The main character, Jazmyn, seeking attention, sleeps with her husband's enemy on a fluke, a married mafia don, after meeting him at a gala. Upset by his lack of acknowledgment afterward, she storms off. He attempts to apologize with an expensive pi...
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I leaned infront of my g wagon with my hands clamped together as I saw her Mercedes speeding down the road.
I smirked, satisfied that she followed my orders.
She parked her car infront of me and quickly got out the car.
I licked my lips as she stormed over towards me making me grab onto her neck and smash my lips onto hers as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
With my free hand I grabbed the back of her hair and deepened our kiss before pulling away. "Jaz. I'm deeply sorry babygirl. Let me treat you right-"
"You have a wife-"
"Don't pull that card on me when you have a husband. You fucking love it over here because if you didn't you wouldn't have came. Ain't that right baby?" I licked my lips as she looked away but I gently took her chin and forced her to look at me.
"Ain't that right baby." I repeated myself as I stared down at her. She chewed on her cheeks with low eyes as she stared up at me.
I stared back down at her before picking her up and holding onto her tightly as she wrapped her legs around my waist.
"Let me try again? Please." I whispered and she hummed before shrugging. "I need some time however." The left side of her lips curled up, "you cannot call me like that anymore. Now I have to actually throw him a birthday party." She said, dropping her smirk and jumped out my hold.
I tucked my hands into my pocket and crossed one leg infront of the other one as I stared down at her.
"I can plan it. You just make sure you situate his gifts." I said as she laughed towards the end making me tilt my head.
"I am his gift." She scoffed, "he doesn't deserve nearly half the stuff I give him." She pointed to her figure making me slowly look her down to up before licking my lips.
"Your right on that-"
"Neither do you." She pointed at me and my eyebrows raised, "I don't?" I tilted my head and she nodded her head mimicking my head tilt.
I flashed a smile and approached her, "Look me in my eyes and tell me I don't deserve you." I whispered and took ahold of her neck, my index finger gliding over her plump glossed lips that tasted like vanilla.
She slowly wrapped her lips around my index finger before pulling away and standing on her tippy toes, "you don't deserve this nor you cannot control this." She looked up at me before walking away.
I walked behind her and just as she was about to open her door I slammed the door and pressed against her, placing my hands ontop of her hood trapping her in between my arms.
I moved her hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck making her gasp out. I grabbed her hands and pulled them back in a handcuff motion and forced her to walk towards the hood of her car.
I then bent her down and grabbed her hair with my left hand slightly pulling back. "I can't control this?" I gritted as she bit her bottom lip.
"Now if I really wanted to I could have blew your back out right here, right now. Leaving your legs weak, leaving you craving for more..." I licked my lips and latched my mouth onto the side of her neck before continuing, "I can leave you crazy over what's in my pants." I whispered and she smiled.
"Me crazy over what's in your pants? Please, you're already crazy over me. Look how you have me... bound over my hood. You tell me you aren't crazy over me Mr. DeLaRocca?" She teased making me press against her more knowing she's right.
I let her go and she turned around and patted my chest, "his birthday is 3 days. I expect it to turn out good."
