Fear : A Bad Boy Mafia Pregnancy Romance Novel (10 page)

Chapter 7

  Olivia huffs, wiping her glistening forehead with the back of her hand, as she makes her way back over to the sink to rinse her rag.

  She squirts a dollop of dish soap onto the stained cloth, rubbing it between her fingers and lathering it up before running the hot water over it to rinse it clean.

  She honestly didn’t think it would ever get finished. Olivia’s never seen so much rotting food in her life. Spaghetti, fish and chips, old sushi; all old and all stinking up the place.

“I wonder if they have any baking soda around here.” She whispers to herself as she rings the water from the rag before folding it over and placing on the counter beside the sink.

  She looks through the cupboards, pushing the various peanut butters and stale boxes of crackers out of the way as she looks for something to freshen the fridge’s rancid stink before hearing the kitchen door swing open.

  Olivia glances up, her heart fluttering as she sees Mr. Condello walk through the doorway with his coffee cup.

“More coffee?” She asks, smiling softly at him.

“Did you make some?” He asks, lifting his cup.

“Yes, I did, it should still be hot.” She says, motioning towards the coffee pot on the counter.

“Great.” He says, pouring himself a cup. “So, how is it going?”

“Really good.” She says, nodding her head as she sighs out. “I cleaned out the fridge completely. Nothing gross in there at all.”

“You threw out everything?” He asks, walking towards the fridge and grabbing the handle to open the door and look inside. “There was stuff I was saving…”

“Oh, sir, I’m sorry…” Olivia starts. “It was… it was all bad, there was nothing in there that anyone should really have eaten.”

“I’m kidding.” He says, chuckling as he closes the fridge door again.

“Oh…” She laughs nervously.

“Everything else is going fine?” He asks her, leaning against the counter. “You got a chance to eat some lunch?”

“Oh, yes, of course.” She says. “I ate… almost couldn’t because I kept smelling that fridge though.” She jokes.

  He chuckles, nodding his head as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Well, if you’ve already eaten lunch, we’ll just have to do dinner then.” He says after quickly swallowing his coffee.

  Olivia’s heart flutters in her chest again as her knees begin to weaken.

“I, uh…” She says, her face flushing brightly as she smooths her fingers over her ponytail. “I don’t think so.”

“Fair enough.” He says, standing up away from the counter. “Another time, then.”

“Sure.” She says, taking a deep, shaking breath as she nods to him.

  He turns around to walk away, pushing gently against the kitchen door before turning to her one last time.

“Don’t forget, Olivia,” He says. “When you get a chance, come and see me and we’ll sign some paperwork.”

“Yes, sir.” She says. “I’ll still be a few minutes, though.”

“Take your time.” He says, disappearing out the door. 

  She lets out a loud, deep breath as she leans against the wall before rubbing her palms over her face.

“I don’t think so.” She says, mocking herself as she shakes her head. “He asks me to dinner and I puss out. What even was that?”

  She sighs again, looking around the kitchen before walking over to the sink and turning on the hot water tap before picking up a plate and dripping a drop of soap onto it.

  Olivia washes it, placing it in the rack beside the sink to dry before turning off the water and walking towards the kitchen door, pushing it open and leaving the kitchen.

“I guess there’s no better time than now to see what sort of paperwork needs to be signed.” She says to herself quietly as she begins her unfamiliar trek down the hallway to his office.

Chapter 8

  She smooths her fingers over her flyaway hairs as she walks down the hallway, her eyes briefly gazing at all the various names on the office doors.

“This was the hallway he walked down, right?” She asks herself quietly as she spins around.

“There it is.” She says, her eyes catching the
Condello
scrolled across the frosted glass door of the furthest door down.

  She walks towards it, reaching out to twist the handle, knocking as she opens it.

“Mr. Condello?” She says, peaking her head inside. “Do you want to do that paperwork yet?”

  She watches as he spins around in his desk chair, smirking as he looks up to her.

“Sure.” He says, motioning towards the dark leather chair across from him. “Please sit.”

  She walks towards him, smoothing her skirt as she slides into the seat, a small “Oh” escaping from between her lips as she sinks down into the plush cushion.

“Comfortable, isn’t it?” He asks, smiling at her as he watches her rest her arms on the tall armrests.

“Yes, it is.” She giggles. “Wish I had a chair like this at home.”

“If you want I can see what I can do for you?” He asks her.

“No, no, that’s okay.” She says, nervously, watching as he opens a drawer in his desk, pulling out a stack of paper and placing it on the desk.

  He slides the stack of paper towards her before reaching for a pen from a cup.

“First day almost over.” He says, placing the pen on top of the papers. “How do you like it here?”

“Well, so far all I’ve done is clean a fridge.” She says, smiling shyly at him. “But if that’s the worst of what I can expect, then count me up to stay forever.”

“Glad to hear it.” He says, motioning towards the stack of papers in front of her.

  She reaches towards the papers, pulling them the rest of the way to her before flipping over the stack and beginning to fill out her tax information.

“Lisa likes to make first days hard for everyone I hire.” He says as she fills out the forms. “Don’t take it personally. She’s been here for so long that I think she forgets what a first day is like.”

