Tempted By The Mafia Boss

Mia

Excitement fills me all day.

It started from the minute I woke up and saw the message from Peter.

It certainly fills me now as I leave his office. I start working for him in two weeks and I’m so excited I’m practically skipping to the boutique down the road to meet Chloe.

I told her about my date tonight and of course my best friend insisted on shopping.

Today has just been amazing. One of the best days I’ve had in a very long time. Very, very long time.

I don’t know what Nick did but I know it’s him.

Peter offered me a part time junior associate position helping out the intellectual property lawyer he hired a few weeks back.

I don’t care that it’s part time it’s what I want and it’s part time with a view to being full time as soon as he gets more clients on his books. That’s good enough for me and the salary is what I got in LA. for fulltime hours.

It’s perfect and takes me right back to the question of Nick.

Over the last few days I know stuff has happened to him. I see it on his face and in his eyes.

He doesn’t have to tell me it’s to do with Tommy. I know. There’s some things you just have the intuition of an this feels like one of those times.

I can’t imagine how he must feel and I often want to ask him about it. I figured I’d just be there and we could forget about life together.

It’s at that stage though where it feels like we can’t do that anymore.

When I meet Chloe she’s so excited to hear my news and to be shopping for a date that it’s like it’s her news and it’s her date.

We spend hours out which is great because I don’t want to go home just yet.

I’m not really speaking to Dad. Haven’t since we saw Carter.

I say the bare minimum to him. Good morning and hello. My goodnight’s are saved for Nick.

I’ve hardly seen Beth too which I don’t like. I’m just her aunt but she’s like my little girl and I can sense when she needs me. I plan to take her to the movies next week and we can have some quality girl time.

Chloe and I end our day in the ice cream parlor. I ate so much ice cream while we talked about Nick. Jesus, I pray I fit into my dress later. Chloe insists on me wearing a body con. I can’t disagree since the dress I got looks drop dead gorgeous.

I know it’s crazy.

I’m crazy and I’m encouraging crazy to take me. I don’t know how I ended up at the point where I’m excited about a date with Nick and just not thinking.

Not thinking about anything, or the things I should because I’m wondering what it’s like to be tied to his bed. Or, for him to break me.

Shit… it should appall me. I should be … anything besides excited. Something, not curious.

I’m thinking about it so much I’m barely paying attention to anything.

Then suddenly… the sensation that someone is watching me spikes my nerves. I get a distinct impression as I walk to the parking lot outside the mall.

The sensation is so strong I whirl around to look, expecting to see someone but everyone around me is going about their own business, not really paying much attention to me.

I turn around and gaze over to the water fountain and see a guy walking up the road by the book shop. He glances over his shoulder once and I’m sure he looks at me.

Am I imagining things?

Chances are I am. It’s just the prickling sensation that rushes through me I don’t like.

The guy looks like rough stuff though in his leather jacket and sharp buzz cut. From this distance I also make out a knife scar on his neck. He disappears around the corner by the alley.

I’m inclined to think I’m being silly but the scatter of nerves fills me with apprehension. Maybe I’m too comfortable. I relaxed too soon or something. Hector’s been getting his payments, but I know he wants us to fail. He’s sick and twisted that way.

Shaking my head free of the thought I jump in my car and head home to get dressed.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

It’s stupid of me to create more things to worry about, especially when I have a handle on the problems. I have a massive handle on the situation and I won’t lose touch.

Things are going to get better. They will. They are and I … well. I’m fascinated by Nick, even though I shouldn’t be.

It’s a messed up situation that doesn’t make sense. Somehow though I don’t want it to.

I get back home and I’m glad to find I’m alone.

It gives me a chance to truly take my time and get ready. I have a nice long bath and do my hair and makeup in a way I haven’t in a while. It’s not the way I get ready at the club. Tonight I use my curling wand in my hair and really go all out for my date.

Dad sees me before I leave and does a double take. Beth gasps and brings her hands up to her little cheeks.

They’re watching a movie. I smile when I see it’s the last Harry Potter film.

I figured I’d come and say goodbye before I left.

“You guys okay?” I ask.

“We’re okay.” Dad stands and his eyes hold a sheen of pride that reaches out to me. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I nod.

“Beautiful? You look more than beautiful,” Beth bubbles rushing up to me. Her little blond ponytail bobbles as she bounces.

“Thank you. Both of you. I’m going on a date.”

Dad looks like he wants to ask me more but holds back.

“Be careful, and have fun.” His lips arch into a warm fatherly smile.

“I will, do you guys need anything before I go?”

He shakes his head and holds my gaze.

He wears the same expression he has been since life took its’ turn for the worse for us. It’s one of remorse.

I know he helped Carter and that’s what irks me. I would hug him normally but I don’t. I hold back. Sometimes you need to let people know when things are not okay. If you keep facilitating the situation like I have nothing will change.

I haven’t even told him about Barkers. It can wait.

