Chapter 4 The Devil's Lair

• Mateo’s P.o.v
• Even though I had just finished having sex, my dick still couldn’t take the responsibility of suppressing my desires for her, at the sight of her butt, her big fat butt! It looks so massive and I wanted to have a feel of it so bad. But, that would ruin the deal.
• Before that night at the auction, I had just returned from a business trip with Pablo, my father’s former colleague before his assassination by Salvatore, his only trusted friend who betrayed him. I felt so hot that I needed to get laid so bad. I made a call to one of my agents in charge, but unfortunately, there were no reservations on ground. However, he made me realize that there was an auction going on and if I’d be interested.
• At first, I felt reluctant to be involved because I’d rather want an experienced lady to get down with that night than a naïve one. I thought of why a lady so innocent would want to give that away for some money. And then I realized that if she can be so responsible for keeping her dignity for that long, then money isn’t probably her priority or what she’s truly after. I then made up my mind to give it a try, to help that one lucky lady with my riches and if she insist on getting laid, then so be it.
• I requested the ladies' pictures to choose my interest and came across Jasmine. Her beauty was so unmatched; she literally stood out amongst the rest. Her almond-brown eyes, ebony skin, and full lips were so tempting. But there was something more. Her surname struck a nerve and I found myself pretty much interested in her.
• At the auction room, she made it known that she only needed money for her mother’s treatment and not for any other intentions. I made a deal with her to be my maid for two years in replace of the auction’s agreement of which she will always be available whenever I need her service.
• Although I never told her there wouldn’t or would be other maids, she gladly accepted the offer without any hesitation. But, I swear if she ever made me have my way, I’d gladly accept it. However, my interest was far beyond that. She may just be my enemy’s daughter I have been looking for all this while and I can’t afford to mess it up by allowing my desires to take charge.
• I received a message today from Jason, one of my boys about “Sinaloa”. They are our closest enemy and their leader, Guzman was a friend to Salvatore. But since, Salvatore’s death, they have been restless about bringing us down and taking our territory. I had been summoned by Pablo to be in Italy first thing tomorrow morning. I was in the middle of the conversation with Jason when my stomach began to rumble. I ordered for some meals, but was trash. However, I managed to eat them.
• As time passed, I couldn’t take it anymore, I then decided to call Jasmine. I began to feel hot at the mention of her name and at the same time hungry. I got really mad when I called her once, but didn’t pick up. I wasn’t brought up to call twice, and then I decided to message her instead.
• The call girl I had ordered came in shortly after and I rounded up my conversation with Jason. After he left, we went to my guest room instead and all I could remember was swinging into action and banging her mercilessly for hours. I’m pretty sure her cry of pleasure was what made Jasmine barge in that way- like a mother reaching for her endangered child. I could see embarrassment written all over her as she turned to leave, but I had to stop her.
• I got really mad by the look of time to see that she was one minute late and I decided to halt my activities. I wore a towel over my loin and came right in front of her. She fidgeted on sight and it makes me wonder if she could really be Salvatore’s daughter. Because according to Pablo, that man was fearless to the core!
• “Sorry.” Her tiny voice pleaded and her face fell to the ground avoiding my gaze. “And I’m sorry I missed your call.”
• “Get to work already, Jasmine. You will prepare me some Camarones al Majo de Ajo (a type of Mexican dish made of shrimp sautéed in a spicy garlic butter sauce, served with rice, beans, and tortillas). The kitchen is a few paces by your right downstairs with everything you need. Your room is five rooms away from here.” I said, not giving a fuck on how sorry she was.
• “Excuse me?” she asked, confused.
• I furrowed my brow and that didn’t seem to scare her. The majority of my workers would succumb at the sight of my expression. “Is there a problem, Jasmine?”
• “Yes, there is. There is a problem because sleeping overnight wasn’t part of the agreement.” She retorted even before I could turn to leave for my shower.
• “Well, you are going to be my maid, henceforth. And as my maid, that would imply attending to my very needs such as cooking and cleaning whenever I need it except, of course, sex. That was part of the agreement wasn’t it?” I smirked. “Besides, I’ve got an 8 a.m. appointment tomorrow morning and I’m a big fan of early morning coffee. Again, I hate being taken for granted.
• She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked away. “Fine!” she said.
• She head downstairs hurriedly and I could watch her ass sway from left to right with every movement.
• I curse at my dick for being too unreasonable. “Not again, little man. We have a target remember? We need to be sure if she’s truly Salvatore’s daughter and then she’d only grow to love me more. Because, I will make sure not only her life ends miserably, but all of Salvatore’s entire household. I will make sure death is the beginning of their pain.”
• A knock came on my door moments later and I opened it. I could see Jasmine holding a tray of food. They were neatly placed on the tray with a clean towel over them.
• “Here’s your meal, Mr. Mateo.” She handed me the tray and I only reached for the towel.
• I removed the towel and took the spoon lying flat on the tray. I opened one of the bowls and the aroma that emanated was just way too good to ignore that I began to salivate mentally, but didn’t show my satisfaction. I took a spoonful and Jasmine only watched as I did. I covered the bowl, placed the spoon beside the tray, and then proceed to collect the tray from her.
• “Anything else?” Jasmine’s brown, almond eyes shone as she asked me and it took for my self-control to overcome it.
• That will be all!
• She nodded and head for her room and I shut the door behind me. I opened my meal and was once again welcomed by an irresistible aroma and I didn’t hesitate to shove the food down my throat.
• I finished my meal in no time and I must admit, Jasmine’s a very good cook. I stroll down to her room and could find her door half -way shut with her back facing the door from afar. I peeped through the door and could hear her mutter some words, but loud enough as I got closer to the door.
• “No, I’m sure about this. Whatever it is, I just have to be careful and I do really hope he didn’t see me. I really have to be very careful around him until all of this is over. And thank you for covering up for me. I owe you one.” I heard her say to the person she’s with on phone with.
• A surge of irritation swept through me, escalating my emotional state. “So, she’s been planning to kill me. My instinct was right all along.”
• It’s game over, bitch!