Chapter 6 Six

Chapter 6

Genna's POV

I didn't know if I was in a dream or not, because I couldn't explain what was going on.

Genna, think of what to do. He doesn't mean what he just said. These are the words of a drunk man. I thought to myself.

Leonardo paused to look into my eyes, his gaze boring into mine, almost as if he could read my mind.

"Do you want me? You came into this room because you want us to do this , right?" He asked, huskily unbuttoning his shirt.

In less than few seconds, he threw his shirt off his body and his chest lay bare before me. He was strongly built with broad shoulders and firm biceps. His chest was solid and strewn with muscles down to his abdomen.

Oh my fucking goodness...

That's the dream body I used to dream about.

He pressed down with his lips on mine, crushing my lips with his, as our lips moved in sync. His lips were soft yet demanding. The kiss was a good one, that left me wanting more.

As I stared at him, lost in my thoughts, he placed my hands on his chest while he fumbled with my gown.

The thought of Leonardo ever touching that part of my body, shook me back to reality. I pushed his hands off my body, and pulled away from him.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"You're drunk. I'm sorry but I shouldn't have entered the room in the first place. I'm leaving."

As I walked back to my room, I felt so quilty for even kissing him in the first place. My enemy. My brother's killer.

I went back into my room and headed straight into the shower to wash off my body because I felt so dirty.

My regret was that I wasn't able to take the picture but I'll try again later.

If he tries to talk about this night's event by morning, I'll lie about it. I'll tell him that it's just fragments of his imagination.

As I lay back on my bed, I began to reflect on the events of this past days. How Collins was murdered in cold murder, Aunt Francesca's betrayal, meeting Leonardo, Marco coming into the picture, it was just overwhelming.

Tears began to roll down my cheeks as I reminisced on everything. But amidst the darkness, Marco's words seemed to give me some hope.

The feeling that he would support and help me to get revenge, lightened my heart. Now, all I have to do is to plan on how to get to Leonardo.

I must get pass his high walls and apparently the closest channel to his heart, is only one person; Denise.

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The next morning I woke up as early as 4am. I went into Denise' room so as to wake her to get ready for school.

It was surprising how she accepted me as her nanny without much stress and how she is willing to work with me.

As we finished the preparations, it was already 7am.

"Denise, go and tell Uncle Leo that you're ready for school." I said and Denise went sprinting to Leonardo's room.

Soon enough,she was already coming downstairs with Leonardo.

"Good morning Sir." I said

"Denise, get your bag, let's leave." Leonardo said, ignoring my greeting. Maybe he was supset about last night.

When he came back to the house, I was mopping up the hallway.

"Good morning, Sir." I said but he responded with a grunt as he went up the stairs.

Oh well...

This might be difficult.

Why would he not respond to my greeting like a normal human being should?

"Good morning Sir Leo..." I repeated. He must get to talk to me.

"I heard you the first time." He hissed.

"But you didn't respond at first."

Leonardo turned abruptly and cocked an eyebrow at me

"What did you say?" He asked.

"I said you didn't respond to my greeting. That's rude." I said without flinching, holding the mop stick.

He turned around and began to walk down the stairs, towards my direction. My heart was beating furiously but I managed to maintain eye contact with him.

He was wearing a black shirt which stuck to his flesh, portraying the firm structure of his upper body. The shirt was buttoned halfway, exposing his chest and solid build.

He walked and stopped in front of me, his eyebrows furrowing.

My goodness, he is so fucking attractive. Strands of his hair fell across his face, towards his eyebrows and his dark eyes bore into mine.

How could a man be so good looking yet exude such a dark aura.

"Did you just call me rude?" He asked, his baritone voice resonating in my head.

Genna, show no form of fear. I maintained my defiant gaze on him with my lips pressed firmly.

"Yes. That was rude. You should not be rude to people."

His face showed surprise as he lifted his eyebrows and his eyes widened. Slowly, his lips curled up in a little smile.

"Are you telling me what to do now? How to behave?" He asked, putting his hands inside his pocket.

"I'm not. It's just a reminder incase you forgot." I said.

His expression was unreadable, as he came closer, standing bare inches away from my face. I perceived his soft scent of lavender and it almost melted my heart.

He grabbed my jaw and raised my face up to look up at him. If he was expecting me to cower at his tall frame, I didn't do it. His grip on my jaw became firm but I didn't react.

"Don't forget your place, Genna. Or I might be forced to do what you wouldn't like." He muttered to my face.

Leonardo let go of my face abruptly, making my jaw drop. He strided towards the staircase without saying another word while I stared at him.

A devil in human form. He dared to touch my face and threaten me after what he did to my brother.

I'll show him.