Billionaire Playboy wants the Mafia Don's Ex-Wife

Romeo did not only did he take over his father's clubs and pubs but also his domineering, arrogant, and rude attitude. He doesn't even attempt to ask a girl for the night. They beg him to be his toy for the night. Well, he pays them sooo damn well so aside from his irresistible looks, he is also generous.

He takes his shower and dresses up in his usual style of rag jeans with a body con shirt and jacket, never leaving his sunglasses behind. He has a collection of them because it's part of his daily outfit.

"Acid," he calls to his most trusted Assistant and leader of his bodyguards.

"Yes, boss." He responds.

"What do we have to do today"?

"Meeting with the Rogers at 10 am and a search for a new location afterward." He said.

His meeting with Rogers was great. They were able to supply all the expensive wines he ordered and even had new ones that captured his attention. After his long day search for a new location for his new club, he finally decides to go to the closest club which is also owned by him

He arrives there with girls flirting and clinging to him as usual. He seemed to be enjoying this. The music was loud and the people were dancing like crazy. He moves expectantly, searching for a new 'fan'.

That's what he calls his whores, 'Fans'. He does not seem pleased with the ones around him, seeming he already spent some time with them. He wants a new face. He searches and easily finds one.

She was sitting in front of the counter with a glass of martini. His eyes were glued to her as she never took a sip of her drink. She was just enjoying the music, looking around and occasionally checking her phone as if expecting a call. 

Romeo's best buddy, Pluto walks in, surprised to see Romeo sitting in the club. He usually walks straight to his office with his whores following him around and betting on who he is going to pick for the night.

He looks at Romeo and intently follows his gaze which lands on a blonde girl in a red dress with four inches pencil heels. He understands without an explanation. 

"Why don't you go talk to her?" he shouted in Romeo's ears, as their words were drowned by the loud music.

"I don't talk to them. They always come to me. I am the irresistible Romeo. No woman can resist my charm and she is no different. Just watch, she will come here if she sees me," he smirked.

Pluto sits next to observe what will happen tonight. He has never seen his friend wait in his club.

Tired of waiting, Romeo calls Acid and whispers something in his ears. He walks to the counter and whispers something to the waitress. A few minutes later, the waitress sends seven glasses of Martini on a tray to the blonde woman. She looks at the waitress annoyingly. "I didn't order that."

The waitress was unmoved by her action, even though it was unexpected. Any lady would die to have Romeo buy them a glass of wine. 'Maybe, this blonde doesn't know who Romeo is.' She heaves. "Yes, but Mr. Romeo Sanchez did."

Maria was unperturbed and focused on the music. She just enjoyed watching people dance."So take it to him," she responds harshly.

The waitress began to sense trouble. "You don't understand. He ordered them for you."

Maria was getting angry at the assertion of the waitress. "So tell him I don't need them"...she yells.

"I can't," she said awkwardly. 

"Why"? Maria asked again, trying to hold back her rage.

"He will fire me if I do." The waitress confessed.

"Then, let me help you." With that said, Maria picks a sticky note from her purse and scribbles something on it before sticking it on the tray.

"Return to sender," the waitress read.

"Good, take the tray to him," Maria scoffs.

Fearing Romeo, the waitress sends the tray to Acid who looks at her annoyingly and then at the yellow sticky note. 

"Boss will not be happy with this," He murmured as he took the tray to Romeo.

Romeo whispered something in Acids' ear upon seeing the tray, making him smile as he takes the tray back to the blonde girl.

"My boss says to tell you that it's rude to reject a gift. He also says to tell you that, every girl here will be very proud to be in your shoes right now because you are his date for tonight," he smirked.

Maria lost control of her anger. "Well, you tell your boss that I am not his date." She screamed at him.

"I'm sorry but I think you should tell him yourself," he smirked.

"Where is your boss"? She asks with gritted teeth."

"Over there". He says, pointing at Romeo who smiles mischievously.

She was surprised to see a young, attractive, and handsome guy with a tan skin tone but it didn't change the fact that he took her for a prostitute, she thought, carrying the tray walks towards Romeo.

She walked slowly, one leg in front of the other to where Romeo was and she set the tray gently in front of him. She sits opposite him and crosses her legs making Romeo smile lustfully.

Romeo gives Pluto an I told you so look as he smirked, not knowing what was in store for him.

"Mr. Sanchez, I came to thank you for your unwanted gift and since you won't take no for an answer, I just thought of helping you drink these glasses of martini. So, where do we start?" she asks seductively, looking straight into his eyes without blinking, she pours the first glass of martini in his hair. Romeo froze.

"You look great", she said in a serious tone, pouring another glass of martini on his head. She stared as the liquid gradually soaked his jet black smooth hair, and began dripping down his handsome face. Romeo sat there glaring at her without a blink.  The club went dead silent at this moment and her voice became even louder without the music.

"Since you enjoy martini so much, I think you should drink more, she pouted, pouring the fourth drink in his hair. Everyone seems too shocked to move. Even the bodyguards were confused. They could not understand why Romeo stood there, watching this woman do as she pleased.

Since no one dared to stop her, she continued to pour the fifth drink. This time, Romeo's jaw clenched in a tight frown as if to stop himself from saying anything. "I think this new look suits you so much, Mr. Casanova," she teased, pouring the sixth drink. This time, Pluto yelled.

"Stop it".

She poured the seventh glass on his head, completely ignoring Pluto but this time, she changed to an angry look. Romeo sat there like a Roman statue, still without a blink. It was as if he was in a completely different world.

"So, this is my little warning to you. Next time, I will not only return your drinks this nicely. I might as well break your teeth for ruining my Me time", she ended coldly.

"I said stop it, Pluto yelled as he held her arm.

"My bad," she smirked with her eyes still glued on Romeo as she frees herself from Pluto's grip on her arm, and walks out of the door. The guards turn to block her way but immediately pull away upon making eye contact with Romeo. It's a gesture that only they understood. It was as if he woke up from a dream. He has never been this humiliated in his life.

"Well, don't be too fast to conclude next time," Pluto warned as his 'fans' came around trying to clean up the lemon slices and straw in his hair but he shoves them away and walks to his office. 

It's the only place he can think clearly. His office is soundproofed and arranged just like a living room. He has a complete sofa set with matching window blinds. There is also a bedroom with a king-size orthopedic mattress for his relaxation. He goes straight to the shower and as the warm water washed down the martini with all the straws and lemon slices, his jaw dropped to shame. He now understood the intent of what she had done to him. 

He thought about all those people in his club who feared and respected him so much including his so-called 'fans'. He felt the anger burn in his heart like the flame of a hundred candles. He just doesn't want her on a date anymore, he wants revenge.

'You will not get away with this blondie'. He says to himself. 'I will find you. And you will pay for this,' he swears to himself in anger. He gets out of the shower and yells without even drying up.

"Acid".

Acid walks in with Pluto behind him.

"Find her", find that woman, He yelled".

Acid didn't ask who. He knew that this blonde girl was in serious trouble.