All of it can wait, because I don’t want my good news to be taken to mean that there’s more room for freedom in helping Carter.

He looks hurt as I turn to leave.

I decide to push it all out of my mind.

Tonight I don’t want to think about it.

I get to The Bouglaise at eight on the mark and the concierge greets me.

I’ve never been here before.

I’ve only heard of the place in magazines or on tv. It’s a three Michelin Star French restaurant reserved for the wealthy. Chloe told me earlier that the waiting list for the standard seats is six months.

It excites me more because I know Nick would have booked at some point today.

He messaged while I was out with Chloe letting me know where to go.

The concierge leads me through the restaurant and it’s as classy as I imagine it to be.

The French décor is stunning and has the European feel to it that is relaxing and breathtaking. I like it.

I realize though that what I see around me is nothing.

The main attraction is where I’m being led to. We get to the terrace and the whole area is lit by candle light. Against the night sky and the moonlight it looks like a scene handpicked from a fairy tale. There’s a lone table by the balcony and Nick sits there gazing on at me.

Describing him as handsome doesn’t seem adequate enough. It doesn’t. It feels lacking in every way.

His eyes as always are the first thing I see because of the vibrancy and tonight they’re as silver as the moon.

He wears a suit jacket with a white button up shirt. He sits forward when he sees me and I absolutely love the way he’s looking at me.

He smiles with a cocky easy grin that heats my body up all over and his gaze rakes boldly over me the closer I get.

Nick stands when we approach him and he takes over from the concierge who leaves us. He slips his arm around my waist and turns me around in a circle, looking me over in my dress.

The white bodycon hugs my frame and the stones splashed over it sparkle as I turn. In true Nick style he runs his hand over the flat of my stomach and over my ass, touching me and doesn’t care who’s watching us.

It’s just us up here and to our left is a bar. A bartender stands behind the bar counter and there are two waiters waiting to come over to us.

It’s all very romantic but I’m so taken with the man touching me that I can’t pay attention to anything else.

He straightens as I face him and I lean forward to kiss him, but he plants a finger on my lips when I get close.

“No, not yet.” He grins, smooth and sexy. He closes the space between us by pulling me to him and pressing his lips to the crook of my neck. “If I kiss that gorgeous mouth of yours angel doll you’ll end up naked on this table, and I’ll be feasting on that sweet pussy of yours.”

The dirtiness in his words make me wet in an instant. I imagine him feasting on my pussy. He smooths his face over my cheek and presses his nose to mine, and I’m embarrassed when I realize he knows I’m not adverse to the idea.

“Bad girl, you want me to do that, don’t you?” A deep chuckle resonates from his chest and he runs his fingers over my breasts.

“What if I do?” I hear myself say, because his fingers stroking my nipples feels so damn good.

“Later. I want this.” He steps away from me and it’s like heat has left my body.

He pulls out the chair for me to sit and I smile.

When I sit, he returns to his seat and we stare at each other.

“Good day?” he asks.

I don’t know why but his question makes me smile. It has a feel to it like we’re a real couple.

“Yeah… I had a good day. I met up with Chloe and probably pigged out a little too much.”

He chuckles. It’s because I talk about Chloe a lot.

“What did you and Chloe get up to this time?”

“We ate the whole ice cream parlor.”

“Baby I swear to God I don’t know anybody who likes ice cream more than you.”

I laugh and start to ask him how his day was but stop myself when I think of his friend. Things may be getting better for me, but I doubt they are for Tommy.

I should say something. It’s one of those situations where you know talking is difficult but it’s right to at least ask how the person is doing.

“Nick, how is your friend?” I ask tentatively.

He rests his elbow on the table and brings his hand to his chin. There’s a definite shift in his mood and seriousness washes over his face.

“I’m starting to think in memories. Maybe it means I’ve said goodbye and I’m going through the motions. Just walking around in a shell of a person I used to be. That’s my long winded way of saying he’s not good.” The sadness in his eyes grips me and I want to sooth it away.

I can’t help myself, I get up and walk around to him, then lower to sit in his lap.

He slips an arm around me and appraises me with that admiring stare I love.

It’s the kind that makes a girl weak kneed. It’s the kind that makes this girl melt.

“Talk to me,” I whisper grazing over his chin. “I look at you every day and see you aren’t happy and we just keep forgetting life when we’re together.”

He breathes out a ragged breath and pain speckles his eyes. “He’s gonna die Mia… He’s gonna die and there’s nothing I can do about it.”

He presses his lips together and that harshness fades from his eyes, like a shield dropping to let me in.

“Maybe he won’t. Maybe it will work out.” I try to sound hopeful.

He shakes his head. “I hoped, but it’s come to that stage where I have to be realistic. He’s been in a coma for nearly six weeks and the talk now is about turning his life support off if he doesn’t improve. He’s just getting worse.”

“I’m so sorry.” I reach for his hand and smooth my fingers over his skin.

