Made for the mafia

Part 10- Hot dayum.

Zoey's POV

I struggled against the strong grip, my knees bucking and trashing when I felt a mouth grazing my earlobe.

I stiffened as the mouth neared my ear, my heart thumping painfully against my ribcage as I waited for the final words before I met my inevitable doom.

"You have no awareness about your surroundings do you Zoey?" an ice cold voice I was slowly getting accustomed to whispered.

I relaxed slightly, giving him the notion that I'd given up trying to get free of his iron grasp.

He relaxed his hold by a millimetre, but that was enough for me to spring into action.

I thrust my elbow backward catching him on his ribs, and I brought my foot down hard on top of his.

He cursed, and tried to grab hold of me, but I had already surged forward out of his hold, turning around with a triumphant look in my eyes.

His face lacked expression as usual, but his emerald eyes sparkled with something akin to... amusement?

Before I could fully understand what was going on, he had moved across the space separating us and had pinned me against the adjacent wall, my wrists held by his hand above my head.

I gasped at how close we were standing to each other, no scratch that, there was literally no space between the two of us.

I could feel his hard muscles through his suit, every inch pressed against my softness, as his chest moved with each breath of his. Suddenly, I felt super aware of all the noises in the room, starting from the irregular beat of my heart to his every breath.

"You really thought you could outsmart me?" He whispered into my ear menacingly, his voice ice cold.

I looked up, and my eyes met his piercing green orbs, so deep, so intense.

He held my gaze for about a minute before letting my wrists go, which I had completely forgotten about.

I rubbed the sore skin while he walked towards the door, before pausing and slightly turning his head to face me.

"Drake" he said before leaving the room.

I knew exactly what he was talking about.
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The boss

What the hell is wrong with me?

I sighed with frustration and ran a hand through my hair as I strode towards my room.

The scene from earlier flashed through my head, and I gritted my teeth, putting all my will power into forgetting that it ever happened.

That woman is doing my head in.

She is so fucking stubborn. So resilient.

And it was messing with my head.

That moment when I pinned her against the wall, I knew that I needed to move away and get the fuck out of the room.

But my traitorous body refused to move even an inch and my stupid brain kept conjuring unhealthy images which I kept squashing down with all my might.

And when I met her uncertain gaze, her amber eyes searching my own, I felt myself drowning.

Fuck.

I suddenly snapped out of my thoughts as I reached my room, my eyes landing on a figure laid out over my bed.

Jessica stood up slowly, and stretched like a cat before prowling over to me.

As soon as she reached me, she didn't hesitate to get into business, which if I recall correctly I hadn't requested for.

"Let's get down to the fun part shall we?" she purred into my ear, as she nibbled on it.

What is she, a cannibal?

I so desperate wanted to kick her out of my room and get some much needed sleep, but she would start haunting my thoughts again.

So instead I smirked at Jessica and took control over the situation, my mouth greedily devouring hers, her sickly sweet scent washing over my senses.

I didn't care about what I was doing because right here, right now in the confines of my room I needed to forget.

I needed a distraction.
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Is it just me or did it just get hot in here hmm? What's up with Zoey and ze boss?

Ooh he finally told her his name!

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Shru.