Chapter Eight
Harper still did every one of her duties. She continued to clean Enzo’s home. His kids’ room was still off limits, and she refused to cross that boundary. She could tell he’d been to hell and back.
She cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner, along with the occasional snack and cake. She loved to prepare food for him. They had set up a nice, cozy setting between the two. He did have to go out to business, and when he returned, they often ended up naked.
He’d taken her uniforms away from her, so she tended to clean in her old clothes. The packages had continued to arrive, and Enzo refused to have her in any other bedroom. She stayed with him in the master bedroom. Her clothes were already in a closet.
Pulling the latest batch of laundry out of the dryer, Harper was folding them, putting them in a basket to take upstairs and put away. Other clothes were placed near the ironing station. She had a casserole in the oven with Enzo expected to arrive home within the hour.
She tried to make food that could keep past the cooking time and stayed warm. She’d get the food to just cooked, put it on the warm setting, and they were good to go.
Harper finished folding the laundry and made her way to the ironing board to get started on pressing his shirts. She knew, to many, this was just her job, but it was more than that. She enjoyed taking care of him.
It had been a couple of weeks since Halloween, and they hadn’t really discussed what happened that night. They were going to have a baby? She wasn’t sure.
She would love to have his baby, even though they had agreed to never fall in love.
This made no sense, because Enzo had also said she wasn’t allowed to be with any other man.
As far as she was concerned, that was more than okay with her.
She wasn’t looking for anyone else, because she had fallen in love with him.
It was all so confusing, but they were working so well, and she didn’t want to question it, which would spoil what they had.
She moved the iron slowly across his shirt, getting all the creases out.
Harper was so lost in her thoughts and confusion, she didn’t even hear Enzo enter the room, and was only aware of him as he put his hands around her waist. This made her scream, but the moment he put his lips to her ear and told her who it was, she was able to settle down.
Her heart raced. “You scared me.”
“I did call out that I was home.” He kissed her cheek. “You’re ironing.”
“I have to iron. There is no way you’re going to work with creases.”
“You do realize that from time to time, I torture people?” he asked.
This made her pause. She was aware of his work, and she was no fool to it. This was the first time he’d actually spoken about it.
“Well, you can look good while you’re doing your job.”
Also, it made her nervous, because she was just a cleaner, and well, he was a Capo. They were not supposed to mesh. Not in their world. It was crazy. She had a constant horrible feeling that something bad was going to happen.
“I’ve got something for you,” he said, kissing her cheek.
She put the iron away and quickly turned it off. She was always safer than sorry.
Enzo took hold of her hand, pulled her out of the laundry room, through to the kitchen, and then made their way toward the dining room. He surprised her by letting go of her hand, but he clearly wasn’t done with her yet, as he covered her eyes.
“What is all this?” she asked.
He sat her down in a chair and told her to keep her eyes closed, which she did. Something was placed in her hand, and Enzo told her to open her eyes.
She had no choice but to blink a few times, and the moment she did, she looked down at the book he’d placed in her hand. It was not just any book. It was a booklet of courses that could be taken at a college.
She opened the book and flicked across each section, taking it all in. She was shocked. “What is this?”
“I’ve spoken to the campus principal. You can choose a course or a couple, whatever takes your fancy, and the learning is remote.
There might be times you need to go in to study, but that would be up to you.
I can arrange for one-on-one tutors if you need it.
You wanted to go to college, and I can’t offer you the full-time experience of living on campus, but I can offer you this. ”
She couldn’t believe it. “You’re willing to let me learn?”
“An educated woman does not scare me. Your dad is a fucking asshole. You want to learn, and this place does not take you all freaking day to clean. You must be looking for work. Now, instead of making notes in those notebooks from my library, you can put all of that to good work and start studying.”
She couldn’t believe it. She was willing to learn while living with her dad—remotely, to bring down the expense—but also to study in her own time, so it didn’t affect her ability to work. He wouldn’t have any of it, turned down all of her ideas.
