11. A TASTE OF STEFANO'S WRATH

LEILA

As the sun's rays danced through the sheer white curtains, gently caressing my face, I resisted the external urge to open my eyes.

The softness of the king-sized bed held me in its comforting embrace, urging me to relax a little longer.

My weak body struggled from the temptation of sleeping longer than usual

Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I struggled to gather my thoughts.

A rapid knock on the door jeered me out of my sleep. Who could be coming to disturb me so early this morning. It better not be that wicked man that runs his mouth at every given chance.

"Who is that?" I inquired with sleepy eyes. struggling to stand from the comfort of my bed.

Without an answer, a lady dressed in a black and white maid outfit walked in with a tray of food in her hands.

"Mr Stefano said we should never serve his food again, he said you should be the one to always serve his food" She said calmly.

Fuck! So he really was not joking when he said my duty is to serve his food, everything abou