A Night with Mr Mafia

"Pel, let's go home," said Oliv, feeling uncomfortable in the club.

Olivia Ethana Mateus was the granddaughter of Simon Mateus, who owned Switzerland's largest health research company. Her cousin, Penelope Alberta Mateus, stood in front of her.

"Come on, Oliv. We should have some fun; it's a bachelorette party before your wedding to Aland tomorrow," Penelope said.

"It's late," Olivia complained, feeling uncomfortable in such a place.

"Relax. Drink this first," Penelope said, handing her a pink cocktail glass. Without thinking, Olivia gulped down the drink.

"Um, it's sweet," Olivia said, looking at the empty glass.

"Yeah, you like things that don't have a strong aroma and aren't bitter," Penelope replied.

"Yeah, right." Olive's gaze on the empty glass became more and more blurred. "Ugh, I'm suddenly sleepy," she muttered.

"Really?" asked Penelope, noticing Olivia's pale face and heavy eyes.

"You're drunk, Oliv."

"Um, really? I'm usually a strong drinker," she muttered, finally losing consciousness. Her head hit the table, and she fell asleep.

Penelope smiled at the sight of Olivia losing consciousness. Then she called someone on her cell phone.

After a few minutes, two men came over to Penelope.

"Take this girl upstairs." Just lay her down on the bed in Room 1152," Penelope ordered.

"Yes, ma'am."

Two men carried Olivia away. Penelope grinned as she continued to stare at her stepsister's departure.

"Do you believe you can have Aland?" Penelope muttered. "The land is mine!"

***

"Ugh, it's so hot," Olivia complained, feeling uncomfortable in her sleep. She slowly took off all her clothes because she felt very uncomfortable.

At the same time, a man had just entered the room and was quite surprised to see that she was taking off her clothes on the bed with sensual movements.

"Who is that woman?" muttered the handsome man.

The man was Zayden. He walked over to the bed with his suit off.

"What are you doing here? I don't need a comfort woman," Zayden said with a sharp look in his eyes.

When she heard that exclamation, Olivia turned to the source of the voice. "What are you doing here? This is my room," Olivia complained. "Ah, you must be the new maid, huh? You don't have to help me change. I'm going to sleep like this; you go out," Olivia said, laying down on the bed wearing only her underwear.

Zayden was very confused when he heard the exclamation of the strange woman in front of him. "Where is this alien woman from?" exclaimed Zayden, who was starting to get annoyed, especially when he was equated with a servant. It really offended his pride.

Zayden reached into his pants pocket and attempted to contact someone to help him get the alien woman out of his room.

"Hey, you!" called Olivia, causing Zayden to frown at her with a confused look. "Get me a drink; I'm so thirsty."

Zayden felt as though someone was trampling on his pride. A little girl, capable of breaking a mafia leader's bones in an instant, ruled his entire life.

Zayden walked closer to the bed, one knee rising to the top to get closer to Olivia, then pulled her arm until they were very close.

"Get out of here!" she demanded with a glare.

"Wait! Your eyeballs are so beautiful; the color of your eyes is so bright, like a piece of gold," complimented Olivia, who was glued to Zayden's two eyeballs.

"Stop playing around; get out of here!" Zayden tugged Olivia's arm until he pulled her off the bed.