YN'S POV:-

"Don't roll your eyes at me, piccolo." He warns.

It's not like he's gonna spank me for real. Right?

Oh sir! Yes please. My inner girl pulls her panties down. Ready for the spankings.

Slut!

His phone rings leaving us out of our little battle of equality.

"I'm coming." He snaps and ends the call.

"Behave, while I am away." He says before placing a kiss on my forehead which makes me smile and warm all over. The first kind of warmth.

After he leaves I walk downstairs, to find something to eat. But that's the thing. I don't know anything here. Or anyone.

"Excuse me." I ask a maid who is crossing the staircase. "Do you know the way to the kitchen?"

"It's left downstairs." She says emotionlessly as she climbs up top with freshly laundered bedsheets.

I take a left after crossing the huge living room and surely there is a luxurious kitchen with a table in the middle.

Ariana sits in one of the chairs, eating from a plate.

A maid served her from a basket of cookies.

"Yn." She squeals when she sees me.

"Good Afternoon, Ariana." I offer her a smile as I take a seat across from her.

"Good morning, more like." She rolls her eyes, continuing to eat her food. "I couldn't sleep at all.

Audrey kept crying and crying and Aless barely slept through the morning. Sometimes I feel like I am going mad." She snorts. "I need a major break and shit..." She curses when her juice glass slips out of her grip and shatters on the floor.

"It's alright, ma'am." The maid ushers back with a rug to wipe off the juice and picks up the shred of glass.

"You should take a break." I shrug.

"Oh honey, with kids, sleep even sounds alien." She murmurs. "Tell me about you."

"I am Yn and I used..." She stops me by waving a dismissive hand in front of my face.

Well..I was telling you about myself.

"I know who you are, who you were. Tell me about you and Jungkook."

"Oh." I go silent.

What about me and him?

"Well..." I begin but nothing gets out.

He is the Don. I am a maid. He saw me, claimed me as his. And that's all between him and me.

We don't have anything going on besides sleeping on the same bed. Staying in the same room. This doesn't claim a status, right?

My inner girl snorts at my reasoning.

"I don't know." I make the words put after what feels like a millennia. "It sounds weird but I have no idea about what is happening between me and the Don."

Which is a truth.

"Sweetheart... If you had any idea, it would have been weird. That fact that you don't know is what makes it normal." She bites into another biscuit.

"Meaning?" I frown.

"That's how the mafia works, sweetheart. You have a lot to learn." She nods. "That's how everything begins."

The last words she says slowly as if telling me a secret.

Everything begins?

Ariana gets up and leaves with a smile, leaving me dumbfounded.

By the time it was evening, I was lounging on the bed with my head hanging down from the edge and my legs toward the ceiling.

Today I had gotten a 'tour' of the house or as Ariana put it. Me and Ariana and baby Audrey had ventured to the backyard and the mansion.

Ariana pointed out this and that, some rooms. For example the Don's study on the floor where I stayed. The laundry room. The kitchen and the sunroom where we lounged till late afternoon and had tea.

From her I had got to know bits and bytes about the family. More like inside information about the family.

Eunwoo DeJeon was the man Ariana was married to and so they have been for ten years. Eunwoo, The Don's elder brother had no interest in the family business, he wanted relief from this life so he went to London, got his doctor's certificate and started to practice there but as old saying goes around here.

"Once you're in the racket, you're always in it." Now though Eunwoo's connection to the underworld business is less he can't lose all the ties with his family, so from time to time they fly to seoul to visit.

Ariana is the daughter of a korean intelligence officer.

After our chat and cups of tea, Ariana got called by a maid saying her husband was looking for her. Cursing multiple times she left and so I came back to the room, watched some stupid documentary on TV and now am laying with my head down and legs up.

I don't know why I am doing it, I have nothing else to do.

I don't get to do my previous chores, I am expected to sit in this room all day and do nothing.

My muscles are going numb from time to time and I feel like thousands of stupid ideas circling my head.

I don't like this. I can't sit this idle and expect to stay sane. I need some activities in my life.

Maybe I should ask The Don if I can do some work around here or not.

It's almost dinner time and I am getting kinda hungry and I don't want to feel like a brat by asking for dinner.

The door opens revealing the same maid I had met earlier on the staircase.

