The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

“You have a week, Peach.”

“You have a week, Peach.”

Fuck, no…

“I’m not a very patient man, so please, don’t get me mad by wasting my time.

No…

“I want you, Peach and I will stop at nothing until I get you.”

God, what the hell have I gotten myself into? It’s been three days since we last spoke and no matter how hard I tried to assure myself that he was just bluffing, there was this dark feeling that gnawed at my guts, telling me to wake the hell up and that I wasn’t dreaming. This was reality and what I was running from had finally caught up with me. It left me wondering why it always had to be me. Why was this happening when I had just begun to get my life back? When I thought I could finally move past what happened, my demons and my secrets came knocking.

I could see the look in those green eyes when he spoke to me. The determination his eyes held burned like wildfire and he wasn’t in the least interested in hiding it. He wanted me to see that he meant every word. Out of the one-week ultimatum he gave me, I had used three. An ultimatum that had sent me over the edge, leaving me so scared and jumpy every damn time. I can’t even remember the last time I had a good sleep. After locking all the doors in my house, I was always so scared to close my eyes because I felt like he could be lurking in the shadows waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

After feeling like I was being watched at my house, the first time I came back home from work and felt like someone was on the other side of the road, I brushed it off, thinking it was just my mind playing tricks on me and all I needed to do was rest. But then, in the Maldives, at the resort’s dinner party, the incident in the bathroom hallway left me with a great conviction that someone was following me, but never in my wildest dreams could I have imagined it was a Mafia boss that was hot on my tail. Heck, I couldn’t even piece it together until our last encounter. That bastard hired people to follow me. He hired people to keep a tail on me.

That would have been understandable but the fact that he had to get through to me by reaching out to Genevieve Royce, my boss, to send me over to his place, was creepy. If anything, I didn’t feel safe in my workplace anymore. It just left me so scared and so furious at Genevieve for selling me out the way she did. Since the incident, I have had to struggle with my restraint to barge into her office and confront her about the whole thing. She even went as far as acting so oblivious. That shady bitch! After I returned to work, looking like a ghost, she didn’t bother to ask me anything about the so-called ‘meeting’ she had sent me to. She just completely wrote me off.

How evil could her cold, dark heart get? I thought women were supposed to look out for each other. Why was she so cruel to hand me over to him?! Couldn’t she have refused? What did I ever do to her? I needed not even the least convincing anymore that Genevieve was one hell of a bitch and a ruthless human being!

I didn’t understand what he wanted from me. It was just sex. He needs to get over it. People have one nightstand every time and he doesn’t see them making a fuss about it. I exhaled, my thoughts straying to the things he said to me that afternoon. His soft, erotic, and alluring voice and how badly it turned me on. I had gotten home with my panties so soaked and could only blame it on the fact that I was ovulating and my hormones were all over the place.

I couldn’t get those words out of my head. It did things to me. It did things to my body. Things I didn’t want and things I could barely comprehend. That man was a piece of shit. An arrogant piece of shit, who thinks he could get any woman with his stupid money.

“Have you forgotten how you moaned so hard while I was buried inside you? Huh, Peach?”

I released a shaky breath, my hold on the pen in my hands tightening more than it should. I found myself snapping my legs shut, a soft sound leaving my lips.

“How you threw your head backwards when my mouth met your soft mounds and aching buds?”

Fuck! That bastard!

I hated how my body reacted to his dirty words, how it reacted to his touch like I had known him for years. I hated how it left me so soaked, made me so breathless, and made me crave more of what he was offering. I hated how my nipples hardened and strained against my dress when he said those words to me. I hated how good his neck kisses felt, how they left my core aching for his touch, and how I moaned shamelessly when he kept kissing my neck. I knew, deep down in me that if I had stayed longer than I was supposed to on that rooftop, I would give in the way my body burned at his touch. I would allow him to bend me over that rail, and have his wicked ways with me. As much as I hate to admit it, my pussy dripped so heavily at the words that left his mouth that I couldn’t stop fantasizing about how skillful he was with it when he ate me out.

“Ashley, what is wrong with you?” I groaned, running my fingers through my messy ponytail. I felt tears prick the corner of my eyes and I knew I was going to start crying any moment now. It was a good thing I wasn’t wearing makeup anyway. I breathed, picking up the files I had just finished working on, and then I rose to my feet and walked out of my office, shutting the door. I made my way to Genevieve ve’s office and knocked gently at her door. She ushered me in and I stepped into her office, my eyes zeroing in on her frame that had her back turned to me in her swivel chair

“Good morning, Gen,” I mumbled quietly.

“Good morning, Ashley. You can drop the files and leave.” She muttered, not turning to spare me a glance. I dropped the files on her table, gulping. I tried to open my mouth to confront her about the reason she did what she did to me. To ask her why she pulled the ‘boss’ card on me. I wanted to yell at her and turn her office upside down because I was so furious with her, but I couldn’t speak.

So, she whirled around in her seat.

“And what are you still doing here?” She asked, her obsidian black eyes eerily cold and piercing.

“I…”

“Is there something you would like to say to me, Miss Miller?” She cocked a brow at me, narrowing those dark eyes at me, intimidating me. I took a step backwards, shaking my head sideways.

“Good,”

“I’ll just leave,” I spoke.

“Yes, you should leave.” She dismissed me and I didn’t wait to hear one more word from her before stepping out of the office and shutting the door behind me. I released a shaky breath, tears pooling in my eyes. For a moment there, I thought she would bring it up and even try to apologize for her wrongdoing, but the fucking bitch couldn’t say anything.

How could she hurt me like this? What did I ever do to her? Was this a payback of some sort? If she were so mad at me and wanted revenge at all costs, she could have just fired me and saved herself the stress of selling me out to the Mafia boss. Did she do it for the money she would be getting? You know what? Fvck Gen and Fvck Jaxon. I don’t give a damn! They could burn in hell for all I care.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

I marched into my office and slammed the door shut, storming over to my table and pushing away the things that were on it, then I let out an agonizing scream, with tears streaming down my face. How did it all get so messed up?