Mafia Desire (Erotica)

My alarm went off, and I awoke to the sound of it. I came to a halt and checked the time.

It was already 7:15AM

“Oh fuck,” I muttered.

I got out of bed, took a shower, and dressed in skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a red see-through shirt. My long, thick brown hair was pulled up into a bun. I settled on a gold necklace and diamond earrings. I put on my black boots and walked to the subway station.

It only took me about ten minutes to walk from the underground subway to Jayson’s house, so I was still on time. I was relieved to arrive at the house early on the first day. I was hoping to make a good first impression.

I stood in front of their gate, and when the two men noticed me, they opened the gate. I assumed Veronica had informed them that I had been hired.

As I walked past the garden, I couldn’t help but stare in admiration at the roses, particularly the black roses.

I approached the door and knocked; I only had to wait a few seconds before the same middle-aged woman who had instructed me the day before opened the door. When she suddenly grabbed me in a bear hug, I was completely surprised. I wasn’t expecting it at all. I was not more taller than her, which contributed to a significant increase in the level of comfort we experienced during the hug.

She removed herself from the hug and smiled at me as she looked at me.

“I apologize for being so rude to you; I just didn’t know if you were different from the other girls who had entered the house.” She stated.

“Oh- umm…” I began.

“Emily Voult is my name, but you can call me Emily. I am the Jayson’s main maid and caretaker.” She stated.

“Hello, my name is Ava,” I said, thinking, “I knew I was right.”

“Ava is such a lovely name! I’ll notify Ms. Jayson that you’ve arrived; you can wait in the kitchen while I begin preparing breakfast.”

“All right, thank you.” I said

I made my way to the kitchen and came to a complete halt. Andrew was sitting by the island, his back to me, his eyes on his phone, and, more importantly, he was shirtless.

His back muscles were relaxed, but you could still see the outline of each muscle, and his tattoos trailed from his lower back to the back of his neck. His biceps were perfectly toned. His hands were huge, but not in an odd way; both of his hands had tattoos trailing to his fingers; I would have loved to feel hands like those on me, but because they were “his,” I wanted them to stay as far away from me as possible. He was undoubtedly sculpted by the Gods, and if I hadn’t known his personality, I would have been more than just physically drawn and attracted to him.

When he began swearing under his breath, he snapped me out of my thoughts. I was relieved that he was still cursing at his phone and hadn’t noticed my presence.

I needed coffee, and I wasn’t going to pass it up just because Mr. Asshole was here. I went over to the coffee maker, which was inconveniently located directly in front of Mr. Asshole.

“You again,” he spit at me.

I didn’t respond to him. He wasn’t worth my time or my breath.

“ANSWER ME WHEN I TALK TO YOU,” he yelled in a loud voice.

I almost spilled the coffee I had just poured into a cup when I heard his voice.

“Listen, I don’t know who you think you are pulling all these stunts for, but I can make you vanish from the face of the earth, so if you want to live, do as I say.” You will not speak to me unless I speak to you, you will not touch me, and most importantly, you will not attempt any more fucking stunts, understand me whore.” He stated.

When he said the word “whore,” my eyes immediately went to him. As soon as he saw that, he knew he had struck a nerve, and being the vile person that he was, he used it as a weapon against me.

“Oh, don’t worry, I know who you are and what you used to do, and the only reason I’m letting you near my sister is because my mom likes you.”” He said this with his eyes blazing with rage.

His words struck a deeper chord in me than I had anticipated. But I left for a reason; I was on the run, and I had every right to be. I thought I’d be fine letting go, but he was a constant reminder of everything I was trying to avoid, and I had to see him every day for a year. I returned his stare, reminding myself that I was stronger than this, that he couldn’t treat me like this, and that he knew nothing about me.

“You have no idea who I am, and I don’t care who you think I am; I won’t get in your way or interfere with your business, but after what happened yesterday, you shouldn’t even have the nerve to call me that. I saw the girls and I know what your mother was talking about, so judging by how they were dressed, look like “whores”…”

Before I could go any further, I heard a knock on the front door, so I walked out of the kitchen, Andrew trailing behind me, and opened it to find a girl my age and height. She wore a skin-tight dress that barely covered her ass and had a very low V line that went to just above her bellybutton.

“Ughhh ewww,” she exclaimed as she looked at me.

“I’m looking for Andrew; I’m here to… discuss things… with him.” She said this while looking at me with disgust.

When I saw Andrew coming out of the kitchen, I gave him a look that communicated to him that “she is just proving my point.”

He looked at her, then back at me.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Katarina, get out!” He grumbled.

“Andrew, you called me here to talk, and I know how much you like talking baby. I’m here because you called me.” She stumbled over her words.

“Get the fuck out of here. I’m not going to ask again” Andrew screamed.

She yelled and dashed out of the grounds.

I mentally laughed because, no matter how much I despised him, it was amusing that on my second day, he was already changing things because of me. With that one thing, I thought there was still hope for us to be able to be in the same room without hating each other.

But then I remembered what he said to me in the kitchen. He had been at the club I had been sold into, he had judged me without asking, he hated me, and he had called me the one thing I will never be called again . I despised him with all my heart. He reminded me of everything bad in the world.

I’d never let myself get close to him again.