"Miss, Yn. Dinner is served, would you care to join?" She asked as if somebody has had her rehearse the love several times.

Shrugging at my thought I answer her in affirmative before climbing down the bed and going to the bathroom to freshen up.

Having dinner together in the family is always a big thing. It's almost time to bond with everyone after a day of work.

And about Italians, they go by, family first. Family comes first.

Getting out I find a dress neatly folded up on the bed with matched under garments. I remember the Don's saying from the morning and it makes me roll my eyes.

Not like he can see me anyway.

The dress is pastel blue and relatively short and tight around my chest area.

God's blessed me with fat right where it wasn't needed.

Otherwise pushing my breasts up in an almost alluring manner the dress was quite decent. I applied Vaseline on my lips that I found in the bathroom and wore shoes that I wore earlier and walked down stairs to the dining room where The Don sat at the head of the table, Eunwoo on the other end, Ariana on his lap.

They were making out without a hint of public display.

"Piccolo." His voice made me look up to his eyes. He patted the chair beside him.

I took a seat. A butler was standing next to the Don. "We'll start now." He informed me.

The maids started to bring food in dishes.

Ariana had finally gotten down from her place and sat next to her husband. Their five year old came rushing in the room.

"Uncle Jk." He squealed.

"Hey, champ." Don fist pumped him.

The little boy then jumped to his mama's arm and kissed all over her face making Ariana giggle then took his place next to his father as he started to stuff his face with food.

"Easy there, buddy." His father tuned the napkin properly to his collar.

The boy sheepishly grinned and began to eat properly, for a minute or so.

Dinner was quite apart from the occasional discussions between Eunwoo and Jungkook.

Ariana and I made small talk about Italy and she told me they were flying back to London tomorrow morning that, Eunwoo had an emergency surgery to perform.

We finished dinner and I went up to the room.

Walking inside the walk-in closet I felt astounded as I found the left hand side rack filled with clothes.

New clothes. Nice clothes.

I pick up one dress and hold it against myself watching my reflection on the full length mirror.

It's perfectly my size.

He seriously got me dresses! And so many.

It's outrageous! It's abnormal.

How can he buy me so many dresses that I didn't even need?

He doesn't know if I have clothes

And seeing as it, he doesn't even care if I have dresses or not. He just does what he wants to.

Ignoring the burn of my self-respect I hang the dress back up and pull one of the drawers to find something to change into for sleeping.

Usually this drawer contains the T-shirts that Jungkook doesn't wear anymore and which I have

<been using for night wear.

But instead of the shirts I found several lacy sets of short shorts and tops. Some gauze that they say nightgowns and a silk robe.

He's mental! My inner girl screams.

Fuming I slam the drawer shut and start hunting for the old shirts. I find them in one of the bottom drawers. I pull out a fresh pair of cotton panties and discard my bra before pulling on an old T-shirt.

But you've at least gotta thank him for the nice underwear he got you. My inner girl points out.

Yeah. I snort.

Stupid man. Stupid rich man doing whatever he wants.

I crawl under the sheets not bothering to close the drapes. Unlike the heat in the morning, the night was quite cool.

A soft breeze came through the almost closed sliding doors. The breeze felt like winter was here.

I love winter.

Winter is cookies and cake. Hot chocolate and eggnog. Christmas and Santa!

Thinking all these I have no idea when I felt my eyelids drop but I did catch the Don entering the room. Getting undressed and getting into bed.

I want to turn to him and yell about buying me things that I didn't need but I am so tired of doing SO.

I love winter.

Winter is cookies and cake. Hot chocolate and eggnog. Christmas and Santa!

Thinking all these I have no idea when I felt my eyelids drop but I did catch the Don entering the room. Getting undressed and getting into bed.

I want to turn to him and yell about buying me things that I didn't need but I am so tired of doing SO.

So I just let him spoon me with one of his large arms draped around my breast and the other going under me moving closer to my sex, cupping it.

I give out a moan of carnal want.

It makes me feel so horny. And I am so sleepy.

I literally did nothing today.

You breathed. That's a lot of work. My inner girl says sarcastically.

You can fuck yourself. I give her the finger.

"Sleep my sweet." I hear before I lose myself to oblivion.

(TO BE CONTINUED)

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