UNDENIABLE ATTRACTION (Falling For A Mafia Lord)

"Come here you little weasel." his deep voice roars in anger.

Tears run down my eyes as I wrap my arms around my knees, rocking myself back and forth in the tiny closet.

His foot step gets louder, the thud tells me he is climbing the stairs. I squeeze myself further into the closet, hoping to disappear.

"You little cunt, where are you?" he thunders, flinging my room door open.

My palm flies to my mouth in order to stifle my cries, my hands are trembling, the clothes in the closet are very little to cover me.

"Gotcha!!" he laughs, drawing the closet open, dragging me out.

"Let go of me!!!" I scream, throwing my little feet in the air.

He pulls my hair hard, and swings me to the other side of the room. My back crashes into the wall. Pain sears through me.

A scream tears out of my as I sob into my palms. His hand goes to his jeans to undo the belt.

"No, no, no please." I scream, jumping off my pillow. I clutch my blankie in my fingers, squeezing it tightly as I try to breathe.

My eyelids flutter open as I repeat to myself that it is all gone. I am safe now. no one can hurt me any more.

The sound of my alarm snaps me out of my pity state. My legs automatically goes over the edge of the bed as I push myself to the bathroom.

My face looks pale, my blue eyes staring right back at me emotionless. I feel numb.

Gathering my long, thick red hair into a messy bun as I rush to take a shower. I am almost late for work.

Working at a cafe isn't the best job for a graduate like me, but getting a corporate job isn't a walk in the park either.

And because I have bills to pay working at a cafe, Pretty's, will have to do until I get a better job.

Breezing past my small bedroom to the closet, I fish out simple jeans paired with a cotton top. Taking five steps to my table, I spray my cheap perfume.

I am low on cash so every single penny must be spent wisely.

My little home is nothing too much, just a small mattress on the floor, a bedside table, and a tiny closet. Even though it's small, it's still mine, and it makes me happy.

I speed out of my apartment, clumsily locking the door behind me.

"GOOD MORNING MRS FREDA!!!!" I scream as I run past her door on the ground floor.

On getting outside I am panting like a dog, because I live on the third floor. I swear to God I need to exercise more, but then it's not my fault our landlord refuses to fix the darn elevator.

Pretty's is about five blocks away so I refuse to spend a penny on transport.

I run faster once I am outside, yelling greetings to different neighbours as I pass. The wind sweeps my hair behind me as my short legs try to run faster than they can.

I fling the door to the cafe open, the bell above the door gingling.

"Welcome Mia. Just in time again." Theresa, my co-worker slash friend, shakes her head at me, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Oh well, you know me." I shrug, smiling back as I make my way to the staff room.

When I am done changing, and cleaning I head back to the counter, perching my little ass on a stool as I watch Theresa take orders.

"Have you found a job yet?" she asks, glancing briefly at me.

"Nopee. All the interviews I went for, the stupid bosses wanted to have sex with me first." I frown, thinking back to my last interview.

The old disgusting pig tried to touch me. I gave him a hot slap, and scattered all his files leading me to be thrown out by security.

Sigh.

What kind of world do we live in? Can't get a decent job if you don't spread your legs huh?

"Maybe you should really consider them huh?" she giggles, wiggling her eyebrows at me.

I laugh hard, almost rolling on the floor.

"I am not about to let those old hags have sex with me." I shake my head, literally gagging at the thought.

"Hmm, maybe you can let me have sex with your fine ass." a deep voice growls.

I snap my head to see a guy, I don't even bother to stare at him.

"Don't bother." I grit out, clenching my fist.

"Don't be stingy, that pussy was given to you for free eh." he laughs at his own words.

My veins are almost popping out of my neck at how angry I am right now. Taking deep breaths, I walk over to Theresa.

He smiles when he sees me making his order. I make sure it's extra hot.

When his coffee is brewed, placing it on a tray I head towards him.

I purposely stumble on my foot, pouring the whole content on his body.

"Ahhhh!!!" his screams are like music to my ears, but I can't let him know that.

"Oh my goodness! I am so sorry, I tripped." I plead, faking a sincere face.

He glares at me, and storms out. My lips stretch into a small smile.

"That was really brave of you." another voice says.

I stare up to look at him. His deep brown eyes are the first thing that catches my attention, his hair gelled to the back, he should be over six feet or more with how tall he towers over me.

"Umm thanks." I stutter, tearing my gaze away from his.

