One Shot Story's

Mr.Mafia Man

|Roslyn|

I'm arranged to be married to Alessandro Moretti in two weeks. I've never met him. Didn't care to either, but my father Viktor Petrov had announced that I would be wedded off so we can form an alliance with the Italian Mafia. So, I Roslyn Petrova would be getting married. Forcefully may I add.

As it's my last two weeks before I'm no longer a single woman my sister and my best friend have decided to take me out to the club.

As we pull up to the notorious club named after a single letter "M" it is one of the hottest clubs in upper New York.

I step out of the car, my Prada heels slap against the sidewalk as I stand. Beside me my best friend Elena Morzova looks around giddily. My older sister Katrina steps out of the car wearing a blank face. She loves to party once she has Alcohol involved.

Elena turns to me to speak, her Russian Accent protruding as she speaks , " we have to find you a hot hookup before you get married to a broody grumpy snob."

I snort loudly " I really do. I think tonight is the night to do so. I really don't think me and my soon to be husband will be having sex, so I will definitely be out of commission for a while."

"How old is he anyway?" Her eyebrows furrow " I can't find anything about him not even a single picture."

"Actually I don't know I haven't asked about him or talked to him once. He could be 50 so then sex is definitely out of question." I croak out and start laughing. Elena joins me laughing harder

I drag my gaze over to Katrina who stands there impatiently with an annoyed expression painted across her face.

I tilt my head to the entrance when she meets my gaze we began making are way inside.

Katrina makes a beeline for the bar and I follow closely behind her while Elena is already heading to the dance floor with a guy. I move up to the bar. A bartender makes his way down to me.

"Hello, gorgeous what can I get you" he shoots me a wink that makes me grin.

He's handsome but he looks to ah what's the word. soft?

"Hmm." I tap my finger on my thigh "I'll have a shot of tequila for now." I nod sure of my answer.

"Coming right up." He smiles and turns around to get me my shot.

He turns around seconds later and hands me my shot. I down it in one go and set it on the table. The delicious burn slides down my throat. I order two more shots and then make my way to the dance floor.

Hills by the weeknd is blasting through the club. My hips move on there own accord I slide my hands up over my head and into my hair.

Hands encircle my waist and I hear a deep voice lean down and whisper into my ear. "Let me dance with you,babe."

My hands encircle his neck from behind and I grind my hips pressing my ass back onto his hips.

His hands wander to the swell of breasts sweeping over with a feather light touch before he moves my hair to one side of my neck and plants open mouthed kisses on my neck.

He stops kissing my neck and leans down once more " how about we take this to one of the private rooms?" I nod eagerly and let him take my hand.

We walk up the stairs. I feel a sense that I'm being watched by someone I don't know who but it gives me a sense of unease.

He tugs me into the room. His lips immediately capture mine in a kiss. His kisses are sloppy and rushed, but Im to caught in the moment to tell him to learn how to kiss properly.