~ BRAD’S POVToday is a hectic day, I just finished running some errands and now I’m heading to the baby store to get a gift for my sister; she gave birth to a bouncing baby boy. I don’t really know what I should get her but I think anything that isn’t a pack of condoms will be good enough. The last time she gave birth, I gifted her a condom which got her so mad that me that I had to throw her a party as an apology and a replacement gift. Looking at everything in my own view, I don’t see a reason why she was mad, I think a packed condom is a very useful gift because- you know, who doesn’t want a free condom?I walk into the store. I definitely didn’t see myself walking into a baby store again especially since I got banned from the last one. I walk around and see all sorts of baby clothes everywhere; sleep suits, body suits, normal looking outfits, bibs, blankets. Damn, I have no idea what to buy!Where the hell are the jeans and shirts? I look around a little lost until I spot a young
Richie captures my lips, knocking the air out of me instantly. The amazing taste of him fills my mouth as his tongue invades it. I wrap my arms around his neck as he pulls me closer, deepening our kiss and pulling me flush against him. His hard-on presses against my lower belly, and my core throbs. A moan threatens to escape my mouth, but Richie swallows it as he pushes me back against the elevator wall. How we got into the elevator and how we ended up in a make-out session is a mystery to me.Richie suddenly releases my lips. I open my eyes to find his filled with lust and desire. Without saying a word, he moves his hand under my dress and pulls my underwear down. He takes his time, and my skin burns with pleasure as his fingers caress my legs."Richie..." I moan as my core throbs. Richie sniffs my underwear before putting it in his back pocket. He kisses me again, and I hear the ruffle of clothes.He must be working his zipper."Wrap those sexy legs around my waist, baby," He comman
AIDEN SMIRNOV’S POVI am sitting on the couch with her on my lap; she is my new partner. I am quite sure that working with her will be great because she’s as stupid as my grandma; it takes zero effort to get her to do something you want her to do. My arms are wrapped around her waist and her arms are around my neck. Richie and I have a small history with her, she’s an old friend of mine who I have had a crush on for years and she is the perfect person for this job, she has the same motive as me, to make our new start-up a success. It’s just another day in the life of a mafia king, nothing out of the ordinary. I had just finished telling her why I want her to be part of this. My revenge on Richie can easily be accomplished but that’s not exactly what I want. He played with my personal life when he protected Alice and got her married to his petty brother; It is something I would also like to do. I want life to hit him up like a storm and for that, I have to use his past; his ex-girlfrie
~ RACHEL’S POVAfter parking the car, I donned a white hat and black sunglasses. I look at my reflection in the rear mirror and I lowered the hat so it can cover half of my face. With a sigh, I mummer "Here goes nothing."I step out of the car and while walking into the restaurant, I silently pray that I will not be seen by paparazzi. I can not handle their questions or their irrelevant photo clicks. It gets really annoying when they ask me random questions and keep clicking photos of me. I know it’s their job and I shouldn’t criticize it but I find it very funny, I mean why will someone’s job be stalking people? As I walk into the restaurant, a wave of relief washes over me. I am so glad that no paparazzi approached me; this will make Richie know that I can handle myself. He didn’t want to go out alone, he says I should take Brad with me but I insisted not to; I didn’t want Brad or any other bodyguard to come with me. As much as I hate being approached by the paparazzi when I am alo
"Can we get out of here now, I’m tired." I groan resting my hand on the counter. Rebecca and I are at the club, after I left the office, I went straight to Rebecca’s apartment and well, she made me come here. She says it will make me feel better, not that I feel bad or anything. "Come on, we just got here. So relax, have some shots." She says handing a shot to meI sigh and collect a shot from her. I down it in one go and bite into a lime immediately after. I keep thinking about it but it doesn’t make any sense to me; Richie and Angelina. I can’t believe this. How does he even know her? When did he meet her? What is going on between them? Is he in love with her? Does he want to be together with her?All those questions pour into my brain like a tidal wave but I couldn’t figure out what is going on. This is just too much and I shouldn’t be thinking about it, I shouldn’t even be bothered. Whatever Richie does shouldn’t affect me, in fact, I should have expected something like this from
~ RICHIE’S POVMy hand scrubs over my face once Rachel is out the door. I can't believe my attempt to make things better between us only made it worse. My shoulders hunch as I realize Rachel is probably going to hate me for that. God! What have I done? If I had just explained everything the minute she walked out of my office all this wouldn’t have happened. Anger burns hot in my chest as I recalled how Papa called me at the wrong time. I wanted to go after Rachel and explain things to her but Papa distracted me, he just had to call me at that moment. And as usual, it’s about Ezra; Ezra always ruins things. Why does his stupid behavior start when I am trying to do something important?With a groan, I lash out, punching the closest wall to me. The skin breaks and blood pours out of my knuckles, but I don't care. My heart is in more pain than my hand could ever be. Right now, I wish more than anything in this world that I could explain things to Rachel, I hate to know that she thinks I’
~ RACHEL POVMy eyes start to slowly open, still slightly hazy. Once my eyes clear, they start to adjust to the brightness of the room. The first thing my eyes set on is a man who appears to be in his early thirties. He is dressed in a neat sky-blue tuxedo and is sitting on a chair across from mine with his leg crossed on the other. He relaxes his back on the chair before he speaks "Hi princess." His voice is husky and smooth. I don’t think he is American because his accent is a bit different.My brows snap into a furrow as I squint my eyes at him trying to figure out who he is or what is going on. A sudden wave of fear laced my heart when I realize I am not at home nor am I anywhere familiar. Panicked, I try to get up but something pulls me back. I try one more time before I notice that my hands are tied up together at the back of the chair. I look at the man sitting in front of me; questionably. He didn’t say anything, he just kept staring at me; sternly. My heart starts to hamme
~ RICHIE’S POVThe beeping of my phone wakes me up. I groan sleepy turning around and laying on my stomach with a pillow covering my head. I lift myself up, the pillow tumbled over. My eyes squint as the sun shin through the curtains making me groan and lay my head back on to the bed. I slowly turn over to my back, my arm reaching to rest over my eyes. I didn’t have a good sleep last night, I don’t know why but I keep dreaming about Rachel, and how she wants to end things with me because of Angelina. That's something I hope never happens.I hear another beep which makes me groan harder. I didn’t want to check my phone but then a voice at the back of my mind reminds me of Rachel. I called her multiple times last night, perhaps she saw my phone calls and is texting me now. I sit up from bed and reach to grab the phone which I keep on the side table. I pick up the phone and see two messages from an unknown number. That is weird, I hardly receive messages from unknown numbers, I can’t ev