Fallen For A Mafia Boss: The Story Of Michael And Zyan: Book 3

♡Only in Catalina♡

Michael's Point of View:

The table was set, and the wine was cold and crisp. I curated a beautiful spread of shrimp appetizers and lobster tortellini in a garlic reduction alongside steamed broccoli soft enough to chew but firm enough to bite.

For dessert, I baked for this woman. I never baked for any woman except my mother. The dish of choice, tiramisu, a perfect dish for a perfect angel I get to dine with. I sat at the table surrounded by roses, basked by candlelight, watching the woman of my every thought enjoy food I made with my own hands. It was like I was touching her so deep, and I haven't even been to third base yet.

"Are you enjoying the food?" I asked her as I ate my meal, which felt mediocre going down my throat, but for her, I hope she felt my heartbeat in the food I made.

"It tastes amazing, thank you. When did you have time to learn how to cook between your many sexcapades and adventures?" She asked me with a joking tone, and I smiled.

"During my junior and senior year of high school, staying home with my mother while I remained dateless. I had to pick up a skill with all my unused time. If I'm honest, I didn't start my many sexcapades until college, my second year at that." I say, smirking at her banter.

"Hm, too bad we didn't date then, before that part of your life seeped in." She says, and I sigh.

"Well, you were boo'd up last time I had checked." I say remembering her being with the derelict that her sister is marrying.

"You checked for me?" She asked, and I smiled.

"No, sorry to burst your bubble. That information came free to me by way of my mother, and I didn't ask for it either. I didn't start checking for you until your father's party. Man, I must have been blind when we were growing up." I say to her as I admire her features.

Beautiful brown eyes, soft lips, supple cheekbones, black hair pulled up into an updo bun, diamond earrings in her ears. Rounded shoulders, a delicate and begging neck and collarbone. Cleavage is just barely peeking out from its safe resting place.

I wanted her so bad at that moment, and I knew I could have her. But the chase is what enticed me, the fact she won't give in willingly. I wanted to drive her insane like she has driven me. I want to starve her of my pleasure so when I do give it to her, she will beg for laps of my deliverance.

"Must have been." She says, and I compose myself as I could have gripped her by how she slyly bit her lip and looked me up and down.

"I have dessert if you have any room left." I safely changed the topic as I needed to hold off from ripping this woman into two.

"I will always have room for you and your creations, Michael." She taunts me like a mastermind, testing me and my patience as well as my ability to not waiver.

"Be careful, over-indulgence of me, and my creations will have you sucking your thumb in confusion and enjoying a sweet satisfaction that is bottomless." I say, adding fuel to her fire and enjoying her chaos as she smirked.

I could tell she was holding back and trying to get under my skin. But I won't waiver, I will prove to her I am deserving of her and her heart.

"What's for dessert?" She asked, and I smirked.

"Tiramisu, hope you like it." I say rising from the table to get the dessert from the fridge.

"Could you give me a taste?" She said as she stood behind me. She followed me into the kitchen. The heat and chemistry rose between us, and I could pin her to that counter-top and fuck her for the duration of our trip.