Chapter 1 A blow to my ego

"Are you being serious, right now?"

Drake's voice boomed across the duplex as he had a heated argument with his father. Morris .

He hated the words coming out of his father's mouth. He was visibly angry, his eyebrows furrowed.

Trying to calm down, he rubbed his templates and took deep breaths.

"Dad,look, I'm a lord now. I'm capable of making my own damn decisions. I already have tons of ladies at my neck and call"

His voice was calmer, yet sprinkled with a pang of frustration.

Morris shook his head slowly. His face evident of indifference. In a cold tone, his father spoke.

" Just because you are the leader of an elite Mafia doesn't mean you are capable of thinking right"

Morris stroked his beard and continued in an even tone.

" For Christ's sake, don't be so stupid, Drake. The blind date is tomorrow. Either you act like a smart person or leave the elites. The choice is yours"

With that, Morris stood up and made for the door. His steps casual. As he was about to leave , he said in a soft tone,

"Do not fail me, Drake "

Drake watched him leave in silence. His anger, subsiding. Of course, he didn't want to disappoint his father, but he could not stoop as low as to marry a poor girl who might never even satisfy him in any way.

Perplexed and disturbed , he took a walk on the cold streets of Brooklyn. His entourage trailing behind him like a flock of sheep.

Drake walked majestic. His head held up high as though he was the most important and relevant person on earth. That's what he thought. Ever so proud.

As he walked in long strides, female seductive eyes scaled his muscular frame. He exchanged glances with a few ladies occasionally, giving them smirks and winks.

While he adjusted his coat , a young lady bumped into him. Drake looked at her and was awestruck.

Her curves , natural. She was big breasted, her hips wide and her waist small. The perfect hourglass.

Her face gleaned with youthful shimmers. Her emerald eyes glowing in the sun, despite the cold weather.

Drake grinned and adjusted his coat. Never had he seen such beauty. He was about to speak, when the lady interrupted.

"Are you blind? You nearly knacked me over"

Drake smiled. This was not the first time a lady snapped at him.

"I'm sorry, my love. I was distracted by your glow'.

Drake smirked seductively at the lady. Her face transitioned to a frown. He continued.

"Let's start over"

Drake, looking at her rich , stylish clothes assumed she was a prostitute. With that thought in mind , he placed his hand on her lower back.

Wham!

The sound came immediately. Drake was red in the face as a faint hand print was plastered on his right cheek. He got angry, the entourage watching

'You foolish shut! Have you lost your..."

In an instant, another slap came crashing down on his face. The lady flared up.

'Boy, you did not just call me a slot! Do I look like your flipping mother?"

Drake was about to hit her, but was held back by his entourage. Carefully, they led him back to his solid gold mansion.

The next day, Drake was still pissed off greatly at the lady's reaction.

He got in his slick, black sports car and drove steadily to the luxury restaurant.

Drake sat at a table , waiting for the lady that he was expected to marry . Then a woman walked to the table and sat down,

.

Drake's eyes widened in shock.