“It’s okay. I appreciate it. It’s weird… it just doesn’t feel real. I don’t have a single memory that doesn’t include him. Not a damn one at all. I’ve known him forever and it feels like I just stepped into some alternate dimension where I can’t do anything besides watch what’s happening before me.”

I’m listening.

I’m totally listening up because this is the first time he’s ever opened up to me and talked to me like this.

“Sometimes it’s like that. You just have to … see what happens. I know it’s not the same thing, but I felt like that when my Dad got sick. I was in L. A when I got the call that he’d had a heart attack and had to have emergency surgery. On my flight back I wondered if I’d make it. He never told me how sick he was.”

He squeezes my hand. “How is he now?”

“Better, much better. The down time did him good.”

“Good, I’m sorry too that happened to your Dad. My Dad’s a tough boot, and loves to hand me my ass on the regular, but even I would be worried if he’d had a heart attack.”

Jesus, I realize he’s actually talking about his father, an actual mafia boss. He’s also telling me more about his family. Although it’s nice it brings in that clash of emotion that reality tries to warn me about.

It reminds me Dad’s health is the least of my worries. It was and I didn’t know. I’m glad he’s better but with Carter the way he is, I feel it’s only a matter of time before something else happens. This is just the worse time, and I noticed how there was no talk of fixing our current situation that I’m paying for.

Me, I’m paying for Carter’s mistakes. I’m sitting on Nick’s lap like I’m his girlfriend, but I’m not that. I’m here because of Carter.

Nick cups my face and I’m pulled from the thought.

“Hey, what trouble just entered that pretty little head of yours?” His lips quirk.

I relax my shoulders and give him a little smile so I can carry on the façade that I’m okay.

“Nothing… just thinking about stuff.”

He straightens and pulls me closer and the shield comes back into his eyes, blocking me out again. The shield is clouded over with desire.

“See this is why we don’t talk about shit when we’re together.”

“If the shit’s worrying you, I want to know,” I tell him. Maybe that’s too forward. It surprises him. I mean it though.

“I don’t want the shit in the way when I’m with you Angel doll, and it’s already cut into our date. Our date which we will be enjoying. Humor me, I don’t get out much.”

I actually laugh. He must be joking. I’m sure men like him are always out.

“What the hell’s funny Doll?” He smirks.

“You trying to act like you don’t go out. I’m sure I’m just tonight’s woman.” I’m not stupid.

I’m not. I won’t make the mistake of thinking he’s only with me. The look he gives me though makes me question that.

“You think you’re tonight’s woman?” he counters and raises his hand to his temple like he’s in deep thought.

“You’re going to tell me I’m not?”

“Who was I with last night? And the night before and the night before, And the night before?”

He was with me.

“There are the mornings and lunch time.”

“Like fuck. It was you who was in my bed all those times and all the other times I had to make a cameo at work and rest my dick.”

I burst out laughing and he smoothes his hand up my chin. That kiss he said he couldn’t give me is planted on my lips and a blast of electricity washes over me.

I don’t know how I could feel like it’s the first time we’re kissing.

How could it feel so invigorating and arousing?

Our tongues tangle and he runs his hand down to my breasts and squeezes, then right down to my hips and my thighs where he pushes up the hem of my dress so he can get between my legs. Instinctively I part for him and forget where we are.

The world could have faded away completely when he slipped his finger under the lace of my panties and pushes straight inside my pussy.

It doesn’t take much for me to get wet. He stills on my lips and looks at me for a few seconds while he fingers me.

We’re behind the table and people shouldn’t be able to see what we’re doing but I’m certain they can guess. They would have seen him grope me.

“Oh fuck, baby… you’re wet.” He groans.

I try to stifle a moan but it’s difficult with his fingers working me.

“Push your hair to the side.”

“What?”

“Do it,” he commands.

The minute I flick my hair over to my right I see why he told me to do that. It covers me and shields us. Insane wild sexual desire takes over and I don’t flicker an eye lid when he pulls the top of my dress down so my left breast pops out.

The cold night air hardens the nipple, puckering it toward him and he bends his head down to suck. I stroke his head and enjoy the soft suckle for the few seconds he tastes me, still enjoying the slow stroke of his finger inside my pussy.

This is so unlike me, but I like it.

He lifts his head, fixes back my top, and pulls his finger from inside me.

His face is stern and there’s a wildness in his eyes that I fully recognize.

“We have to reschedule our date doll,” he announces and pulls his wallet from his back pocket.

“Reschedule?” I can’t hide the slight disappointment in my voice.

“Yeah, I need you. Now. Time to truly start the evening activities I have planned. You ready?”

I think of being tied to his bed and excitement races through me at the crazy thought. Me tied to his bed and him doing … well that’s just the thing.

I don’t know. I don’t know what this man has in store for me but I want it.

I answer him with a kiss. “I’m ready.”

He pulls a few hundred dollar bills from his wallet and places them on the table for the nothing we had. Then he takes my hand and leads me away.