A MAFIA ROMANCE
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"Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off"
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The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time.
Lucien O'Rhileys lust for...
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"Oh dear she's waking up! " an annoying, loud and rambling voice filled my mind and seared through my brain, seeming to echo like a scream in an empty room.
My eyes shoot open and the bright light above me making me close my eyes immediately afterward. "Oh fuck me!" I say before covering my face and eyes with my hands.
"Miss , some Tylenol and some water" an older woman tisked, dressed in a linen pantset I assume she must be one of the housekeepers...?Hoping she isnt trying to kill me with a poisonous pill I smile take both it and the water from her.
"Thank you," I say before I put the pill on my tongue and drink down the entire glass of water. The woman looks at me with a bewildered look, eyes shifting to my face for the fire time, like I'd earned her respect and she had mine. "You're welcome madam" she nods with a small small before she makes her exit.
"Ugh...to formal. It's Kiara, call me Kiara" I groan and she smiles back slightly keeping her eyes in the ground. I've never been one to enjoy fancy shit.
Sike mama would love some sexy diamonds
A headache running wild in my brain. "Awake, finally. Only took over 16 hours of sleeping" John said as he leant against the door frame, a picture of male elegance, his bald shiny head reflecting light.
I did nothing but roll my eyes. He hadn't seen anything yet.
Turning over, my hair brushes over my face and I smell the chlorine, then i realize my clothes are still somewhat damp, my hair...
"Wait just one fucking second..." I say looking and feeling around my body. "Why am I wet, what the hell did I do?"
Both the maid and John look at me with humor and I can't help but wonder what drunk me did. "After your binge drinking in here, you jumped into the pool. Lucien had to save you from basically drowning because you blacked out in the water" he laughed and I can't help but feel relieved and very much confused.
"Sorry, but I was bored and it was right there"I sigh pulling my head into my knees. The smell of chlorine filling my nose.
"Can I shower?" I ask, and they look at each other before nodding and stepping out. Drunk me was horny, weird, reckless and usually doesn't care about what others think or say, drunk me is fun me.
My wet clothes falling to the floor as the bathroom fills with steam, clouding the mirror. I again find myself staring at my reflection. I was the 'priciest piece' the one people called beautiful the one who is now in a forced marriage with a man who has threatened to kill me more than once.
And the worst part? I haven't gotten any time to freak out about it. I wasn't sure if I should cry about it, if crying meant that I couldn't also still keep that part of me strong, hardened.