“Don’t worry about it, really, she’s not that mean.” Olivia says, her voice trailing off as she notices something unusual. “Excuse me, Mr. Condello…” She begins.

“Yes?” He says, leaning forward over his desk to help her.

“The contract has a mistake on it.” She says, turning it for him to see before pointing out the error with her pen. “It says I’m going to be making seventy-five thousand dollars a year. As much as I’d like that, I was only making about sixteen thousand before… and I know you said double my pay, but I can’t accept that much money for janitor work.”

“Pretty and modest.” He says, leaning back in his chair. “You don’t feel like you’re worth seventy-five?”

“Well… no.” She says quietly. “I just don’t think superficial chores are really worth that kind of price tag.”

“Well…” He starts, his eyes narrowing in on her. “Let’s see if we can make a more fitting deal then. Something that will put you to work…”

  Olivia nervously bunches her fingers into fists in her lap as she slowly nods her head.

“I’m a busy man.” He says, spinning around in his chair to gaze out the window before turning back to her. “And I’ve been on the lookout for a woman like you.”

“A woman like me?” She asks, crossing her ankles under the chair. “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

“I pay you for a few chores… change a trash bag every once in a while… make a pot of coffee… which was great by the way…” He says, his voice calm and steady. “And then when the need arises… you and I will come back here and…”

“And?” She asks defensively. “And what exactly are you expecting me to come back here for?”

  He leans forward onto the desk, smirking as he crosses his fingers over each other.

“I think you know exactly what I’m asking from you.” He says, his voice low but strong.

“Mr. Condello!” Olivia exclaims. “ I would never!”

“What’s the big deal?” He asks her, leaning back in his chair and smirking as he shrugs his shoulders. “You need the money and all I’m asking for back is a little bit of… stress relief.”

“Yes, it is a big deal!” She says, standing up and pointing her finger at him as she raises her voice. “I’ll have you know I’m saving myself! I would never do such a thing! What, do you think I’m a prostitute or something? I worked at a coffee shop before this! Never have I done something so appalling!”

“Alright then.” He says, slowly pulling the contract back towards him. “If you don’t want to take the opportunity…”

“Opportunity?” She asks in disbelief. “I don’t think the selling myself is what I would call an
opportunity
.”

  She turns around to leave, listening to him as she closes the door behind herself.

“If you change your mind, Olivia, and I know you will… the offer will always be back on the table.”

Chapter 9

  She sighs as she leans back into the headrest of her car after parking it in her driveway.

  She practically had to beg on her knees for her old job back and on top of that the manager has placed her back on probation making for a massive pay cut and fewer hours. But at least she has her dignity.

  Olivia steps out of her car, her feet aching as she walks up her front steps. She pulls the mail out of her mail box as she inserts and twists her key inside of the lock before pushing her heavy front door open.

  She steps inside of her house, kicking off her flats before walking towards the kitchen, sighing in bliss as her warm feet cool down on her hardwood floors.

  She grunts as she lets herself fall onto a kitchen chair as she begins to finger through her mail.

“Bills, bills, bills…” She says to herself, resting her elbow on the table and her cheek in her palm as she tosses the envelopes towards the center of the table. “I’m not even going to open them. Don’t have enough to pay ‘em anyway.”

  She swallows hard, feeling the lump in her throat grow as her anxiety rises.

“I don’t know how much longer this can go on.” She whispers to herself, looking around the kitchen. “I might have to sell the house grandma left me…”

  She wipes her welling eyes as she stands up from her chair and makes her way over to the sink to wash the dishes she left in the sink from this morning as she was rushing to get to work.

  She runs the hot water, plugging the sink as she grabs the bottle of dish soap, dropping a few drops of the yellow slime into the water.

  Olivia sighs as she leans over onto the counter ledge as she watches the bubbles foam. She runs her fingers through the suds before running them under the water to rinse off the soap before turning the tap back off.

“Like I want to do more dishes…” She whispers to herself, reaching for the tea towel she has handing on the handle of the stove and wiping her fingers on it.

  She walks back over to the table, sitting back down in her chair before grabbing her bills again.

“I would really like that seventy-five thousand dollar salary right about now.” She says to herself as she fans the bills and waves them by her face. “That’s more money in a year than I’ve probably ever seen in my life.”

  She leans back in her chair, placing the bills on the table.

“And it’s just sex, right?” She says to herself. “What good is being a virgin doing me? At least I can get paid for it…”

  She closes her eyes, sighing out.

“What a slimy prick, though.” She whispers. “Honestly, did he really think I would jump at the chance to become his fuck girl? But so much money…”

  She opens her eyes back up, rubbing them as she stands up from her chair.

Olivia walks out of the kitchen, making her way over to her stair case before climbing up the stairs to her bedroom.

  She enters her room, before lazily letting herself fall over onto her bed. She grabs the edge of her quilt, wrapping herself around in it, her face flushing as she tries to bury it in her pillow.

“And honestly, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to get all this sexual frustration out…” She says to herself.

  She sighs, rolling onto her back as she gazes at the ceiling before closing her eyes and gulping hard.

“Alright.” She says. “I’ll do it.”