"Sorry. I couldn't help, but overhear that you needed a job." he says, hands placed firmly under his chest.

I could only nod. This man left me speechless, he oozes authority.

His left hand goes into the suit pocket, pulling out a card he hands it to me, and says, "We are hiring at G&A Tech. The interview takes place on Monday."

"And rest assured no one will ask for your body." he adds, taking his coffee from Theresa then walks out.

He is gone before I can fully register what the hell just happened. I squeal in excitement as I jump up and down.

"I need my order please." a customer snaps, shaking me out of my squabble.

After work I headed to a store, and got some work outfit for the interview. Quickly exiting the store with my hands full, I start my journey home.

It's already late, and everywhere is dark considering the amount of hours I spent in that store.

I turn to a lone alley that leads faster to my house. Humming to myself as I move, my shopping bags clutched in both my palms.

I hear a scream, pausing my footsteps. I carefully tuck my bags away behind a trash can.

Someone is in danger.

Quietly walking to the side, I place my bags down. Using the tip of my toes to walk further.

Lord if I die today, it's because of the good heart you gave me. I pick up a heavy wood I see laying down on the floor.

Getting to the end of the wall I peep. I clasp my hand over my mouth as a gasp tears out.

A man is lying weakly on the floor as another man towers over him with a gun.

Gripping the wood tighter, I don't think as I walk up to the gunner, and bash the wood into his head.

"How" hit "could" hit "You" hit "try" hit "and kill" hit "a person" final hit.

I am panting like a dog after hitting him six times. My eyes widened in realisation at what I had just done.

I scream, scrabbling to the man I just hit. "Sir, sir please don't die. I am so sorry." I beg, shaking his body repeatedly.

He groans.

HE IS ALIVE!!!

I jump happily, rushing to help the other man who is unconscious.

Pulling him up, I place him over my back as I drag my feet towards my house.

Getting to my room, I throw him on the mattress collapsing on top of him.

Dang it!! He is heavy. My bones ache from climbing those stairs with a man that weighs about a million pounds.

I quickly get to work stripping off his clothes, leaving him in just his boxer brief.

His abs are strong, and firm. My stomach flutters as I trace my fingers down his toned chest. His legs are firm, thighs hard.

His hair is tousled, eyebrows knit together in what I assume is pain, his lips are full, and pink, his nose pointed.

This man is so hot, the hottest I have seen in my life. I wonder what colour his eyes would be, how his touch would feel.

His body is covered in marks, bruises forming on his ribs, jaw and left eyes. His face is covered in blood.

I shake away stupid thoughts of an unconscious man, and continue to tend to his wounds.

My eyes flutter open, but a bright light makes me shut them back.

Placing my hand over my eyes to block sunlight. My body is covered in the blanket I used to cover the injured man yesterday.

The man.

I look at the mattress, but it's empty.

He is gone.

I am in an extremely good mood, but then when I am not. Humming loudly to myself, dancing around the bathroom as I brush my mouth.

Today is my interview. I have such a great feeling about this, hence the good mood.

Eventually during the day I went back to where I dropped my bag in the events of that night, I found the bag to my amazement.

Thank fuck for that. However, I haven't been able to get that man out of my mind. I kept imagining the different colour of eyes he could have.

I ended up with blue, but I guess I will never know.

The traffic isn't as horrific as I expected so I arrived a bit earlier which I obviously love because I am a time freak.

I like to use my time properly, I hate going late to anything, and everything. The day I go late for something it might as well be the end of the world.

I gaze at the gigantic building as I drop down from the taxi. It's about a twenty story building. If not more, the whole place is made of glass that I fear my clumsy ass just touching would break it.

Taking a deep breath, I crossed my fingers hoping that I left my clumsiness at home.

My prayers are not answered when I literally fucking stumbled into the sliding glass, that pushes my ass into the building.

My knees hurt from the tiles yet it doesn't deter me as I move as fast as lightning off the floor.

Still it's too late though as everyone's gaze burns holes into me wondering how I fell.

That is also a mystery even to me.

Ducking my head down to avoid more shame than what I feel, I rush to the front desk.

A snobby classic lady sits crossed leg, her mouth chewing gum so loudly it irritates my ear drums. Her face is one of disgust as she watches me approach her.

Kill me now.

Even though I want to eat her fucking eyes for staring at me like that, I still pull up my fake smile to play nice. At least until I get the job.

"Hi, good day. I am Mia–"

"I don't care what your name is. What do you need? A shower?" she physically cringes.

