Chapter 32

Book:The Mafia King’s Toy Published:2025-2-8

NERTHUS
“Hey beautiful!”
“Gigi, we are still seeing each other tonight, right? Is everything alright?”
I hear him chuckling through the phone. “I’d love to see you tonight, my belle. But I fear I have bad news.”
“What? Are you standing me up?”
“I have to. A gorgeous stallion just came into my bar, telling me that you are booked exclusively, and I should stay away from you.”
“You are kidding, right?”
“You didn’t tell me you were dating Superman.”
I groan, throwing my head back into my neck. “God, he isn’t my date. He is a client.”
“Girl, are you sure you haven’t got a place for me where you work at?”
I laugh out loud.
He is such a pervert.
“Believe me, getting someone looking like him is like winning at the national lottery.”
“Do you like him?”
I shrug, plucking invisible lints from my clothes.
“I don’t know him well enough to like him. He doesn’t talk much.”
“Ooooh, you lucky bitch.”
***
“You!”
I don’t even care that I stormed into a running meeting until I see his grin.
He is, as usually, dressed in a dark tailored suit and even wears a waistcoat.
Guess this meeting is important.
I’m met with the puzzling look of his business partners, but if he thinks that will keep me from making a scene, he is wrong.
“We need to talk! In private!”
I shoot the men in the room an angry look and I see them looking between me and the idiot lost. He nods and the men in the black suits leave the room confused.
Just as I’m about to pop off, a petite girl in vertiginous high-heels and a fit-tight short pencil skirt and even tighter blouse barges in. “I’m sorry, Sir. I tried to hold her back, but-”
I steer her back out, closing the room with a thud.
Stupid modern office doors, I would have needed a bang!
“How dare you!”
He is playing with his pen, watching me with a smug smirk.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Oh, you know exactly what I mean.”
I take a few steps forward, gesticulating with my hands like a maniac. “You made every one of my clients cancel their appointments. You aren’t allowed to do that!”
“I told you to keep your agenda free for me and you didn’t. So, I chose to help you out a bit.”
“Are you insane?! You can’t do that, that’s how I earn my money!”
“I’ll pay you enough and take up so much of your time that you wouldn’t need to take any other clients, nor would you have the capacity to see them.”
My jaw literally hits the floor at his audacity.
“How the fuck dare you?! How did you even get through the vault?”
“Dine with me tonight!” I stand there speechless while he still wears his grin.
“No!”
“No?” He tilts his head, amusement flashing through his eyes.
“No! I have an appointment tonight.”
“No, you don’t. I canceled the appointment for you.”
I snort and he looks at me intrigued.
“Oh, don’t worry. I told him that it was a huge misunderstanding and that I would be free to be his tonight.”
His cocky expression finally falls and is replaced by a displeasedly angered one.
That’s what I’m talking about.
Taking out my phone, I open my agenda, as if there were any appointments left in there.
“I could squeeze you in next Friday. Should I book it for you?”
He practically springs out of his seat and stands before me. Looking up at him questioningly, I push my luck further.
“So? Yes or no?”
“You won’t be anyone’s but mine tonight!”
I smile slyly, hoping to cover my heartbeat picking up at his vicinity and his words.
“Hmmm… I don’t know. I already promised.”
“Promised what?”
I play with his lapel, gliding over the seam, while I lower my voice.
“A good fuck.”
“Nerthus!”
“Yes?” I say, dreamily.
“Don’t test me!”
“Or what?” I step away from him, leaning against the table, and he follows me with his eyes.
“Are you going to punish me? Put him down?”
He remains deadly serious as he steps up to me, leaning in. “One way or another, you won’t be seeing him tonight.”
My skin gets covered in goose bumps at his husky whisper and I gulp, my lips just mere millimeters away from his.
“Would you really prefer to spend your evening with him?”
I shake my head while my eyes stay hypnotized on his.
“Will you be a good girl and spend your evening with me?”
I nod and his grin reappears.
“Are you wearing red?”
“What is your name?”
He takes a deep breath before he answers me, finally freeing me from my suffering.
“Arawn.”
“Arawn…” I repeat in a whisper, and he closes his eyes.
Seems like someone is as infatuated as I am.
“Why are you so obsessed with me, Arawn? I guess you could have a different beautiful escort every night.”
I hate how the thought of it pains me and as he doesn’t reply right away, my panic grows, and I have to push down the urge to shout at him to forget it.
I don’t want to know.
“I’ll bet you are the most beautiful. You are smart. You have a dirty mouth and all the guts that go with it. You smell nice and taste even better.”
My heart is already skipping a beat at the things he says, but as he presses his lips against my ear to whisper directly into it, I’m sure I experience my heart fail completely.
“And you deliver a hell of a deep throat.”
I would gasp if I didn’t have my heart stuck in my throat.
As his eyes roam over my face again, I open my lips slowly before I let out a low whisper.
“Yes.”
He looks at me questioningly, tilting his head.
“I’ve been wearing red every day. Since you asked me to.”
The smile growing on his face has my heart racing.
“Show me.”
“Will you promise not to interfere with my dinner with my best friend tonight if I do?!”
He frowns as he looks at me. “Best friend?”
“Yeah. He isn’t a client. But we wanted to get dinner and a few drinks tonight.”
He ponders while wrapping his arms around me.
“Would you join me for a dessert after your dinner?”
I chuckle as he smiles at me. “You really can’t get enough of me, can you?!”
He just smirks at me slyly and I sigh deeply.
“Okay, I guess I can come by your house after my dinner and drinks with him.”
“Perfect. Now be a good girl and show me.”
Still wrapped in his arms, I lift my hands to open my blouse. With a slow tug, I free my bra for him to see. As he roams his eyes over it, my skin prickles excitedly.
Moving my hands down, I lift my skirt up my thighs and hips teasingly unhurried, making him groan.
The moment I have lifted my skirt over my hips, I turn around, showing him my thong before rubbing my ass against his rock-hard cock.
“How sound-proof is this office?” I moan lowly, locking my arms behind his neck, feeling his fingers grazing my belly and stomach.
“Not enough,” he groans, making me giggle.