*my former author name is on the cover, but I can't change it on this template anymore and I like the cover to much*
"𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝"
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It is in the middle of the afternoon as I am picked up by my driver and my mate -Elijah, the hacker of my mafia-. I tell my driver to go to town, because I want a coffee. Normally someone else would get it for me instead I go myself to get coffee.
Today I wanted to get out of the house, out of my office and go get some air. People always stair at me when they see my limousine, yea fuck them, I earn money to afford it, don't look so stunned. They don't have any respect to others or me in fact , they just look at you like you are a object, it's uncomfortable even for a mafia boss.
When we get there, I get out and search a close cafe for a good coffee. When I found one and walked in; the place went dead silent. Yes they all know me. They all know the mafia boss, well not all of them, but most of the women know. Why? True answer? Sex.
People always say women aren't the problem men are. Are we? Yes I do have a high high high libido, but do I play others to just get money and sex? No not that type. I do have a lot of sex, but that's because of my libido, the women I fuck aren't searching for relationships well some of them, after a bad or good fuck I casually throw them out. Am I looking for a relationship?
Am I?
Maybe yes. I am almost fucking twenty-three, and I am still a mafia boss, I can be killed tomorrow at six in the morning, and I never had a decent relationship. Only one-night stands or just a lot of sex in one night.
Women come here, for my dick, my creditcard and my friends for a three some. After a week? They leave. Fucking gold diggers. One think I dearly hate with my soul that I don't have are gold diggers.
When I order my large black coffee the girl who is behind the cash register - who looks sixteen - winks at me like the slut she is. Does she have a boyfriend? Probably. Does she care? No she doesn't in any way possible. Why? Because he will never find out.
I always got home schooled, I never had the high school experience. I don't know if it would be a good one though.
I would be the badboy, the girls fucker, I would even fuck boys if they were hot. Not gay! And not bisexual! Just a experience I never experienced.
I get my coffee as I pay for it. I walk out of the door when I walk in to someone. Luckily I didn't spill my coffee, I glanced over at the person in front of me.
As I noticed earphones in her ear. Her chartreuse eyes and espresso, chestnut brownish hair mix really well with some freckles on her nose who fade out on her cheeks.
I smirk as I get into my car. I feel her eyes watching me. I look behind as her mouth is switching and she's thinking, or it looks like she is.