My eyes narrow at her. What a bitch.

Still smiling I pull up my sweetest voice just to irk her, "I am here for the interview."

She rolls her eyes, blows her bubble gum then says in the most sarcastic voice ever, "13th floor."

I scurry away quickly before I give into the temptation of bashing her head.

Storming into Pretty's, I scream just as the bell rings above me, "I GOT THE JOB BITCH!!!!"

Theresa's reaction is one of instinct, lunging over the counter she starts to scream her ass off.

I climb onto one of the chairs, shaking my butt to no music as I dance in happiness.

We are both going crazy because it's a time where customers rarely come in.

Mid afternoons are always dry so our reaction when the bell suddenly gingles is one I can't even begin to describe.

Reece, the man who gave me his card for the interview, strolls in, his hands tucked in his suit pocket.

His reaction to my ass on the floor, while Theresa looks like someone who just got electrocuted with her hair standing in every angle.

Trying to gain any resemblance of composure, I stand upright with my left palm on the nearest table while I cross my legs.

"Are you both okay?" he asks, concern laced in his voice.

It almost tugs my heart until I remembered how cruel humans are.

"Of course. Why won't we be?" I act ignorant, dismissing him with a wave.

"You look–"

Theresa is crashing into him before I can even blink, her hair wiping his face to the side, "We are good thanks, Mr handsome."

He steps away from her so slowly that you would barely notice the move, but of course Theresa notices.

"Why are you moving away?" she glares, squinting her eyes at him like a mother scolding her child.

"So... Reece what brought you here?" I question, trying to ease the tension growing between them.

He sighs, his body visibly relaxed at my intrusion. Turning his attention to me he says, "I just dropped by for coffee, and also to congratulate you on getting the job."

He smiles, stretching his hand forward. I laugh, waving his hand away before launching my body into his in a tight embrace.

"Thank you so much Reece." the sincerity in my voice is unwavering.

He slowly, but eventually wraps his arms around me, his voice rumbling through his body as he speaks. "It's a pleasure to be of help."

"Have a nice day Mia, see you at work tomorrow." he adds, and walks out without even buying his coffee.

Theresa's screams snapped me out of whatever thought I was about to have.

My voice is a bit annoyed as I shush her, "He tots likes you." she beams, like she just won a million dollars.

Rolling my eyes I choose to ignore her tantrums, and try to clean the already cleaned tables.

"He doesn't. He is just being nice." I deny, even though I suspect that he does.

"Lie. He came here just to congratulate you." she chirps, bouncing on her feet.

"No, he came to get coffe–"

"That he never bought." she cuts me off, eyeing me like I just killed her kids when she literally has none.

The rest of the day goes uneventfully, and before I know I am at work the next day excitement taking the best of me.

I rushed down to the elevator, noting that the witch at the front desk had arrived because her bag was there, but she wasn't. Something I am grateful for.

Stepping out of the elevator on the last floor which is the 36th floor. My office is located right beside the CEO's office.

I immediately pause as I stare at the gold plated label with the name 'Giovanni Anthonio' with CEO written underneath.

I just wonder what his office looks like, I know I shouldn't go in there but I am too curious not to.

After all it's only 8:00 am barely anyone is at work, not to talk of the boss.

Nothing will happen. I mean what could possibly go wrong?

I am proven wrong when everything goes wrong as I swing the door open.

The scream leaves my mouth at the sight before me, "Oh my God!!!"

My eyes are literally bulging out at the scene in front of me.

The rude bitch at the front desk is hunched over the CEO desk as he thrusts into her from behind. My feet are glued to the floor, my mouth wide open, staring blankly at them.

I recognise the CEO instantly, he is the man from the other night, the one that left without a note or thank you.

His hair is tousled, tie laced loosely around his, the white shirt he is wearing is tucked out of his pants as he pounds into her not minding my presence.

The rude bitch smirks at me as the image burns into my brain. His head snaps towards me, and I get lost in his eyes.

It's not blue as I guessed it's green. Deep green like forest trees. A scowl appears on his face, pulling out, he snaps at me.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Ummm... my–" my thoughts are jumbled up together as I try to make sense of what he says.

"I asked you a question." his voice is chill, cold. He steps in front of me, towering over my head.

His smell hit me like waves dulling my senses, he smells like wood, cigarette and coconut. I can tell he is ripped from the way he moves, flexing his muscles.

I am measly five foot five while he stood over six foot ten or so. The aura around him is intimidating, commanding authority.

