Entangled With The Dominant Mafia

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out of the office. Last Friday was

ion while I put together all the documents t

y screen via the internal messaging sy

nd wear something comfortable that day. We're

orse than spending an entire day alone with Mr.

requested. Adding a note to the email, telling him to keep in mind that I'll be ou

, a reply pops

ke the week off. In the future, your requests

"At least he didn't ca

, I block out June twenty-sixth befor

e that my thoughts tu

eaking dull but comfor

, but just talking to a man made me f

ight, but this time, I'll be alone in t

drink with a man while we're surrounded by people, and a whole differ

is stupid, and I should

keyboard while my thoughts re

nversation with Doyle. Not once did a feeling of pa

f my life again. I want to be able to go on dates like any oth

t want my ol

Blak

desk, I let out a shriek. My hand flies up to cover my

to give me a fre

it feels like he's trying to pry my deepest

a deep breath before saying,

ment longer, which makes

e chicken sandwich you go

k into his office before

man is way

al the number for the deli and p

, the phone rings, and

ice, Samanth

"You sound so professional

back in my chair. "Ugh. I

on't envy

re you out for lunch?" "Yes. I'm at our fav

lous. Bring me a chocolate milks

as Mr. Vitale's office door opens, I'm go

d you are,"

we ordered Chinese takeout and stayed in. I got her up to speed on everything

o be her maid of ho

e with your milkshake." "Thank you." I hear M

la

ention to my boss as he places

hem to my house and make sure they're hung

to see whe

that, and I'm not

s,

ber of wrath, and I pick up the

fast pace, and I don't even get time to drin

four, I feel victorious

imand me fo

he's asked me to pick up his laundry

hen I take the stairs up to the front door, I r

bottom lip, and hoping he

, I'm met by a burl

garment bags that are draped over my arm.

hen his phone rings, he gestures for me t

space that's all gleaming

y s

sive chandelier, the marble statues of women,

nsive décor when the man who opened the door

ght. Th

and staircase, I notice

e

I can explo

e second floor and quic

covered with beautiful

third floor and as I approach an open door,

oom, my mouth drops open again and I

sily three times

man has g

y. Where the walls are black, the bed covers are a soft cream color. I move clo

offee table. A neatly folded newspaper lies on the table, and an image of Mr. Vi

y ba

ly up when I see stairs leading down to a sun

idneys for a chance

sily fit five people. The thing e

lack marble, and the round mi

k-in closet, and I let out a jealous huff when

ouse," I mutter as I unzip the garment bags. Hanging the suits and making sure n

as I have an out-of-c

the closet, I glance at all the sweatpant

lk-in closet, and I take a moment to look at M

let my eyes feast on all the beauty

o be cold and soulless, but ins

pened the door, and unable to suppress my curious nature, I wa

ack velvet couches furnish the room. I

and a glass table that holds a crystal decanter filled with an

ansive windows and sliding doors, and

ty is doused, and fea

t might as well have been made from steel. As I bounce backward, my hand fli

h

was just

Mr. Vitale, and forgetting that I was just caught snoo

ith a man, but knowing there's a whole group outside on

y I'm still in his house, I dart ar

I think I hear Mr. Vitale call my name, but t