Enchanted by the Mafia Boss

Part 11: I am not falling in love... I AM NOT

Well everyone, I really did not want to wait this long again to write the next Part, because honestly writing is so much fun and really helps me deal with all my mental struggles, so sorry I am not abandoning this story and I dearly hope you are mostly voluntarily reading it lol. 

Anyways as always have fun and enjoy the Ride 

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As I opened my eyes, this time he was still laying next to me. His chest rising up and down steadily. The danger usually coming from his straight face, was softened, it wasn't gone but he almost looked relaxed. He was not just the sexiest man I had ever met, he was just genuinely beautiful. I traced my fingers from his full lips over his sharp jaw down to his defined chest. 

His breathing picked up a bit and he was slowly waking up, grabbing me by the waist and drawing me so close, our bodies almost melted into each other. I closed my eyes, feeling his smile on my skin. 

I overcame the last millimeter of space between us and gave him a deep kiss. I turned him on his back, swinging my my hips over his, not breaking the kiss. I started moving my hips, grinding up and down and he let out a deep groan. I knew I had him in the pocket in this moment and I suddenly stopped all my movements. 

He opened his eyes, trying to pull me back into the kiss. But I just let an evil grin widen on my face. 

"You know where I really want to go today?" 

He let out a deep groan, but this time not out of pleasure. "Scarlet we already had this discussion, I am not taking you to the mob museum." 

I moved my hips a little and used my biggest pout. "Please, please, please it will be so much fun." 

"You will not let this go, will you?" 

I shot a huge smile at him and heavily shaked my head. 

He let out a long sigh, which sounded like he just aged 20 years, which you know I did that to people sometimes. "You owe me."

I let out a small but very excited shriek and started moving my hips again.

Some time later 

I basically looked like a toddler making small happy jumps, while holding Dimitri's hand, walking through the streets of Downtown Las Vegas. He occasionally shooted some grumpy glances at me, but I could see the smirk on his face, when he thought I wasn't looking. He was the one who kidnapped me, it was his fault that he had to put up with me and my mood swings now. 

We soon stopped in front of the mob museum and I let out another shriek. He just looked at me, brushing his hand over his head, probably thinking about how he ever got into this situation. But before he could change his mind, I pulled him to the entrance. I paid for the tickets, because I was the one forcing him to go. 

It was great the rooms were filled with torture devices and so much history of organized crimes. I stopped at nearly ever info board and asked Dimitri if it was still like that. I could see that he was very close to getting out one of the guns on display and shooting me with it. 

I forced him to take an endless amount of selfies, he looked tortured in most of them, and it was one of the best days I had in the last couple of months, or years even. 

When we finally left and I watched him in secret, I could see he had some fun too. His face was relaxed and he did smile some. I walked closer to him, draping my arm around his waist, leaning my head slightly against his chest. He smiled down at me and laid his arm on my shoulder. 

It was our last day and our suitcases were already in the plane, so we drove directly to the airport after having some dinner close to the museum. I was a little heartbroken to leave Las Vegas, because it felt like an enclosed world for just Dimitri and me and no distractions from our regular lives. 

The plane ride felt a lot shorter this time and when Dimitri and I were standing in front of my door, I felt a little ache in my chest. 

"Don't leave Dimitri." 

"I have to Lisichka, I've got work to do." 

"But I will miss you." I gave him a little pout, seeing that playing toddler worked the last time I wanted something. 

"I will see you soon." He kissed my forehead and when I opened my eyes he had already left. 

My apartment was dark when I entered and I didn't bother to turn on the lights, I just dropped my suitcase in the hallway and went for a shower. I laid down on my bed with just a towel wrapped around me letting out a deep sigh. 

I had made a huge mistake. 

I was falling in love. 

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Seeing that the last Part was a little longer, this one is a little shorter, hope you still enjoyed it though. 

What do you think does the future hold for these two? 

I cant wait to see you for the next Part, so much love for all of you out there and I hope you are having a great day, or if not that this made it a tiny bit better.