure I ever had, but she didn't know that I thought of her so highly.

Luca nodded, his chin brushed against the top of my head and he tightened his hold on me. It wasn't tight enough to hurt me, but tight enough that it felt good. Great, in fact. "I'm sorry, hermosa," he whispered, "I did not mean to bring back unwanted memories."

I shrugged. "You didn't," I whispered in response. I really didn't understand why we were whispering like two convicts in the run because there wasn't anyone walking by, but it felt...nice. It felt like we shared a secret that no one else did.

That stupid feeling of security came back. He felt so good in the most unsexual way. It felt amazing having his arms around me, comforting me, keeping me grounded when all I wanted to do was run into the wall and bash my head open.

It was almost like he could make my head stop thinking of the worst scenarios. His dïck was so damn good that it was affecting every bit of me, dammit.

"It's been three hours," he sighed, "they should have told us something by now."

"Holy shït," I sat up, turning to look at him, "it's been three hours! You can go home and rest. Damn," I grimaced, "I'm sorry, I didn't know that it had been that long!"

"Hermosa, stai calma." He tried to pull me back against his chest, but I struggled.

"Luca, you can go, I don't want to be a burden. You have things to do."

"I cleared my schedule to be with you," He responded, still trying to get me back to our previous, comfortable position.

I gritted my teeth, holding back the urge to bite him. "I can do it alone!"

"It's not bad to have a friend."

"My only friend is in the emergency room and I have no idea why she's in there." I stood up, I couldn't be on him anymore. His touch was doing shït to me. His presence was unwinding every bit of me.

He sighed, sliding his hand down his face and looked up at me with piercing, blue eyes. "Daniela," God, that Italian accent was unholy, "I know she means a lot to you. I don't want to see you go through something like this. I'm just trying to be a good friend."

"You're my boss," I snapped, clenching my jaw tightly.

Luca raised an eyebrow, his eyes staring intently in mine. He stood up, so I couldn't look down at him anymore. "That you happen to be sleeping with."

"I slept with," I corrected him.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "Why are you shutting down on me now? We were fine. What's wrong now?"

"I don't know!" I threw my hands in the air, "I'm scared because Mrs. Maggie's life could be in danger and-"

He cupped my face in his hands and pressed a soft kiss to my mouth. It was gentle and sweet and everything that made my stomach flip uncomfortably.

The asshole actually kissed me to shut me up!

"Let me be your friend, hermosa," He whispered, pulling back to look down at my eyes, "let me comfort you when you need it most."

I wanted so badly to tell him to stop right there. I wanted to tell him that emotions were out of the question, that we were just going to fück until I couldn't remember my own name. That I was too fücked up to do anything other than bring him pleasure.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't tell him to stop reminding me that there was good in this world, that there was hope because hell, did I need it then.

I needed his comfort, his caresses, his hugs. I needed him more than I had when he was teasing me sexually. And it terrified the hell out of me.

"Okay," I whispered, closing my eyes as he pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head, bringing me back down with him on the chair. "Nothing to be sorry for."

I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and held onto him tightly. "Thank you."

"For what?" He pressed a kiss to my head and I tried my best not to melt.

"For being here, comforting me, feeding me; making sure I'm okay."

He hugged me tightly, almost squeezing me into him. "That's what I'm here for."

"And for the amazing orgasms you gave me," I muttered into his chest.

He chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down my back. "I'm here for that, too."

"I mean it," I babbled on, "you were great. I mean, my legs turned to jelly; that's never happened before."

"Anytime, hermosa."

I pouted my lip, my eyes drooping from sleep. "Why couldn't you have said that weeks ago?"

Luca grabbed his suit jacket from the chair beside us and draped it over me. I had gotten hot when we first arrived, but now I was starting to shiver. My dress wasn't really meant for cold hospitals, it was more for being ripped off and being fücked.

"You're tired, rest up. I'll wake you if anything changes."

And just like that, the doctors seemed to remember my presence in the damn waiting room.

"Are you Mrs. Richardson's daughter?"

I immediately stood up, almost tripping over the quick movements of my feet. Luca held my waist, keeping me steady and warm. I loved his hands and dïck. Oh, and his mouth worked wonders, couldn't forget how amazing he used that tongue.

"Not quite, but close enough."

The doctor raised a confused eyebrow, but didn't question me. "She wanted us to let you know of her condition."

I nibbled on my bottom lip nervously. "Is she okay?"

"Mrs. Richardson is fine. She just fell and bruised her hip."

A ton of anxiety disappeared and I breathed out in relief. "So, she's okay?"

"She will be fine. She will just need a lot of rest."

I nodded. "Can I go see her?"

"Yes, of course. She's in room 325."

"Thank you."

"No problem."

I turned to look at Luca with a wide grin and threw my arms around him. "She's okay!"

He chuckled, steadying me against him and said, "I told you she would be okay. Would you like me to stay here while you go meet her?"

"Nah," I waved the comment away, "you can come meet her. She's awesome."

"Very well," he grabbed his suit jacket and for the third time this night, draped it over me, covering my shoulders. I shot him a grateful smile and he returned it, revealing cute dimples on his cheeks.

There came the stupid butterflies again. I was about to punch my stomach to make the stupid feeling go away. I didn't like it. Sex was better without any emotions. I had to make sure I didn't ruin our amazing sexcapades because I got some stupid butterflies.

"Hello? Yes, I would like to know where Margaret Richardson's room is at."

I frowned, my head snapping up to look at the person speaking and dropped my jaw.

Mrs. Maggie's son was here.

I gritted my teeth, placing my hands on my hips and stopped in front of Mrs. Maggie's door. That asshole had some balls. Hell, he had some nerves to show his face while I was around.

He hadn't called Mrs. Maggie in months. He didn't return her calls and was always too busy to answer them, but as soon as he heard that something happened to his mother, he hurried on over.

"I'm her son," he smiled at the receptionist. "Michael Richardson."

I wanted to smack the smile off his face. He lived in Ohio it took an hour and a half by plane to get to New York and by what Mrs. Maggie had said, he was pretty well off in the wealth department. There was no reason it should have taken him four damn hours to get to the hospital.

"Daniela?" Luca frowned down at me. "Are you alright?"

"Huh?" I snapped my eyes away from Michael, "I'm fine, sorry. Just thought of something."

I couldn't exactly explain why I was so upset that Michael had shown up to see his mom. I mean, Mrs. Maggie wasn't my mom, but I still treated her like she was!

He could have gotten stuck in traffic, that's why he showed up so late.

He doesn't seem the least bit preoccupied! Maybe I was just an overdramatic bïtch, but if I had been in his place, I would have cancelled everything just to be by her side and make sure she was okay.

Michael Richardson se jodío because I was about to ruin his life.

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Next chapter is going to be interesting. It'll be Mrs. Maggie, her two sons vs Daniela. 

Also, no Daniela isn't already falling in love. She's starting to grow a crush on him, which is only logical bc he had a magical dxck. Haha, jk! When we're sad our brain produces some chemicals that I'm too tired to remember, but when we're being comforted our brain produces some other shxt that makes us like a person. That's what she's experiencing now(:

Btw, I shall be posting a preview of two new stories that I will be working on when I finish either Au Pair or Moonlight Kisses (idk what will be finished first) so keep an eye out for those if you like my crazy style of writing - and obviously some smut(;

xo, Luna