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Lucas's pov:

Have you ever dreamt of being fucked? Perhaps a wet dream?

I just had one.

I lazily relaxed my head on a soft surface. It felt really comfortable like a bed, except it wasn't a bed.

I could feel the warmness and softness as well, plus a person's warm breath on my head, fanning my neck.

This can't be a pillow either. Pillows don't breathe.

Her sweet intoxicating scent made me crave her more. I wanted to stay there for long, not wanting to wake up due to the pleasurable sensations I had felt and was in fact still poisoned with. The feeling of my cock in her made me explode in the world of erotism and I felt like I was being transported to heaven.

Slowly, I lifted my lashes to meet a shocking surprise. I was actually lying in between her naked boobs and not pillows as I had dreamed.

How come? What actually happened? Was all that nothing but a dream?

I blinked severally within seconds to be sure it wasn't one of my wet imaginations. But it was real, her succulent rosy nipples were staring at me, tempting me to feel them again.

No, I can't let her wake. One wrong move and we did be yelling at each other. I could sense her hatred even from her sleep. She'd think I did rape her.

I closed my eyes as I tried forcing out the memories of what actually took place. All I remember was helping her out of the club house. She was so drunk that she couldn't even stand alone.

And perhaps, we ended up in one of the rooms. It was clear the alcohol in my system had taken charge.

Then the memory of last night dropped like a bomb. Such intense love making between us as I gave her my best shots. She didn't decline but instead wanted more, I can still feel the soft kisses she planted on my chest with her hands roaming around my skin. Would she believe she did all that?

All I wanted was to please her, just like her sweet voice demanded. Was that a mistake?

How could I let my weakness get the best of me? I was supposed to have fun watching the strippers but now, the situation was messy. Can't believe I'm in bed with a stranger! Stupid sexy bar angel!

Her pleasant moans filled the room again and I didn't realize I was smirking at the thought. We did have a dark and blissful moment last night.

I could feel my heart throb as my eyes roamed around the room in disbelief. Our clothes were scattered around the room and some vessels and glasses were broken. I sighed in disbelief, were we that drunk and careless? We couldn't get enough of each other.

I bent towards the naked woman laying peacefully on the bed, my legs were still wrapped around her waist.

She looked elegant as I admired her features. My eyes traced lustfully from her Legs up to her boobs. Her breasts were exposed and I noticed a rosy tattoo on her chest, in between her large boobs. It was beautiful, a nice craft.

I glanced at her face but I couldn't see it clearly since her hair was scattered around. Her neatly trimmed hairs were now disorganized as a result of the hot night. She wasn't wearing her mask and a thought crossed my mind.

I should see her face. The face of the one whom I couldn't get off my mind from the club. The one whom I ended up with in bed. The one who satisfied me like never before last night. Just her face, it's not a crime.

I lifted my hands, which seemed paralyzed from last night's pleasure slowly towards her face. Just shift her hair a little and her beautiful face would come to view.

I should be careful not to wake her up as well, a little peek and I can mark her face.

Just then, the door swung open. I quickly used the sheets to cover her nudity. No one should see a glimpse of my woman's body.

My woman? Oh God.

Who dares interrupt my special moment?

My devouring eyes turned to meet Ray panting. Where did he emerge from all of a sudden? Why does it have to be now?

"what's it?" I glared with a whisper.

He must have known I was trying not to wake her up and so replied with a whisper as well.

"We've found her Don, She's in the basement," he replied, still looking at me mischievously.

"good. I would be down in a few minutes," I replied not looking at him but at my angel.

"Who's she? if I may ask," he questioned curiously.

"I was just about finding out before you barged in. You always have the wrong timing," I frowned at him, "I just need to see her face," I stretched my hands again towards her messy hair again.

"don't do that." His commanding voice said. Does he realize I'm the Don here?

Among my men, Ray is so concerned. He even sounds bossy even without knowing. I don't like it. Grandpa was the one who employed him based on not only friendship but trust as well. He used to work for my grandfather until 5 years ago, grandpa recommended him to me before passing away on his retirement plane. He said he can trust Ray with his life, so why shouldn't I? Trust me, the first time I met Ray, I hated him. He looked weak to me but my dad who was the ruling Mafia king then, spoke well of him too.

But now, he was more like a close friend. Someone I talk to when I'm alone. Even though he was way older, like he was 45 or so, I found it easy to talk to him.

"why?" I really couldn't see reasons why I shouldn't see her face. I mean, the opportunity is right before my very eyes. I should know who my woman is.

"It's the rule. Masked night remember?" he answered nonchalantly, leaning his weight on the door frame.

I chuckled, "rule? you of all people should know I don't play by rules."

"Still you shouldn't. I don't think she would want that as well. Why do you think she wore the mask? If you insist, go on. After all, I'm just a mere servant," He replied in low tone still showing his disapproval, he was now standing properly, with his hands at his back.

He sounded reasonable. I stared at her for a brief moment and reluctantly got off the bed.

I dressed up immediately, put on my wrist watch, and I sighted a bracelet.

I smirked, she should at least come find me. Without a second glance, I slid the bracelet into my pocket.

I left the room with these thoughts - If you don't come for me, you leave me no choice than to find you.

Now, I should visit my foe.