“You’re quiet,” Enzo said. “Do you not want to do this?”
“I do. This is amazing.” She felt tears fill her eyes, and she put the booklet back on the table, went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. “This has got to be one of the sweetest things anyone has ever done for me.”
“I don’t think it’s sweet. I just added to your workload.” He winked at her.
“It is. This means a lot to me. I love learning.”
He reached up and tucked some hair behind her ear. “You can have anything you want, Harper. All you have to do is ask.”
There was one thing she was wanting, but she had a feeling it was not going to come with her asking. She wanted him to love her. That was a boundary they shouldn’t cross and was not going to work. She couldn’t help but feel like something bad was going to happen.
“This is all I need,” she said, kissing him again.
“You know, I didn’t do this for sex,” Enzo said.
“I know, because you’re going to get that regardless.” She pushed him down into the chair and moved to straddle his waist. “If you didn’t do this for sex, would you like me to stop? I can go back to pressing your shirts.”
He grabbed her ass, and then gave her a little swat that made her cry out.
“Take off the jeans,” he said.
Harper had no choice but to climb off his lap, and she stepped back.
With his gaze on her, the hungry look in his eyes, she felt ...
consumed. Opening the button of her jeans, she began to wriggle out of her pants, turning so he could look at her ass.
Knowing he wanted to spank it, she bent forward and eased the jeans off her feet.
It was easy to do, and Enzo grabbed her waist. She didn’t get a chance to remove her panties, because he grabbed them with his teeth and pulled them right off her body, making her cry out as he pulled her close. Her back was to his chest, and he reached down, touching her clit.
“Put my dick inside you,” he said.
She lifted up, and he allowed her to move. It was an awkward position, but his cock was already long. While she’d been wriggling out of her jeans, he reached into his pants and took out his cock.
She found her entrance, and then slid down, taking him in deep, filling her as she did so. When there was at least half of his cock within her, he grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard the rest of the way. She cried out and felt his cock pulsing within her.
He let go of one of her hips, pressed his hand to her pussy, and started to massage her clit. He moved back and forth, building up the pleasure.
Harper didn’t have time to hold back, as his touch set her on fire.
He pushed her over the edge, and she couldn’t hold back.
She came, grinding on his cock, and he let go of her clit and grabbed her hips.
She followed him, thrust for thrust, feeling how hard he got as he pounded inside her.
There was nowhere else for her to go. She felt raw, open, and exposed.
She was at his mercy, and when he came, she felt every pulse, and she wondered if this would be the time she got pregnant.
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Harper was pregnant. Enzo knew it. They had been having sex for over two months, and she had yet to have a menstrual cycle. Harper was pregnant.
He had also noticed the subtle changes of her body. Her tits were getting larger, and he noticed the jeans that had fit her perfectly in the beginning were getting tight. They also hadn’t stopped having sex because of her cycle.
There was also the problem that this morning, before he left, Harper had run to the bathroom and thrown up.
The morning sickness was already coming.
But they didn’t talk about the fact she was pregnant, nor that she was in love with him, or that he was in love with her.
They didn’t cross that boundary, yet they were having sex every chance they got.
It wasn’t just sex either, they also spent time together.
He loved being in her company, which was a first for him.
When his mother was alive, he rarely wanted to spend any time with her either, and other women had been boring to him. Yet, with Harper, he found excuses to go home, and even when they didn’t have sex, they talked about everything and nothing.
Harper was currently struggling with what to choose as a course.
So, they spent countless hours in the bath, or in bed, or in the sitting room, as she read about each course and what it entailed.
They had pretty much gone through the entire booklet of ideas, and still, she was none-the-wiser about what to study.
He was starting to get the feeling she was nervous about returning to education, which she didn’t need to be.
If they were not talking about her courses, he took her out to dinner, finding different restaurants she enjoyed. Harper was always nervous. She seemed to constantly be aware of the fact she was a cleaner. He didn’t give a fuck what she had been. He wanted her by his side.