A Mafia leader, and a detective? No way, they're just too different. No romance of any kind could ever occur between two polar opposites like Nova, and Xavier.
He's the the leader of the red dragons Mafia organization, while she is one of the best d...
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Xavier's POV:
"Come here mama," I say, looking her body up, and down.
She was wearing a tight black fitted mini skirt, with a matching black halter top. Her jewelry brought out the hints of gold in her eyes, and her hair. Fuck, it was in a low sleek puff that made my thoughts go wild.
She makes her way toward me with a playful smile, swaying her hips as she approaches me. She stands in between my legs as she places her arms around my neck, looking down at me.
She had deep reddish brown lipstick on that complimented her skin tone perfectly. Fuckin hell, why do we have to go out tonight. I wanted to show her the 'secret' room I built for her. Fuck, I wanted to use that room tonight. Maybe when we come back?
I run my hands up her legs, sliding them up her skirt, and resting them on her thighs. Her playful smile soon turns into a seductive one, biting her lip softly as she begins running her hands through my hair.
Fuck my dick gets so hard when she does that.
"Ready to go?" She says, leaning her face toward mine as her lips brush against mine.
"I'm ready," I say, gripping her thighs tighter. "But I'd much rather fuck your endlessly," I smirk, moving my hands up to her ass.
She takes my hands, and pulls it away. Out of her skirt.
"Keep your hands to yourself Costa," she says, looking at me... tempting me to keep my word to fuck the shit out of her.
"Fuck mama," I mumble, standing up from the armchair, and now looking down at her. "Don't fuckin play with me."
"But it's fun," she smirks, moving her fingers along my chest.
The doorbell then rings, and she heads over to the door. Mama opens the door, and I soon see Ayla walking into the front entrance. She was wearing a somewhat nice looking off the shoulder, long sleeve shirt that was blue in colour. She also wore black straight leg jeans. Her hair was down, and Nova began twirling it with her finger making Ayla's face go red almost instantly.
"I love when you keep your hair down," Nova says.
"I ought to keep it down more often then, huh Princess?" smiles Ayla, before taking a hold of Nova's hand.
"Let's go," she smiles. She then looks at me, and her face hardens with disgust. "Oh, Xavier's here."
"Hey Ayla," I say in a forced smile. "I've missed you."
Last night Ayla, and I got into a hmmm, what do ya call it... altercation. We may or may not have been throwing daggers at each other for uh... personal reasons.
