Page 7 of Unwanted Marriage with the Mafia Boss

When his forceful thrusts spill me over the edge, I let out a loud cry that mixes with Blue’s grunts. I hide my face in the sheets, and my whole body feels like jelly.

Why does this feel so damn good? I’m tired and spent, and yet, every inch of my body is tingling with joy. I don’t want toever leave this room. I don’t want to think about anything or do anything.

Blue rolls over onto the bed next to me, and I turn around so I can stare at the ceiling as I pant for breath. Then I glance at him. He’s staring at me with those impossibly blue eyes, which are now calm and sated.

Is any of this even real or is it all just a dream? Because it seems too good to be true. Why do I feel like I have a connection with a complete stranger? Why do our bodies fit together so well? Why does he know exactly what to do to make my body sing without even knowing anything about me?

It shouldn’t be possible. I said I wouldn’t be thinking, but my mind is running relentlessly. At least I’m not thinking about anything bad. Just about Blue. I wish I knew his real name, but I can’t. We’re here for pleasure. This isn’t a dating club.

I’ll probably never see him again. And even if I do, this can’t happen again. It would break my one-time-thing rule. I can’t risk catching feelings for the guys I hook up with. No matter how great it is or how much I want it, I have to resist.

Blue’s lips spread into a smile, and I immediately think about breaking my own rule. But I can’t. I shouldn’t. Blue probably isn’t as nice as I think he is, and he wouldn’t even like the real me. Who knows what his life is like? I’d never fit in, and I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I don’t think I’m ready.

Besides, everything is always nice in the beginning, until enough time passes, everyone relaxes, and things go to hell. This just needs to be a beginning and an end, with nothing in between.

Something buzzes somewhere, probably Blue’s phone. He groans as he lifts himself up. I stare at his perfectly toned body as he gets dressed, and I’m almost drooling. Why can’t he be my boyfriend? Like in some nice story where everyone is happy and everything’s perfect.

“I have to go,” he says, breaking me out of my thoughts. “You can stay for as long as you need. There’s a shower behind that door.” He nods his head toward it as he picks up his clothes off the floor. “And there’s some clothes in the closet. The door locks itself automatically, so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Thanks.” I give him a small smile.

Wow, that’s really, really nice of him, and yeah, it makes me wish even more that this was something different.

With a sigh, I gaze at the ceiling. Maybe if I don’t look at him again, I’ll be able to forget him. He’s just a nice stranger who gave me one of the best nights of my life. I guess I’ve just been disappointed so many times that this seems like absolute perfection in comparison.

Maybe I don’t have to forget Blue. I need to treasure this night forever and never settle for anything less.

CHAPTER 4

Adriano

I approach the guard.“A woman will come out of my room. Let me know when she shows up in the club again.”

He nods.

I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s better to fuck and forget. I don’t want to risk any attachment—from the woman’s side, of course, and not mine.

I don’t do relationships or feelings. They’re complicated, messy, and pointless. And they don’t earn you any money or prestige. They only make you suffer. There’s no reason for me to want that in my life. I prefer simple.

But the woman I just fucked surprised me. Everywhere I go, people tend to know who I am. They either know me as a mafia boss or a rich businessman. But I didn’t see any recognition in her eyes. She has no idea who I am. It’s refreshing.

And she hasn’t come my way or started to, like some other women who keep thinking I’ll change my mind and just date one of them. It’s true I haven’t given her enough time because, as soon as I spot something I want, I go for it. She was new to me and really hot, and I wanted her. Strangely enough, I still want her, despite having her.

It’s because she has a lot of potential. She has a sweet and innocent look about her, but she’s also full of fire and not afraid to get a little rough. I wouldn’t mind trying out some other things with her because she gives me the impression of someone adventurous enough and not afraid of trying new things. If they’d even be new to her...

She somehow pulls off the nice and naughty look all in one. I like that about her. But would she turn into every other girl who tried to become my girlfriend? Maybe not, unless she figures out who I am and she wants my money.

But I don’t have to make any decisions right now. She’s given me what I needed. Peace. Calmness. Enough energy to keep going with my work. I’ll figure out what to do about her some other time.

I openthe door to my apartment. It’s cold and empty of people. Just how I like it. I own the whole building, and my guards, cooks, and everyone else I need live here too. Still, I don’t want anyone in my apartment, unless I tell them to bring me something.

I pad through the silence, my shoes quiet on the carpet. If anything makes a noise, I’ll know I have an intruder. My enemies shouldn’t be able to get to me through all the security, but unexpected surprises happen. It’s better to always be careful.

A floorboard creaks as I open the door to my office, and I freeze on the spot. For a second, I don’t breathe. It’s just me, and the damn floorboard has to be replaced. I sigh.

It’s a good thing I’m my own boss now. If this had happened when I was a child, I would’ve had my head slammed into thewall for making noise, and it wouldn’t matter if the floorboards were squeaky and old.

I shake my head and enter the office. It’s always better not to reminisce about the past. It brings nothing good, and only the present and the future matter. Like my plan on the huge map that covers one of the walls. The Gaviani Resort project is the only thing that matters in my life. Once it’s complete, it’ll bring me even more money, prestige, and fame.

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