Half Of The Mafia Man (COMPLETED)

Chapter 22*

Draiocht
(n.) magic; enchantment.

Willow's POV

“You can open your eyes now,” he said and I opened my eyes. I didn’t even realize that we were done kissing, he had the lips one could get lost in. And the eyes that shone with trouble he brings to the table. I looked around us and my mouth went wide looking at the mess we made.

“And now I'm covered in paint,” I stated and he sighed before walking to the corner and taking my dress, all this while his eyes rested on me.

“You just have to take off that shirt so the bigger deal should be washing your hair,” he said as if getting paint out of your hair is as easy as spelling cake, I gasped looking at him. He was acting so chilled and normal like nothing happened few minutes ago.

Maybe because this is normal for him, he used to have fuck buddies dummy.

“Let's get out of here before the boys come here,” he said and I nodded before walking with him out of the room. The plan of getting cleaned up before the boys got here didn't work out since Darius was standing in front of the office door with Bradley and two more guys.

“Were you guys painting each other or the painting board?” Darius asked and the other guys nodded and stared at me and Sean for an answer.

“I uh- We were-” I couldn't form a single sentence but one of the boys spoke up.

“Did paint fall and smear on your bodies?” Bradley asked and I looked at Sean. He groaned before answering them.

“We were painting each other. Happy?” he asked and they nodded.

“I'm gonna take a shower,” I said and walked to my bedroom. I went to the bathroom and waited for the water to warm up. A lot was on my mind as I entered the shower cubicle. Even thinking about it set my whole body on fire.

“I’ve been waiting for you,” I looked at Floyd and he smiled before taking his shirt off.

“And what are you doing?” I asked and he chuckled pulling his pants down, I was waiting for him to pull his boxers down too but he didn’t.

“Dirty minded,” he called me out and smiled at me.
“I am going to help you take the paint out of your hair,” he said and started walking inside the cubicle with me. He easily picked me up and positioned me under the shower head.

“Why are you here?” he ignored me and took the shampoo from its rag and applied it on my hair, he didn’t dare look down. I am not saying my body is hideous, cause it is not. I used to think I was too thin until Dante taught me to believe in my body and told me that it was the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.

My eyes were staring at Floyd as he washed my hair with his hands before they went down till they rested on my back and he looked at me before unclasping the bra and letting it fall to expose my boobs.

He stared at them for a second before smiling like he had won jars of Nutella.

“Maybe I came here to practice to make love,” he said and started drawing his hand over the curve one breast. He slowly stopped and looked into my eyes, he pinched my nipple and I bit my lip to stop the moan from escaping. He released my breast and brought his hand to trace my lip, pulling our the one between my teeth.