Mafia Desire (Erotica)

When Andrew had gone into the kitchen with Dalia, I cleaned up her dolls and began packing my belongings. Dalia was so excited to show Andrew the cake that I knew she wouldn’t mind if I didn’t say goodbye. Before getting up and walking to the front door, I double-checked that I had my phone and keys in my purse.

“Are you leaving so soon, kitten?” A rough voice said behind me.

In a crowd, I could hear his voice and only one person called me “kitten.”

“Yes, bye.” I said without looking at him.

“How did you know his pressure point?” Andrew asked as I was about to walk out the door.

I came to a complete halt. How did Andrew find out about the man in the bar?

“What exactly do you mean?” I said this as I turned to face him. I decided to play dumb because there was no way he could know.

“How did you know his pressure point at the bar when he had you cornered?” he asked as he approached me.

He saw me at the bar…

“Did you see that?” I inquired.

“For God’s sake, Yes, I saw that, and now answer my question.” He responded

Andrew was only a few inches away from me at this point, and I couldn’t believe it “Because of the front door behind me, I took a step back. I was confused; if he had seen me, why hadn’t he told me? ” Will he be able to stop the man? What happened? “Will he rip the guy off of me? Was he really going to stand there and watch that man do whatever he wanted to me?

“I take self-defense classes, but Andrew, what the hell?” I was enraged at him, I said.

“What are you doing raising your voice, kitten?” He grumbled.

“Because if you had seen me, you should have done something; were you just going to stand there and watch him take advantage of me?” I was enraged, I said.

“All I saw him do was touch you right before you attacked him.” He stated

“Sure, Andrew, sure.” Even if he was telling the truth, there was a chance nothing could have been done. I didn’t believe Andrew would tell the truth, and even if I did, I was skeptical.

“Are you seriously thinking that low of me, kitten?” He was purring.

His body was almost touching mine, his chest rising and his eyes fixed on mine. His voice had changed; it was smooth and calm now. When I looked him in the eyes, I expected to see hatred, but he appeared conflicted. He averted his gaze from my eyes and pressed his lips against mine; I knew what he desired, and I desired it as well.

“Andr….”

Before I could finish what I was about to say, his lips smacked into mine. I felt a shock run through my entire body as soon as his lips met mine. As my knees became weaker, my heart pounded in my chest. I couldn’t stop thinking about how soft he felt against my lips, how addictively hed invaded all of my senses . He tasted like a cross between whiskey and cloves, and it only made me want him more.

My hands felt compelled to feel his body, to investigate him. I put my hand on his chest because I needed to touch him. He pulled back from the kiss as soon as my hand touched his chest, grabbed my hand, and slammed it into the door behind me. His eyes had shifted from hungry and calm to angry and furious.

“You just had to fuck it up. Of course you did, and I shouldn’t have expected anything else from you.” He hissed angrily.

His words hit me like a ton of bricks. He was my first kiss, the first person I ever wanted to kiss back, and this is what I got. His words broke me; I was on cloud nine when he kissed me, but now I was jolted back to earth. I looked back at him, hoping to see regret on his face, but all I saw was rage.

I couldn’t look at him any longer; he had stolen something so valuable from me only to destroy it. I swung open the front door and dashed out. Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes, and all I wanted to do was cry and cry. I’d never felt pain like this before, the kind that tugged at my heart and made my hands tremble.

Everything came at once, and tears streamed down my cheeks and my body began to shake; Andrew had ruined something I would never forget or forgive him for.

I wiped my tears away and tried to relax; I was not going to let Andrew get to me like this; he did not deserve my tears. I vowed to myself that I would never be in the same room with him again, and that whatever he said to me would have no effect on me.

Andrew Jayson would never be able to break me again.

Ava’s PVO

One week later…

I avoided Andrew at all costs after what happened on Saturday. I would leave if he entered a room where I was. I’d have my purse and belongings ready before 6 pm so I could leave as soon as possible . I was grateful that he never looked at me or spoke to me. It was easier to ignore how he had made me feel if he was virtually unnoticed by me.

“Why are you avoiding Andrew, darling?” Emily asked as I sat in the kitchen.

“What exactly do you mean, Emily?” I inquired.

I had hoped that no one would notice how I was avoiding him, but Emily was keenly aware of any irregularities.

“I notice how quickly you leave a room when he enters, and how quickly you leave when he returns.” Emily stated

“I just don’t like being in his presence.” I responded

“What happened between you two, Ava?” she inquired, sighing.

“Nothing, Emily; I just realized he’s a horrible person to everyone except Dalia.” I said

“Don’t say that, dear; he is a good person. .. he just makes snap judgments.” She stated

“I did notice. He also struggles with anger and is unable to look beyond himself.” I responded

“Give him a chance, darling; you know he isn’t all bad.” Emily stated

“I gave him numerous chances, and he has only demonstrated that he is a terrible person.” I said

“I promise, darling, he will show you that he is a good person.” Emily responded

“I’m sorry, Emily, but I don’t want him to.” “I’m done attempting.”While walking out of the kitchen to check on Dalia, I said.

I knew what I said was impolite, but I was exhausted and didn’t want to try to “see the good in him.”

Dalia and I played until 5:55 PM, and the rest of the day went smoothly. I stood up from where Dalia and I were playing and began packing my belongings. Andrew was always home by 6 pm, if not earlier.

I waited for Andrew’s footsteps to fade away before walking to the front door.

“Are you going to keep doing this the rest of the year?” Andrew stated

I mentally cursed myself because I had assumed he was in the kitchen when I walked to the door.

“Yes, Mr. Jayson, good-bye.” I stated sternly.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

“How come Saturday had a bigger impact on you than me telling you you’re a whore?” He inquired.

“Like I said, I don’t see why you should care.” I said

“Don”t. You. Dare. Leave.” He hissed loudly.

“I’ll do whatever I want, asshole.” I retorted

“Respond to my fucking question.” He screamed

“Andrew, you know what I mean. Fine . I know I’m not a whore, so just throwing the word around doesn’t bother me.” I yelled.

He looked at me and began laughing uncontrollably. “You know sleeping with everyone in Los Angeles for money and dancing at a strippers club makes you a whore, Ava.” He stated

“Do you think I chose to work there because you’re a fucking idiot, Andrew? Do you really believe I slept with those vile men for money? NO, I WAS SOLD TO THAT CLUB. I WAS FORCED TO DANCE FOR 3 YEARS AND WAS BRUTALLY BEATEN IF I DIDN’T!” I yelled.

He paused his laughter and looked at me with confusion.

“Cut the nonsense,” Andrew said.

“Andrew, please stop! You judged me solely based on the fact that I danced at the club and then assumed I slept with everyone. You are nothing more than a simpleton and an idiot, so to avoid looking like a fucking idiot again, I suggest you never talk to me again.” I spit on him.

I walked out the door, slamming it behind me.

Andrew was a conceited, selfish, and narrow-minded jerk.

I didn’ t feel any better when I got home and wanted to throw everything I saw. He only judged me and then had the audacity to accuse me of lying. I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower to try to relax. The hot water soothed me and soothed my anger. I exited the shower and went into my bedroom.