The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

ASHLEY

With the satin robe that was draped over my nakedness, I could still feel the chilly breeze on my skin, which caused me to drape it around my body, even more, my eyes wandering around the surroundings that led to the hot tub. I could do some stretching of my legs and Maria aided in getting me out of my room since she has been on my case after I stepped out of my room for the first time in a week. I couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend the night.

I hated to admit that she was right when she told me I couldn’t stay in there forever.

My steps grew slower and I paused, assessing the steam that oozed off the seemingly scalding liquid. I advanced to the brick-like seat, my eyes doing a quick survey of the area and when I saw no one in sight, I shrugged the black material off my body, causing it to pool at my feet. I picked it up and threw it on the seat, stepping forward. The thought of stepping into the water made me swallow, so I took a leap and dipped my finger into the tub, wincing softly.

I mustered up the courage and dropped my feet into the water, then the rest of my body followed and I swam forward, allowing the liquid to burn through my skin. It was uncomfortable at first but my nerves grew lax, a wave of satisfaction washing over me afterwards. I sighed, giving in to the thoughts that chose to drown me as at that moment.

The hot tub wasn’t in quick sight, given how large the area was. I wouldn’t be surprised if there were places in this house I didn’t know. That was the extent of its vastness. Arden had always told me about the hot tub in the compound but he never got the chance to bring me here. It was either he wasn’t around and got swamped with work or other things needed our attention. I have always imagined what it would feel like to be in here with me, having him hold me to himself like his life depended on me, gazing at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever laid his eyes on.

He didn’t get the chance and I didn’t even know if he ever would.

My eyes began burning with hot tears. I was struggling to hold back. I released a shaky breath, sucking in some breath but it spilled anyway. My lips quivered, my lungs tightening up and making it so difficult for me to breathe. I was trying to hold back from breaking down but when I saw that it wasn’t getting me anywhere, I let it go and allowed the tears to flow. At some point, I screamed, shattering into pieces in the pool.

I couldn’t breathe.

I couldn’t see anything.

All I could do was just cry.

And that was all I did. I let it all out.

I was so numb by the time I had finished crying and the little zeal I had in me when I wanted to relax in the hot tub, was long gone. It had dissipated into nothingness, leaving just a shell of myself. I sniveled, swimming forward, and then I let myself out of the pool. I heaved a sigh, picking up my robe and shrugging it on.

And with that, I made my way back into the house. The guard who looked like a statue by the doorpost bowed his head to me in respect and it left me wondering if these guys ever get a day off. They were always hanging around, 24/7. I furrowed my brows, then shrugged casually, stepping into the house and shutting the door behind me.

I was halfway through the path that led to the staircase when I resorted to going to the kitchen to get myself some water. It felt like a jolt to my memory when I remembered that Alberta might be in the kitchen by this time but then, the urge to get something to drink was much stronger, so resolving to pretend like she never existed, I head into the kitchen.

Relief broke out on my face when I walked into the kitchen and couldn’t find her in sight. I exhaled, advancing to the fridge. I took out a glass from the shelf, retrieving a bottle of water from the fridge. I poured some into the glass and took a large gulp. Once I was satisfied, I discarded the rest of the water, rinsed the cup, and set it back on the shelf, then I sauntered out of the kitchen.

“You are such a stubborn little thing, aren’t you?”

I froze, my eyes growing wide in their sockets. They darted around the massive space in confusion. The deep, baritone voice was enough to make me discern that the voice belonged to a male. It sounded so familiar but my brain couldn’t come up with anything. I couldn’t register anything, no matter how hard I tried. Reflexively, all I should have done was mind my damn business and just head upstairs but the curiosity that niggled at me was much stronger and overwhelming.

My senses were heightened and enhanced, ready to pick up on any sound that would lead me to where the voice was coming from. My wish was granted when a dark chuckle resonated throughout the room and I swung my head in the direction of the hallway that led to the guest rooms. It was an invasion of privacy but I couldn’t care less at this point. This was my house and anything that happens in here, one way or the other was my business.

My feet developed a mind of their own, leading me to the hallways as I tried to be as discreet as I could, thankful for the fact that I wasn’t wearing my flip-flops. I could have expected anything else but there was nothing in this world that could have prepared me for the sight in front of me.

My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, my eyes doubling in size and nearly bulging out of their sockets. I was frozen, my legs glued to a spot. I couldn’t for the life of me register what I had just seen.

I would recognize that mane of sandy-blonde lushness anywhere but what appalled me further was the brunette he had trapped against the wall, one of her legs thrown around him carelessly. The dark red satin robe she was wearing was almost falling off her shoulder, revealing a generous amount of her cleavage, which was out in the open for his eyes to see. The way she wiggled and swallowed in his arms screamed neediness at a glance.

How bad she wanted him…

My brain screamed at me to get out of there but I couldn’t move my legs. I was immobilized. I just stood there, watching the duo that was consumed by lust because never in my wildest dreams could I imagine Duncan in a position like this with Zelda.

“You are just a desperate little whore!” He growled at her, tightening his grip on her hands that were pinned above her head, pressed tightly against the wall. He loomed closer, burying his head in the crook of her neck. Zelda’s moan was so loud and it had me wondering if she was ready to risk blowing her cover.

“You just want to be fucked really hard, don’t you?” He chuckled, berating her, and she moaned in response.

“Please,” She whispered, wiggling in his arms.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

I knew she had it bad for him but not this bad. Her words were coated with a certain desperation that just made my heart clench in pain. Zelda doesn’t just like Duncan. She was obsessed with him. The kind of obsession that runs deeper than it appeared on the surface. It wasn’t until I heard the rattling of his belt, accompanied by a breathy moan that emitted from her, that I blinked, snapping back to reality.

I wasn’t about to watch my friend get fucked against the wall.

Unsure of what to do with what I had just seen, I released a shaky breath, spinning on my heels and heading for the staircase, wanting to be away from her breathy moans that were mixed with his grunts.

I know I should be happy for my friend for getting the guy she wanted but there was this strong conviction that pointed out the bitter truth to me that Zelda didn’t get the guy, instead she was signing herself up for a heart-wrenching heartbreak. Things have been so crazy around here in the past week and if there was anything as clear as day to me, it was the fact that she was a distraction for Duncan, from everything that had been going on, and God, it crushed me because Zelda deserved better!

She deserved better than him.

My legs grew heavier as I ascended the staircase, reeling from what I had just seen because I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. Maybe I should have just backed off because if I had just minded my business, I wouldn’t have to walk in on something that heartbreaking. Duncan wasn’t the man for Zelda and it kills me that she might have to learn the hard way. There was no way in hell I could tell her that, she had to see it herself. I could only hope that she wouldn’t let it weigh her down too much.