Confessions of a Mafia

Chapter Eight

Freen

"Yes, babe! There. Ahhh. Ahhh. Oh, you're so good at this!" The redhead woman cries out in sheer pleasure as she grabs the white sheet of the couch on which her glistening naked body lies.

"Here?"

"Oh yeah, there baby. Hit me faster. Ohhh... ahhh..." Her loud moans infiltrated my ears, making me swallowed.

"You like it rough huh!"

"Yes. Yes. Yes. Baby, I'm coming! Ahhhh."

The wet sound of the two heated bodies clashing against each other nonstop coupled with the loud creaking sound of the sofa as it pounds hard in the wall back and forth rendered me burning with fire.

Flower vase with white roses.

Empty glasses of wine.

Or better yet, the bottle of wine.

However, the knife's sharp edge is very dazzling in my eyes at this moment, calling much attention. It's placed near the untouched chocolate cake.

Or you can use your nine millimetre pistol to end this insanity. My mind butts in.

But that would be too easy and boring for my own taste. I argued internally.

"Oh sh*t, who the hell are you?" The woman exclaimed when her eyes returned at their rightful place from rolling at the back of her head. Her eyes which were closed minutes back are now widely open in utter shock and embarrassment. For the first time, she noticed me standing meters away from where they are laying flat on the poor couch. I almost thought that the woman was blind. I entered in the room for quite some time now.

The equally naked man finally turned his head to look at me. His sweaty back and bottom are disgustingly displayed in my sight. Unlike the woman, his eyes narrowed. Then, he smiled smugly.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of having you visit me in this wee hour?" He asked, getting up from the couch. Leaving his well built body fully viewable as he faced me. He stood tall and proud.

"Who is she?" The redhead asked irritatedly as she search for her scattered clothes while the man picked up his phone on the table and dialled someone.

"Jeff, come here at the play room." He spoke commandingly over the phone then hang up.

The door suddenly opened and came in Jeff sporting a black business suit — one of his men.

"Take this woman back to her hotel." Was his brief order.

"Noted Sir."

"Wait, what?" Came the woman's confused reaction. She's now dressed. Boy, that was fast.

"I'll call you tomorrow." Was his response to the woman and gave the latter a quick peck on her crimson painted lips.

No. He will not. I'll bet his seven inches d*ck on this woman — that he doesn't even remember your name.

"Oh, please. I'm not done with you yet." The woman cooed and batted her fake eyelashes at him placing both her hands around his shoulders.

Maybe you aren't, but he is already done with you. What a shame for such a beautiful lady like you.

"Of course!" The man replied and grabbed her wrists then placed them on her sides. The woman pouting in return. It wasn't cute at all. "Jeff!" He added, signalling him to whisk away the woman already.

"Another celebrity model?" I asked feigning interest after Jeff ushered the woman out of the room.

"Yeah, an easy bitch." Was his curt reply. I crossed my arms as I sized him up to which he chuckled darkly.