Sinful Heaven

**15- An Intimate Night to Remember

As Eleanor stepped into her apartment, the door clicking shut behind her, she felt a mix of warmth and exhilaration lingering from the evening. The soft glow of the lights cast a cozy ambiance around her space, but it was the memory of the three men and their possessive declarations that truly filled her with light.

Each peck on the lips had been electric, igniting something deep within her. She could still feel the warmth of their bodies, the intensity of their gazes, and the sweetness of their touches. The night had unfolded like a dream-intimate dinners, shared laughter, and passionate kisses that left her breathless.

But now, as she prepared for Blake's inevitable teasing, a playful grin spread across her face. She could already picture him sprawled on the couch, a knowing smirk plastered across his features, ready to poke fun at her newfound entanglements with the trio of Mafia men.

"Okay, Blake," she muttered to herself, shaking her head in amusement as she headed to the kitchen. "Let's get this over with." She poured herself a glass of water, the coolness refreshing against her flushed cheeks. The evening had been magical, but the real test would be facing Blake's playful jabs.

When she finally made her way into the living room, Blake was right where she had expected him to be. He was lounging on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV but not really watching anything. The moment he caught sight of her, he perked up, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Look who's back from her enchanted evening with the Greek gods!" he exclaimed, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he shot her an exaggerated wink. "How was it, princess? Did they sweep you off your feet and carry you away into the sunset?"

Eleanor rolled her eyes, a laugh bubbling up as she plopped down on the couch beside him. "Oh, please! You have no idea," she shot back, trying to suppress her smile. "It was just dinner."

"Just dinner?" Blake echoed, leaning closer, his grin widening. "Come on, Eleanor! You're blushing like a schoolgirl. There's no way it was just dinner when you have three Mafia leaders claiming you as theirs!"

Eleanor couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing through the cozy room. "Okay, maybe it was a little more than just dinner," she admitted, biting her lip in amusement. "They were... very intense."

"Intense, huh?" Blake leaned back, crossing his arms with a mock-serious expression. "That's one way to put it. Were they as possessive as I imagined? I bet they were practically fighting over who got to kiss you first!"

"They definitely made it clear they wanted me," Eleanor replied, her heart fluttering at the memory. "But I accepted it, Blake. I can't hide from this connection anymore. I felt something special with each of them, and I think I could love them."

Blake's eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight flashing across his face. "Wait, you're serious? You accepted them?"

"I did," Eleanor said, her voice steady but filled with emotion. "They're powerful and possessive, and it feels overwhelming, but there's a part of me that wants to embrace it. I can't deny what I feel for them."

Blake leaned closer, his excitement bubbling over. "This is huge! You're telling me you're ready to dive into a relationship with three Mafia men? That's insane... and thrilling!"

"It is," Eleanor admitted, her pulse quickening as she relived the moments they had shared. "I never thought I'd be in a situation like this, but it feels right. They each bring something different to the table, and I'm drawn to them in ways I can't explain."

"Okay, but you know it's not all fun and games, right?" Blake warned, a serious note creeping into his voice. "These guys are powerful. You need to be careful."