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After Cursing the Mafia, He Fell for Me

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Episode 4

...Grayson on....

The insolence of this woman gnaws at my anger; any man, simply any man, would be dead by now.

She downs her drink in one go and looks deep into my eyes.

Alexy - So, you're dangerous? Let me tell you a little secret.

She moves closer, inching towards me until she's just centimeters from my ear.

Alexy - I'm much more dangerous, and I’m probably crazier than you as well.

She speaks each word slowly in a torturously sexy whisper, her warm breath near my ear sends shivers throughout my body.

I take advantage of the brief moment and inhale her perfume, closing my eyes momentarily to savor the freshness of her scent. She seems to be the kind of dangerous woman who is incredibly tempting.

She gradually pulls away, sporting a mischievous smile.

Our eyes remain locked, and I forget the reasons I came over to her. The anger that was previously boiling in my chest from being insulted quickly transforms into a throbbing discomfort in my groin.

She left me hard.

Her eyes study me, actually devour me, and without a single word, she manages to be the most indiscreet of women; I feel exposed as she feasts her gaze on every part of my body.

My arousal does not go unnoticed by her; her eyes brazenly settle between my legs, and she bites her lips, gazing for what feels like an eternity.

Her chest rises; she quickly comprehends the effect her fleeting closeness has had on me, and she returns her gaze to mine, clearly proud of having thrown me off balance.

For a moment, I hated myself and criticized my own weakness, realizing in that instant that a pair of smooth legs with a perky butt and well-defined breasts could be just as lethal to me as any firearm.

Just moments ago, I wanted to kill her, and now all I want is to fuck that beautiful ass with all my strength.

Alexy - You’re an intriguing man, arrogant, of course, but still very intriguing.

Grayson - That’s your third insult of the night.

She turns to the bar.

Alexy - I want another drink like the last one, and my bill, please.

I glance at the bartender, who quickly understands that she has now become my guest.

He hands her the drink.

Bartender - All on the house, miss, compliments of our chief.

He winks at me with a smirk, and she seems not to notice.

Alexy - Thank you.

She picks up her phone and places it to her ear, waits a moment, and begins to speak.

Alexy - My love, I'm going to the hotel to rest, we’ll talk tomorrow. Thank you for an incredible day and night.

She hangs up, downs her drink all at once, and stands from her seat.

As she makes a move to leave me there alone, I grip her wrist.

She looks at me, confused and a little irritated.

Alexy - Do you need something?

I slowly rise, keeping our bodies just inches apart.

Grayson - I need you to leave this club with me.

She raises an eyebrow and smiles.

Alexy - Are you some kind of serial killer or something?

Grayson - Something like that.

Alexy - In that case, I don’t intend to go anywhere with you.

Grayson - Maybe I could accompany you.

Alexy - No, thanks. I value my life too much.

Grayson - If I wanted to harm you, you can be sure we wouldn’t even be having this conversation; I have no intention of hurting you anymore.

Alexy - Did you before?

She furrows her brow in a funny way.

Grayson - I’m lying; maybe I still want to hurt you, but I promise it’ll be in a wonderful way.

Alexy - Despite you being an Italian god, I still don’t intend to leave here with you.

Grayson - I wouldn’t force you, but if you don’t, you’ll regret it. You could be an incredibly happy woman tonight; I’m sure I will be if I can persuade you.

Alexy - It’s not happening.

Grayson - Alright, can I walk you to the exit?

She seems to think for a moment.

Alexy - What if I say no?

Grayson - We’ll say goodbye here.

She studies me as if searching for the truth in my eyes.

Alexy - Then you may.

I follow her in silence until the exit of the club, where she stops and seems to be waiting for a taxi.

I watch her in silence; something about her reminds me of someone I know, perhaps I have met her somewhere, but I can’t quite remember.

Grayson - I think I know you, but I don’t know from where.

Alexy - I highly doubt that.

Her car arrives, and I open the door for her as she gets in.

Grayson - Good evening, miss, and I apologize for overstepping earlier.

She gives a genuine smile.

Alexy - I apologize for the insults too; apparently, you’re quite the gentleman when you’re not trying to grab women.

