Enchanted by the Mafia Boss

Part 8: One Mafia Boss is heavenly, A second one is devilish

I am kinda sorry that I haven't uploaded the last two days, but then I also don't think you can force creativity and its already a Wattpad Story, I don't want to make it even worse lol. So don't worry y'all I wont abandon this Story that easily.

How are you all doing? Sommer is coming, which is your favorite Season? I hate Summer, I am a redhead and I burn when  just stepping outside haha. 

Anyways, have fun and enjoyyy the ride. 

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When I woke up and turned around I wasn't surprised to see that he was gone. He was a Mafia Boss and not a cuddle bear and I mean I wasn't here to start a relationship either, it was just Sex. I just chose to ignore the little ache while looking at the empty space next to me. 

A knock cut through the silence. I quickly slipped into my clothes and tried to comb through my hair with my hands. 

"Come in!"

Dumpty/Ivan stepped into the room with a bright smile on his face. 

"Im so glad that boss likes you, because its soo boring to only spend time with Vlad, he is just a mean bitch." He sounded like a Gen Z TikToker but with a heavy Russian Accent. 

I raised my eyebrows: "Vlad?"

"I believe you call him Humpty? Which I totally support by the way."

I smirked at him. "Well you are always welcome to hide from him and spend time with me, Ivan." 

"Darling, you are such a sweetheart. Oh, I brought you some cookies, I made them with my Babuschka's recipe. You must be tired after last night." 

I blushed, or rather my cheeks turned into tomatoes. But the embarrassment was smoothened by the fact that a Russian mobster had baked me cookies and that he called me a sweetheart, which sounded more like a declaration of war in his accent, but still somehow totally adorable. 

We sat down, talked some chit chat and ate his amazing cookies. I tried to get the recipe from him, but he said he would have to kill me if he told me and even though Dumpty/ Ivan was the sweetest mobster I had ever met I didn't want to risk it. 

"Darling, I do love spending time with you, I really do, but the Boss ordered me to escort you home, he said he would contact you for next time."

I knew when I went here that it was nothing serious, but I still swallowed some disappointment that I would not see him today and that he was still in absolute control of when we where going to see each other again. 

I just let out a long sigh. "I know don't worry, let's just go, but can I take some of the cookies for later?" 

Kimberley POV: 

Well today was the day I was gonna meet Mr. Sexy Italian Accent for a Bubble tea. I really didn't know what to expect and also couldn't actually believe someone looking like that could be interested in me, but hey it wasn't like I had anything better to do. 

I just shook my head, before I could slip into my usual overthinking cycle and stepped out of the tram, heading towards the shop. He was already standing there, tall, lean and dressed in all black, like me. Though even from the distance I could see, that his eyeliner was better than mine. Damn it, I spent 20 minutes on it. 

"Ciao Principessa." 

His accent melted my insides, but on the outside I just nodded and let out short Hi. I could see it in his eyes that he was amused at me trying to maintain a cool composure, but hey he was going to have to push me hard to break my shell, I was not going to let anyone in easily.