Her Permanent Vacation with the Mafia

Ada POV

“Let me serve you master.”

So… if I was sober, I would have realized that the woman kneeling on the floor, palms up, sitting on her shins with her head down, meant it as in a BDSM type scene thing...

But seeing that I was extremely drunk and this was the hallway to the bathroom… I was not thinking clearly. Was not functioning clearly and so didn’t react in a nice manner…

So… My drunken brain went to laughing hysterically. Fully on belly laughing, holding the wall as I unceremoniously probably humiliated this poor woman.

Normally, I completely respect everyone’s choices. I don’t think I could do the full BDSM thing, but there are some things that perk my interest.

I’ve watched ‘the’ movies. We all know them, and there were certain parts that are hot… but master… no. Sir… ummm… I don’t know if I can give over that much control and the whole vulnerability on my knees like that...

I looked at the woman with my blurry eyes. She was a button of a thing that needed a good pasta, which was hilarious since we were in Sicily with the best pasta and pizza in the world!

Yeah, I said it!

And that also made me laugh more… I’m so glad I already went to the toilet or I would have peed myself by now.

Actually, do I need to pee again? I feel like I’m going to pee myself from laughing so hard.

Don’t pee myself. Don’t pee myself.

I had just come out of the bathroom of one of the night spots after WAY too much wine… like at least 5 glasses too many.

Can you blame me though?

My boyfriend, no, EX-boyfriend, and I were supposed to be on a romantic vacation. MEANT to be.

It was MEANT to be our first vacation together, just the two of us, for our one-year anniversary.

And guess who just happens to show up as well?

The ‘best friend’. Yes, the fucking ‘best friend’, Alicia.

No, we were not and never would be in a thruple or whatever with that bitch! Not happening, no way. This was meant to be our vacation.

Alicia, who was SUPPOSEDLY already on a trip to Italy and just HAPPENED to appear on the second day of our trip. She just happened to remember that we were going to be here and thought she would surprise us…

That was very nice of her, wasn’t it…!!!??

So nice, that Paul and I ended up in a screaming match about boundaries and whether she was a best friend or a whore… I might have got a bit carried away due to anger and called her that rather than anything nicer, like mistress.

Seriously, can you blame me?

I had already told him there were boundary issues that I wasn’t happy about. He kept reassuring me and did put space between them… yeah, that seemed to go really well.

“Master? Master?” I continued to embarrassingly laugh like a hyena still at the woman kneeling on the hard floor. “Men are DOGSSSSSSS and don’t deserve to be called masterrrrr. Get off your kneesssss and respect yourselffffff.” I slurred.

So… my drunken rage was coming out and now aimed at this poor girl as I still hadn’t clued in to what was happening. My brain was left somewhere in the bottom of a bottle of wine back at my table, lonely, only for one, table.

Once again, to be fair, I had a lot to drink, and we were in the hallway in front of the bathrooms in a public place. Please don’t judge me, I’ll do enough of it later.

The woman completely ignores me, fair! But that really must hurt her knees. Doesn’t it hurt her knees?

So, I asked her. “Aren’t your knees hurting? Or your legssss?” Still slurring worse than a drunken sailor.

I wobble a bit as I try to push off the wall… nope back to leaning against the wall as I watch the woman in confusion.

Also, completely oblivious to the man leaning against the wall just a meter away from me.

It’s too dark to really see him anyway, and I’m getting angrier at this woman for being on the ground, even if it is absolutely none of my business.

Completely and utterly none of my drunken ass business.

Do you know what is my business? Not this, but I’m too drunk and now totally invested, so this poor woman is going to have to deal with my annoying fat ass.

It took a moment… before I realized there was suddenly a large hand wrapping around my neck… where that came from... I had no idea…

My eyes snapped up to see the arm was attached to a man, smirking at me… a lopsided, also drunk smirk.

How the hell did I not notice him until now?

That would be because everything was getting more and more fuzzy even if he was at least six three or something… could even be five.

Should I ask?

I tried to focus on him and holy hot man, hello… my blurry eyes finally cleared enough to check the goods… before I registered again that there was a hand around my neck, not tight, but still around my neck…

I pushed the hand away and stumbled back… but still leaning against the wall, a lovely stable wall. Otherwise I would be on the ground too and not in a good way.

He let me swat his hand away as his smirk turned into a full grin.

And what a grin it was!

From what I could see he was hot with the dark short hair that seemed to be sticking in every direction… or is it that way because I’m seeing nearly two of him? Anyway, dark eyes, clean-shaven with cheekbones I wanted to touch to see if they were real and that smile… hot.

Are his teeth really that perfect? Can I touch them to see if they are real as well?

Did I say he was hot yet? Even though he did have his hand around my throat a second ago. Wait! Why did he have his hand around my throat?

“What’re youuuuu doing?” I finally fumble out.

He says something in Italian as he stumbles the last few inches towards me.

Annnnndddd, that had me laughing again. He was as bad as me.

Drunk idiots together!!! Yay!!

“Ah, you drank too much too!” I giggle and hiccup.

Yep, was waiting for the hiccups, and now they arrive… as there was suddenly a mouth on mine.

An arm wraps around my waist as another one slams into the wall behind me… making me giggle and hiccup again, but this time into his mouth.

I couldn’t help it though, he nearly fell over as he went to kiss me.

Classic!

He didn’t seem to care as he used the opportunity to thrust his tongue into my mouth.

He tasted like… whiskey… or something… but I didn’t care as I tried to pull him closer and kissed him back.

“Shove you and your ‘friendship’ up your ass.” I did the quote signals with my fingers. “I’m done. I’m a fucking idiot not to see she’s your whore on the side.” I’d screamed at Paul earlier… so… I was now technically single to enjoy myself.

This was not cheating because I’d said I was done.

This sloppy, hot, drunken kiss was not cheating.

I’d grabbed my shoes and bag and stormed out with Paul, my ex, screaming after me that I was being a ‘psycho’.

Well, the hot guy didn’t think I was… he thought I was yummy by the way he was devouring my mouth. I was struggling to keep up until he ripped his mouth away and started to pull me with him as we stumbled in the opposite direction of the bar.

My giggles and hiccups in full swing as we both struggled to walk in a straight line and were practically holding each other up.