I end up laughing.

Alexy - Goodnight.

I close the door, watching the taxi drive away, intrigued by the woman.

She’s probably not from around here; she didn’t recognize me, and I’d know if she did. I’m sure of it.

Not in the mood to go back to the club, I decide to return to my hotel.

Ian brings my car, and I drive to the hotel, parking in the underground garage. I enter the elevator and press the button for the top floor where I’m staying.

The elevator stops at the ground floor; I’m distracted by my phone and don’t notice who is about to get on until I hear her voice.

Alexy - You’re a serial killer, and that’s not a question.

My shock is evident on my face as I see the blonde from just minutes ago staring at me.

Alexy - Are you following me? Look, I’m going to call the police.

Grayson - I was already in the elevator, in case you didn’t notice, so you could be the one following me.

Alexy - Dude, if I wanted to go home with you, I would’ve just stayed with you, don’t you think? I didn’t find my money in the trash; I paid a lot for a taxi to get here—actually, way too much. If I had known we’d both be here, I would have come with you.

The elevator door threatens to close, and I hold it open; she hasn’t entered yet.

Grayson - The taxi drivers here recognize tourists; they take some detours before reaching their destination. That also explains how I arrived first.

The door threatens to close again.

Grayson - Are you getting in or not?

Alexy - No, I don’t trust you.

I pull the magnetic key out of my pocket and hand it to her.

Grayson - This is the key to my room; see the number. I’m not following you; I’m staying here.

She examines the key with suspicion as the door forces itself closed, and once again, I hold it open.

Grayson - Can you please get in already? This door is really starting to annoy me.

She enters and hands me the key back.

Grayson - What floor are you on?

Alexy - Sixth.

I press the button for her, and silence hangs in the air.

Her phone rings, and she answers.

Alexy - Hi, I’ve arrived, yes... okay... see you tomorrow... goodnight.

She hangs up.

I’m a few steps behind her, taking the opportunity to analyze every curve of her body... and what a body it is.

The black dress is so thin and tight that I can see every inch of the skin it covers.

My pulse quickens in my pants, and my imagination takes me to very, very hot places.

Grayson - My offer still stands.

Alexy - I don’t remember your offer; I only heard you say you wanted me to accompany you.

Grayson - Then let me tell you what my offer is.

I step closer.

Grayson - A few floors above yours, there’s a huge penthouse with an amazing hot tub, the best wines from Italy, and ordering food won’t be a problem either.

Grayson - I would like you to join me.

She turns slowly towards me.

Alexy - And what exactly will we do in that penthouse, besides that?

Grayson - I hope for many things—things that I’m sure you’ll love.

Alexy - Arrogant and conceited are terrible combinations.

The door opens on the sixth floor, and I place my arm to block her passage.

She turns to me, clearly annoyed, which I find cute.

Alexy - I have no intention of drinking your expensive wines or getting into your hot tub that’s seen more backsides than the toilet itself.

Alexy - I can also order food by myself, so thank you.

Alexy - You had plenty of options at the club; you chose the wrong woman to show off how great you are.

The door threatens to close, and I hold it open.

She steps out of the elevator beneath my arm, and I follow her.

Alexy - What the hell are you doing?

I secure her hair and press her gently against the wall, but not too gently.

Grayson - I don't want to show you how badass I am; I want to have you.

Grayson - If the comfort of my room bothers you, I wouldn’t mind taking you right here in this hallway or inside your room.

Grayson - Maybe I'm cocky and arrogant, but the guarantee of pleasure in my bed doesn’t come from that; it comes from how much I'm willing to make things happen.

Grayson - I'll understand if you don't want to, but I really hope you do.

Alexy - You have an ugly habit of touching women without permission.

I realize that I've just done exactly what I did at the club—I invaded her space.

Grayson - I’m sorry.

I step back.

She grabs my wrist.

Alexy - The hallway feels uncomfortable and uninviting; my simple, cheap room might just do.

A jolt runs through me, and I turn my body toward hers.

Grayson - And what’s the name of the woman I'm about to take into the room?

Alexy - You don’t need my name to have me, right?

Grayson - Right.

She smiles and hands me her electronic key.