"I–I am your new secretary." I squeak out, my fingers go into my mouth, biting them.

It's a bad habit of mine.

His face is neutral, no emotion passes through. He simply stared at me, trailing his eyes over my body.

A flick of disgust passes over his feature before his poker face returns.

His jaw tightens, hands clenched beside him as he spits out in anger "Get out."

I don't need to be told twice, turning around I dash out with the speed of light. Slumping my little ass in my chair inside my office.

Breathing out in relief, my palm automatically starts slapping the side of my head mulling over my stupidity.

Why? why? Why did I go into his office huh?

I slam my head on my table repeatedly trying to knock some sense into my head.

I jump at the sudden ring of the office, slowly I reach out and take the call.

"Get in here." The CEO's voice rings into my ear sending chills down my spine.

He doesn't wait for a response before hanging up. Oh my lord. I just started working here, and I am going to get fired all because of my nosiness.

Scrambling upon my seat, I rush out heading to his office which is next door.

The bitch comes out, a glare fixed on her face for me. I lower my head just to avoid her as I push the door to his office open.

My eyes automatically find his body. His chair is faced away from me, he turns in his seat staring out of the floor to ceiling window.

"Si–sir," clearing my throat so I stop stuttering like an idiot, I open my mouth to speak again, this time my voice is more confident.

"Sir, you called for me."

He twirls a pen within his fingers, still swaying from side to side but not turning to look at me. When he speaks his voice is detached, and cold.

"So you are the idiot who Reece hired," he swirls his chair again, finally turning completely to stare at me

His eyes make me want to crawl into a hole, and die. Green eyes that look dark, dull and lifeless.

Only his eyes tell me how ruthless he is, his eyes displaying no emotions like a robot he just stares.

"Don't ever step in here without me calling for you. Now take these files, sort them out, and submit them by the end of today." he barks, his frown more prominent than before.

How could he not remember me? My eyes drift to the files, and I almost faint.

There should be no less than fifty files there, I want to protest before he speaks again, "Get out or you will be fired for being useless."

My heart breaks. Taking fast strides towards him, I gather the files that are almost heavier than I am, and stumble out of his office.

I drop the file with a heavy sigh leaving my lips, my body falling onto my chair like a sack of potatoes.

Immediately I start sorting the files as requested. After several hours a knock on my door has me raising my head to shout a come in.

A guy, and a girl walk in. The girl's hair catches my eye, it's light brown, her eyes hazel. She has a petite form. Her nose pointed, lips full, and pink with legs that could go on for days.

She is an epitome of beauty,so fine I can't help the next words that slips out of my mouth, "You are so beautiful."

Her pale cheeks go pink as she ducks her hair shyly, muttering a quick thank you.

" We heard of the new secretary so we came to invite you for lunch." the guy says, stretching out his hand.

I shake his hand with a grateful smile, at least some are nice.

"That's so nice of you guys, thank you." I appreciate smiling.

"I am Jack Tumbler, and this is–"

"Rose Jeffrey." the petite girl, Rose, interrupts.

I smile, "I am Mia Neomi, lovely to meet you both. I would have to take a raincheck on that offer because Mr Antonio gave me tons of work to do." I explained sadly.

"Mr Antonio is very strict, and mean. Stay out of his way, and try your best never to offend him." Rose warns, her eyes darting around.

Tell me about it, the bastard is so hard on me. I am not the one who told him to have sex at work where he can be walked in on.

I thank them once again, waving them bye before they leave.

Once they are gone, I dive back into sorting the files ignoring my aching butt.

By the time I am done it's after eight already. My back, legs, arms everywhere aches, my fingers are numb from typing so much.

All I want to do is squeeze the life out of that stupid, egoistic, crazy maniac for making my day hell.

After sending the files to him, I head out. The whole place is empty when I leave.

The street is dark as I slowly walk to the bus top. I am so oblivious of my surroundings thinking only about the food I am yet to eat that my soul literally leaves me when an arm clasps over my mouth.

"Hey there, pretty little thing." his other arm move, pressing my boobs hard.

I thrash around, trying to break free but the person is bigger, stronger. Left with no choice I bite his hand hard until he lets go with a hiss.

My feet move fast as I run screaming out, "Help!!!".

My left foot tripped over the other, sending my body to the floor. Pain shots through me as I move back, tears burning my eyes.

He moves forward a smirk playing on his lips, "Gotcha." then he lungs at me.