Page 19 of The Mafia's Property

What I hated about her was that she was starting to preoccupy my thoughts as if I wanted her. I had trouble sleeping last night after I made her sign the contract. She had signed with no complaints. I thought she was going to raise some wind over some of the wording in the contract, but she didn’t. Her callous attitude piqued my interest, I have to say. Most women before have either complained about a certain clause or they have asked to have part of the contract rewritten. Maybe it was her lack of experience that made her eager to sign without giving it much thought. I kept thinking about our interaction late into the night and long after I had gone to bed, that I ended up doing the last thing I expected to do. I went to her room. The connecting door between our two rooms was too tempting and my eyes were trained on it throughout the night that at some point I gave up all pretense, woke up and opened it.

She was lying sound asleep, hair strewn across the pillow, framing her face. The Vegas night light streaming in from her window only made her look more innocent. The sheets partially covered her and the silk top she had on had ridden up during the night, exposing her part of her breasts. Was this what Nico saw? Innocence spliced with carnal temptation? I wanted to wake her up, rip those clothes off, and shove my dick inside her. I wanted to hear her say my name when she came, and I almost did. I almost woke her up and commanded her to suck my dick, but that would have made me a dick. At the end of the day, she was his, no matter what the contract said.

He hasn’t claimed her yet, though.

I shut my thoughts and returned to the present. Thinking about her constantly would not help. Fact was, she lied when she said she came in here to look for condoms and that means she was looking for something else. And if it wasn’t the jewel, what else could it be? I made a mental note to look into her. Whatever background information Nico did, it was not enough. However, I will not jump to conclusions just yet. Her snooping might be a lot more innocent than what my nefarious thoughts suggest.

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I woke up the next morning hard and frustrated. Freya invaded my dreams. In them, she was a Norse goddess, like her name implied, and came down from the heavens to seduce a mortal like me. But when I kissed her, she plunged a knife into my gut. That gnarly end pushed me out of the dreamworld and into the present. I tried not to think about her as I took my shower, but she invaded those thoughts and all I could see as I lathered my body with soap were her hands all over my skin, caressing every area they encountered until finally going down to my cock, and that was when I gave myself a pity jerk off. It was humiliating, but I came nonetheless. I don’t remember being this obsessed before. Certainly not when I was a teenager. Obsession was Nico’s game. I knew how to keep my feelings in check.

Hopefully, once I got out of this apartment, I will be able to forget her. Out of sight, out of mind, they say. And getting started on Casino business might take my mind off the more personal aspects of my life. If I got out early, I might not have to deal with her so early in the morning. That would be best for everyone, but unfortunately, I’m an unlucky son of a bitch. She was in the kitchen hovering over the blender and scanning it like it’s the obelisk in 2001: A Space Odyssey. The little white nightdress she had on showed off her well-shaped legs and barely covered butt that makes any man cry. My hands itch to hold it again. Would she resist if I bend her over and fucked her right on the counter? It would be so easy, too. I know for a fact she wasn’t wearing underwear underneath. Nico’s little fetish was making sure we had easy access to the Property. So no shorts, no pants and definitely no underwear. I tried to I act like a normal person and not a horny teenager and ask. “You seem enamored by it.”

She jumped just like she did yesterday. If she’s a spy, she was a poor one. She’s easy to frighten.

“You scared me.”

Her lips pout and I had to bite down the need to kiss them. I should leave. Get out of here. Instead, I went over to the espresso machine and made myself a cup of the drink. I need a pick-me-up after the lack of sleep I had last night; I tell myself. Not at all because I want to be closer to her or anything. “Where you doing something you’re not supposed to? Why so jumpy?”

Freya turned red. Was she thinking about last night? “I can’t get this blender to start.”

My gaze went to the machine. It’s one of the smart home things that came with this apartment. I had trouble using it the first few times. Maybe I should let her struggle. It would be funny watching her try to get it to work, but even I know that would be harassment. I went to stand beside her. She smells of fresh lilies even though she had just gotten out of bed. There’s no hint of Nico’s scent. Interesting. I don’t remember the two going to bed together last night, so they most probably didn’t have sex.

“There are no buttons to press. Turn it on using your voice and tell it what to do.”

She stared back at me like I spoke gibberish. I grabbed the tablet next to the blender on the counter. “Speak into this.” Her big doe eyes blinked blankly at me. “Say anything so it can recognize your voice.”

Understanding dawned on her and she said, “Hi? My name is Freya.”

It was so cute I wanted to chuckle. “It’s not sentient. But that’s good enough.” I typed her name in and give her access to the appliances. “Now go on,” I gestured to the blender. “Tell it to blend.”

“Just blend?”

Damn, why was she being so cute? It’s hurting my insides. Her gaucheness, which should offend me, was endearing. But there’s no way I’m letting her know the effect she’s having on me. I steel my features. “Say, ‘Lexi Blend.’ Lexi is the name of the smart home system.”

“Oh.” Her mouth widened into a big smile that warmed me up. If it continued like this, I was lost. “Lexi. Blend.” The sides of the blender glow blue and then it starts to churn. She clapped her hands in delight. “It works!” she squealed, jumping up and down. We were standing so close to each other such that when she jumped, her breasts brushed against my chest. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes and tried to control myself, but it was difficult when her scent filled my nostrils and reminded me again of what she was like yesterday. I should not be thinking about having sex with her, but damn, I wanted it so badly.

“Stop!” I sounded a little too harsh than I wanted to. When I opened my eyes, her heart-shaped mouth was molded into an O and her brow was furrowed, her smile slowly disappearing. “Can you try to be a little less irritating?” I said.

She stepped back and lowered her eyes. “Sorry.”

Even though it was the reaction I wanted, it’s the reaction I least expected. Where’s that defiant streak she had yesterday and the day before that? An unruly Freya I can deal with. An obedient one, not so much. I was about to mumble an apology when I heard Nico’s footsteps. I took a few steps away from Freya and went back to my coffee as if we were caught doing something wrong. My interaction with her was perfectly innocent, but like the intuitive person Nico was, he realized immediately that something was off.

“What’s going on here?” he asked, scratching his chest.

Freya gave him her bright-eyed stare and glanced at me as well. When she sees I will say nothing, she said, “Rico was showing me how the blender works.”

“Rico?” Nico smiled. “Am I to understand you two are on nickname basis now?”

Hearing her moaning Rico in my ear as I make her come would be great, wouldn’t it? “Don’t ever call me that. Just because I showed you how to work a blender doesn’t mean we’re close now.” I said to her. “My name is Enrico to you.”

“God, Rico!”

“What? Next time, teach your property her way around the house, especially places she’s not supposed to go, like my room.” I don’t wait for a response. Nico shouts after me as I leave, but I ignored him and went to my car. Skits was waiting for me by the car and opened the door as soon I as I reached it. Skits slid into the driver’s seat and said, “Same place boss?”

“No. The casino,”

Even though Skits was loyal to Dante and literally Dante’s man, he was great to have around. He never whined about anything, he never attempted to make small talk like the other soldiers do, and he always kept his mouth shut. He has seen a lot for a man as old as he was and never tried to condescend towards me or Nico. And he was a skillful driver. He certainly knows his way around a road.

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