Hating The Mafia King

27: Can I Do That With You?

~ RACHEL'S POV

It's been two days since we arrived in Hawaii and it's been absolutely amazing! I don't even feel like going back home, to be honest. We've been spending most of our time on the beach, but tonight we decided to switch things up and head to a club.

I just finished getting ready and I'm feeling super confident in my outfit. I went with a black chase-desire one-shoulder mini dress and paired it with some matching heels. I also styled my hair and added some ash glitter eyeshadow, nude lipstick, and a touch of mascara to complete the look.

"You look hot," Richie huskily says standing at the door. I look at him through the mirror and I respond with a smile. He smirks and the second he approaches me, he hugs me from behind and buries his head against my shoulder. "I don't think It's a good idea to let you go out wearing this outfit." He huskily says against my neck

"Why is that?" I ask

"It makes me crazy and I know letting you go out with this dress on will make others go wild." He kisses my neck as he muffles the words out

"And who said I care about others, I don't care about their stares and looks."

"Oh baby, I do, I don't want others staring at my lady." He says

Amused, I reply "Your lady huh?"

"Yeah, my lady," he smirks against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. I feel his strong hands intertwine with mine, locking our fingers together. His eyes meet mine through the mirror, and a playful smile dances across his lips. Slowly, he turns me around to face him, and I lean against the dresser, anticipation building between us.

Richie then doesn't hesitate and leans in but just as our lips are about to meet, the moment is abruptly halted by Abel's voice echoing through the room, breaking the spell we were under. "You guys coming?" he asks, standing by the door.

Richie takes a moment, his expression shifting from desire to forced politeness as he musters up a fake smile. "Just give us a second, we'll be out," he replies, his voice dripping with a hint of frustration.

As Abel nods and walks away, Richie turns to me, and I can't help but let out a giggle. The interruption was unexpected but undeniably amusing.

"Now where were we?" He smirks and leans in once again, his lips inches away from mine, but we're interrupted yet again, this time by Calista.

"Rachel, do you think this scarf goes well with my dress?" Calista asks, standing in front of the door, oblivious to our desire for a moment of privacy.

I can't help but find the situation even more comical. "Can't I have a little privacy with my fiancé?" Richie mutters, a playful pout forming on his lips.

"I don't think so." I chuckle as I walk past him and approach Calista, assuring her that the scarf looks absolutely stunning with her dress.

I turn to look at Richie and I wink at him before walking out of the room with Calista. I head to the car and wait for Richie to come but he's taking longer than usual.

I wait for a couple of minutes but realizing that he's late, I decide to go look for him. I step out of the car and as I make my way through the parking garage, I hear voices echoing from across the floor. Curiosity piqued, I follow the sound and find Richie engaged in a conversation with a fair-haired man.