From cheater to sweet mafia (Completed)

Rewind

Chapter 28

Three weeks earlier.....

I got into the car and started driving to the directions provided. It had taken us about fifteen minutes to get to the J&E hotel.

Walking into the building, we reached the reception and checked into a room on the fifth floor. We walked towards the elevator where an elevator attendant pressed the button to open the elevator doors. With a 'ding', the doors open and we stepped in along with the attendant, pressing the button to the fifth floor.  Along came another 'ding' and the doors opened again to our floor, room 715 was the first door to appear, followed by 716, 717 and finally 718. Our room.

My first destination was the bedroom. I was exhausted and still kinda of active. The only thing that was on my mind was Amber's sweet snowflake colored body under me, just waiting to swallow me whole. Just waiting to be enthralled and pleasured. She couldn't have chosen a much better time to ruin the moment.

She followed me to the bedroom and entered right after me, closing the door behind her.

"So you still remember me, Hunter."

"How could I forget the person who took my purity." I said walking to the bed and laying down with my back.

"You also took mine amigo." She followed suit and laid down next to me, my hand under her head.

"True. The first pussy I've taken. "

"First dick I ever had. " She said. A moment of silence passed between us and I could sense that she had something to say. "Hunter?" I replied with a humming sound, "Is your ghost back by chance?"

"Yes. Yes she is."

She got up from my arm and looked me in the eye, her hand balancing her weight. "Are—are you two together— now?"

I looked her back in the eyes and answered, "You ask as though you might have fallen for me?"

I examined her expression and it told me everything that I needed. She was about to lay back down on my hand when in swift motions I shifted and moved to hover above her when her head landed on the bed.

"You have, haven't you?" She looked away and a very subtle pink rosey shade appeared on her cheeks. "And you answered as though you two are together."

"Why do you seem concerned when I made it clear that were simply sharing each other, Rachel."

"I want it to be more that just sharing each other. I want to be yours. I don't mind being second, so long as I'm yours."

I sighed, "Rachel. Rachel. Rachel. You can not be mine. I haven't let go of my past, and I won't be able to let go of such past. She is the only one who has held me captive. " I moved to sit next to her before continuing, "Find yourself a man who will love you as much as you do with me, okay. A man with a clean record, a man who will treat you right, a man who isn't in the mafia, Rachel. "

She got up and hung her head down. A moment of silence passed between her and I could see the anger, reluctance and determination pass through her brown features, within a second it all disappeared into nothingness. A blank expression laced on her features as she looked back at me. "Okay, but can we at least catch up with each other?"

I know what she meant by 'catch up with each other'. I already have a woman of my own. My own ghost. The ghost that took me and swooped me off feet seven years ago. The woman who broke my heart yet somehow reached for my soul.

I could never, I would never cheat on my ghost. Even though it would get back at her, what would it help. It would only paint me like that small dick of a boy. I could kill him if I wanted to but can't because she won't let me. A woman of forgive and forget. I prefer kill and forget.

"No, Rachel. Your smarter than that. You know very well I am a man who focuses on one thing."

"But–" I cut her off before she could finish her words, "I think it's best if we stay in separate rooms." I said getting up and walking towards the door. "I'll take you back to your place tomorrow morning." And with that I left the hotel room.

Hopefully that got through her head.
I am a once off man, I don't like repeating myself and if she ever needs me to say it again, I'll be more than happy to throw her out.

All my thoughts were cut off by 'ding' of the elevator doors opening, revealing the reception. I walked towards the receptionist and did all the arrangements for another hotel room, all the way up on the sixth floor. Walking back to the elevator, I saw something from the corner of my eye. Something silver. Shiny, being hit by the ray of mustard colored lights coming from the chandelier.

I turned to look towards such silvery object, to see a ring, a big ring. Pure silver I presume. My eyes trailed up towards the owner of the ring, moving up the man's royal blue suit, all the way to his thick neck, threatening to break the collar button of his shirt.

His cheeks chubby and filled with an uneven shade of cream white and a very light shade of pumpkin. His head had a very noticeable bald spot, could be the size of his hand. And by the looks of that wooden chair he's seated on, he could swallow it whole, he could even break the legs of such chair. He looked to be in his mid or late 40's too.

He seemed to be a business man. The fat cat type of business man. Loaded. Ugly yet loaded.

I turned back and walked towards the elevator and up to my room. I walked towards the kitchen and made myself a quick snack before going to the bedroom and tucking myself under the blankets.

Rachel really pissed me off. Really.
Taking me away from such an amazing sight of Amber under me, anticipating, waiting for me. Our first time.

All that just for a confession. I know we took each other multiple times but that doesn't mean take me away from my woman. I did tell her we shouldn't involve any other thing other than our bodies. And what did she do?

The opposite. She involved her feelings.

The night had ended and I am exhausted. I've know I was handsome but I never knew I had the ability to make a slut fall for me. That just amps up my pride and ego.

Either way, only one woman has me and no other can have the same effect she has on me.

Seductive.

Beautiful.

Perfect.

Sweet.

One of a kind.

And the perfect person to mother my children.

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Enthralled — delight or fascinate someone thoroughly engaging someone's attention completely.