An Italian's Virgin Escort Series novel Chapter 86

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 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.