The Mafia King's Love

Chapter 1

Chelsea looked at herself in the full length mirror decorated in cheap gold engravements. Even she had to admit- she looked good. Better than good. Sexy.
Her black lingerie was basically a scrap of strategically placed lace. Her double D boobs were almost spilling out of her lace bra and she wore a red thong that showcased her big butt. Her dark legs ran down for miles before stopping in black heels. She had gotten her braids out last week so her hair was in pretty, short curls ending at her shoulder.
"Chelsea, hurry up. We got a few customers," Amanda, the white hoe, yelled as she popped her head into the makeup room.
Chelsea's eyebrows furrowed. The strip club was always crowded, so she didn't understand what a big deal just a few customers were. They must be important if Amanda requested Chelsea, the #1 stripper at Empire Strip Club.
Chelsea quickly hurried out of the room and onto the stage were several strip poles and even more half-naked woman were on their doing the most sexual things with their body.
That's when she spotted them at the front of the crowd. A group of delicious looking men in dark suits. They were all attractive, but perhaps the most attractive was the man in the front- who obviously was the leader. He had dark eyes and a cutting jawline that made Chelsea just want to run her finger on it just to see if her finger would be cut. She loved his brown, wild hair which just seemed to be begging to have her hands run through it. He screamed danger, but somehow that was so so sexy.
A new determination set forth in her, burning intense. She had the body of a VS model and a pretty face. What man wouldn't want her?
Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they carried her onto the stage. She outshone the rest of these fake bitches. All they ever did was try to steal her clients and make fun of her. But it was easy to see they were jealous.
Chelsea quickly got on the strip pole pushing Rebecca, the cracker weed-addict, onto her flat ass. Some people weren't blessed like her.
"Watch it Chelsea," Rebecca hissed, still on the floor.
"Fuck you, you little cracker ass. Get your weed addicted ass outta my face. You look like bird shit has sex with an old avocado and you smell like ass sweat. You suck dick at being a stripper," Chelsea replied back, confident. Usually she ignored Rebecca, but she'd had enough.
She felt all eyes on her, watching hers and Rebecca's little drama. Tears streamed down the hoe's ugly face and she ran out, sobbing. But then her six inch heels got stuck in one of the floor boards and Rebecca fell to the floor, her neck cracked.
An overwhelming feeling of sadness engulfed the beautiful Chelsea. But she was too horny to care. And she was still mad at the now-dead Rebecca for titty fucking her with an old burrito.
Chelsea got on the stripper pole and did one of her most sexiest and famous dance moves. She wrapped her legs around the pole and tweeted. Her hands were whipping and dabbing. She called this the Angel Satan.
She was staring at the leader in the dark suite and at last, he looked at her- his dark eyes growing wide. She got off the pole and strutted to him, knowing his dick was hard.
"Fuck me," she whispered into his ear seductively. Usually she only teased, but she could make an exception for this hot man.
He whispered back " Let's go somewhere.. A little more private,"
He led her to a room upstairs that she didn't even know existed.
They then had sex, but in the middle the man farted.
"Sorry, " he said to Chelsea " I had a Taco Bell bean and cheese combo this afternoon,"
Chelsea shrugged, "It's okay. Now the room smells like Taco Bell. I love Taco Bell,"
The man smiled, flashing his gorgeous white teeth.
They fucked each other.
*******
Chelsea woke up with the mans arms draped around her and their legs tangled. Clothes were thrown all over the floor, but she didn't mind.
She shook the man awake.
"How much are you paying me?" She asked, looking into his warm eyes.
Somehow, she had fallen in love with this mysterious man. But she knew he didn't love her back. If she couldn't marry him, she could at least get paid.
The man looked at her through his hooded, brown eyes that made Chelsea want to jump his bones again.
"I'm not paying you," He said
"What?" She screeched.
She was just about to whoop his ass when he replied "Chelsea, I'm in love with you. Marry me?"
She shook her head. Her heart was a magestic stallion beating hard. He loved her!
"I don't know anything about you," She murmured tracing over his cheekbones.
He grabbed her hands and kissed them " My name is Harry Styles. I'm 26 and the Mafia King of the Underground. I sell drugs and own strip clubs. In fact I own this one. My favorite holiday is 420 blaze it. I'm cold and ruthless because once in my childhood, I had to fuck someone in the ass," Harry whispered softly.
Chelsea smiled. She knew so much about him now!
"Yes I will marry you Harry Styles!"
Then Chelsea threw up on Harry.
"Did you use protection?" She questioned Harry
Harry shook his head.
"Aw fuck. I'm pregnant," she whined
Harry said "I can't raise a kid with my job. It's too dangerous,"
"No it's okay honey," she soothed Harry
"Okay," Harry agreed "Thanks for being there for me Chelsea,"
Chelsea replied with "it's what lovers do,"