An Italian’s Escort Lover

Niccolo Point of View

If she thought I would be all putty and pussy around her after wedding her so graciously and secretly, then she don’t know who Niccolo Russo is.

Marrying her was just to assure she stays with me and never run away. And since she is a family person who gives importance to relationships, she will now prefer to stay as a maid in the mansion near me than go away from me.

This is what I want. Now that I’m relaxed about her staying, I started rattling her slowly.

It has been two weeks of our marriage and I continued to acknowledge her in the family house and efficiently ignored her like I used to at first.

Though my silent treatment towards her has not changed, her treatment towards me did change a little. She has been looking at me more these days, caring for me and providing me with whatever I need. On one hand, I secretly enjoyed her growing attention which came with marriage while on the other, I felt sorry as well.

The reason that a legal relationship tag is all what got her to look at him in a different view is what perturbed me. I wished she had that very little confidence she has been showing from the past few days was also present when they had no title to their relationship.

I knew, I knew how she must have felt putting herself in inferior shoes. I knew how she despised being a mistress. She loved being with me but the reality that she was being with me as a mistress hurt her for so many long years.

And I knew it. I didn’t want her to think she was just a mere mistress and the love I have for her would wear off once she is out of my life. In fact, I had secretly planned to court her properly once she is out of that damned contract.

But Phoebe’s life was never so easy as it turned out to give me more complications than I hoped for. But one thing is clear, courted or not, liked or not, wanted or not, now she is my wife and the assurance I gave her in the form of the title is enough to keep her around me, invested in me.

But the mission not completed yet. No, it has just started. Marrying her is the first step in pledging my devotion to her unconditionally no matter what her background is. Now is the second part, the complicated part, of the mission starts.

Having the same promise from her for me despite of my position and my conditions.

I just want her and her acceptance towards me no matter what or who I am; and that, I will achieve sooner or later.

Looking at her working her magic in kitchen was something I missed a lot the past few months. I was the one who taught her how to cook. Some days, I also accompanied her to the cooking classes I enrolled her into just to spend time with her in something productive.

It was always such a pleasure to cook with her along. It was a kind of relaxation to me. Recuperation!

I stood just behind the pillar adjacent to the kitchen and watched her flow easily in the kitchen working on the terms of Mrs. Jones instructions. These two old ladies has been a good influence on her.

“Are you not going to add asparagus to that? Sort the asparagus a little and grill it. It tastes good along with the stew and fish.” Mrs. Jones ordered Bella, while she was grating carrots herself.

“Nic – Mr. Russo, he doesn’t like asparagus much.” Bella provided making me smile.

Ah, so she does remember. Good. She is thinking for me, about me is already a good pass.

Mrs. Jones eyes gleamed knowingly at her but she covered her smile with a serious look and raised an eyebrow questioningly at the startled Bella, “How do you know?”

Bella fumbled over her words and gasped at little, “He – he told me what he eats and what not few days ago.” Mrs. Jones nodded her head and turned away so Bella wouldn’t notice her small smile.

Indeed, My Bella is the best girl in the whole universe, but right now she is a little chickened out.

“Hmm, you go bring the spices box from the store room. We are short of them right now.” Bella nodded her head and walked towards me.

Just as she is two or three steps away from my unnoticed presence, her leg tugged the wires sprawling on the floor and slipped. Not thinking about the further consequences, I speed out of the shadows and ran to her and caught her just as she touched the floor.

She was saved, tugged safely in my arms while I took the fall for her. I expected the fall to be painless but with her falling on my twisted leg, seems like I sported a good sprain or fracture.

My breath quickened at the shooting pain and a soft yelp came out from my mouth. Oh f**k, I did not expect the fall to be this severe.

Bella gasped at our current position and noticed the pain in my face. She quickly got up from me and looked down at me in pain.

“Why the hell are the wires sprawled on the floor?” I hissed as I noticed Mrs. Jones making her way towards us in a hurry. Trying to get up on my own was a failure knowing I had sprained it a big deal.

Damn, it hurts a lot.

“Oh my god, Nick! What the fish happened here.” She ran to me giving her hand to me to take while Bella was already trying to support my injured leg.

“I was just asking that Mrs. Jones. Why are the voltage wires sprawled so freely on the floor?” I asked again grunting at the shoot pain.

On one side Mrs. Jones held me wrapping my hand around her shoulder and on the other Bella did the same. “We have the electrician over as there was a short circuit in the backyard room due to rain last night. He is checking all the wires and connection the entire mansion to be on the safe side.” Mrs. Jones clarified, helping me to my room.

Bella, on the other hand is openly fretting for me which did not go unnoticed by me. She did not realize that she is openly making a scene out of the situation.

Once I’m sitting comfortably on my bed, Bella helped me with my leg putting a pillow under it and ran to my fridge. Mrs. Jones called for a doctor even on my opposition.

“I am fine, Mrs. Jones. It is just a sprain; if you please get me the spray then it will get better in few hours.” I said leaning to the night table and looking for a spray in the drawers.

She threw a stern glare at me and pulled the ice pack from Bella’s hands and placed it on my leg. The look on Bella’s face was indescribable.

She was fretting, guilty, stunned and a little furious too at Mrs. Jones actions.

“You do notice that your head is bleeding right? Good thing that your Nonna is not here or else she would be suffering a heart attack right now seeing her favorite grandson hurt.” She ranted and stood up from his side.

“I am going downstairs to get some painkillers for now. Phoebe, look after him for awhile.” Saying, she walked out, clearly meaning to give me and Bella some privacy.

This is what I like about the most beautiful two old women in this house, they discreetly help me with my situation.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a monotonous tone when I felt a touch on my temple. Bella looked at me with a concerned look almost ready to cry.

Though I hate to see her worries, it felt good that she worried for me. It always felt good to have her undivided attention all for myself. If understood well, she is the best companion one wishes for.

“Cleaning your injury.” She answered shortly dabbing the cotton on my forehead. Once the wound was cleaned with the alcohol, she blew on it ever so soft that her mere breath got me aroused.

“No need for that. Mrs. Jones will do that for me or Nonna should be on her way here she will do that for me.” I brushed her hand away from me and continued to put her at a distance

Come on Bella, say what you have to. Don’t disappoint me, please.

“No please you are hurt and you need care.” She fussed coming close to me again. She was desperate to handle me, I can see that, but that is not enough.

“Stop faking it and just get out.” I retorted haughtily muttering, “As if you care.”

Her faced paled at my words and tears rolled down her eyes expressing the pain I caused her. Not soon her face reddened in rage with a serious look.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

“I’m am you WIFE. Why do you think I don’t care?” She gritted shutting me up and treating my wound with angry huffs. I bit back the smile that was almost on my lips.

There it is. She accepted. She accepted our relationship finally. Now it is only the matter of time and a little more effort for her to accept it before my family, our family.

Just the matter of time… she will be completely MINE.

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