*( 18+ )
Vivia, a 33-year-old woman, works in one of the Mafia's main buildings, without paying attention to the fact that she caught the boss' attention. Being the beloved events organizer she is, with a set of useful skills, she ends up in the Dev...
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I hate myself so much when I think about something so deep that my head hurts. It's awful and because I am a horrible person, I keep doing this. I check the clock before turning my head to face the road once again. The street lights brush on my face as I speed up home. It's 9 PM and the stars dance in the moonlight on the eerie black sky. Everything is peaceful and it's completely unusual for Milano. Where the heck is everyone?
I park my car in front of the imposing, sea-salt-colored mansion. I will never understand why five people need such a grand home. I got the part that they are the so-called mafia's royal family but it's still too much. I can't believe what my 20-year-old self got my present self into. Why did Dante never mention it in any contract we had? I am working for the people I am supposed to hate!
As I make my way through the labyrinth of rooms and columns dressed in a van dyke shade, some of them holding ferns, I get across his office, shocked by the mess inside. It looks like a tornado passed by. Papers on papers are sitting on the floor and the fireplace, elegant positioned underneath the bookcase, is on. I remember to shut it when I left.
I was taking a look at the papers when I heard a voice behind me which I surely didn't want to.
"What are you doing in my husband's office?"
I get up from the floor and turn around just a bit to eyeside her. The magenta haze gown she has on is breathtaking, drawing her body perfectly, and exposing her delicate curves. Her hair is in a loop, showing her expert skills in things like this. I can't keep myself from being just a little jealous. I am not as gorgeous as she is.
"Good evening, Miss Moretti! How can I help you?" I ask in a calm voice as I keep my eyes in another direction.
"Stop being a robot in the first place and second, I asked you something." Her annoying voice rings in the wide room.
I am so done with her in just a few weeks! How can Dante and Frederick suffer her? I have to control myself from shouting something like "I am looking for the idiot that made a mess in your beloved husband's office, who, spoiler, wanted to fuck me earlier on his desk in his office". I slowly turn around to face her and the way she looks at me is one I will never forget. It's like she is disgusted by me!
"I wanted to get everything in order since it seems like someone made a mess around."
"I did. I am searching for something that is none of your business. Could you please get out now?"
"I am sorry miss but I am looking for something also. I will leave as soon as I find what I need." I lied. I just want to have a look at the papers down at my feet which are written in bold letters "Divorce papers".
I get back on the floor, opening the folder just a bit but for God's sake, she has good eyes! It felt like a storm popped behind me, making me shiver quite a bit. She grabs the papers from my hands before I can have a look and opens them widely. I am unable to see what's inside but by the look on her face, I can tell it's no good.
