Chapter 4

I felt like a hung-over haggard Cinderella wannabe as I stumbled out of the opulent lobby with my head down.

You know the type of Cinderella you see in a low-budget Z Grade Indi film. Where the writer and producer were stoned and wanted to do something ‘groundbreaking’ and Cinderella ends up a raccoon hybrid pretending to be a human that ended up at a sex party.

So yeah, what I’m saying is, I look classy as hell in my walk of shame… except mine was a shuffle as my poor nether region was a bit sore.

Oh… not good.

Stomach, not good.

Body, not good.

Life, not good.

I can’t believe I did that!

I had a one-night stand… go me? No… I don’t know.

There is nothing wrong with it, I’ve just never done it before and am not sure how I feel about it all right now.

I must have looked lost as the lovely doorman called me back after I stood on the sidewalk for a moment trying to get my brain to help me with what to do.

He said something in Italian and I gave him a weak smile. “Sorry, English?”

He gave me a warm smile. “Ma’am, you need help?”

Yeah, can you fix my life? Oh, and take away my splitting headache? That would be great.

“Ummm… do you know any hotels that would be open at this hour? Or B&B?” Or a miracle since the sun hadn’t come up yet?

He surprisingly nodded and ushered me back inside as he made a call on his phone. “Wait here please.”

“Thank you!” I gingerly sat down on the edge of a plush chair as the room was starting to spin.

Not long after, another man appeared. In the same official looking suit but looked a lot scarier, even if he was trying to give me a warm smile… trying.

He assured me everything would be alight and took me across the road to another multi-storey building. A woman was waiting in the lobby with a professional smile.

She scanned my ID at the reception desk before taking me up to a small first-floor one-bedroom apartment. Reception didn’t open until nine and will process my credit card then.

Everyone here really was so lovely.

I went straight to the kitchenette and was so happy to find bottles of water in the fridge. I grabbed one, wobbled into the bedroom and collapsed for a few hours.

Maybe it was a warped sleeping beauty movie, not a Cinderella, but still with the Racoon hybrid. I know I looked a mess and everyone was just being nice by not recoiling and hissing at me.

I awoke to my phone vibrating beside my head… again.

Why can’t I just die of alcohol poisoning in peace?

Groaning, I knew I needed to answer it if it was Paul. Yep, it was Paul the cheating asshole. My phone had hardly stopped, but I had just ignored it.

I had been missing for a few hours in his eyes and just because he is a cheating, lying asshole, doesn’t mean I should be an asshole right now.

“I’m safe. I have a hotel room. We are over, and I will call you later to come and get my stuff. Over and out the psycho.” I said in the most unsexy voice in the world before hanging up.

He didn’t get a word in and wasn’t going to. He lost that right.

He was just lucky I didn’t scream into the phone ‘fuck off’. There were thoughts… but it would hurt my head more than his. Although, I was supposedly the ‘psycho’.

The psycho…

I’m the psycho one for being angry that his ‘best friend’ invited herself on our vacation.

I’m the psycho one for thinking there is more going on.

I’m the psycho one…

I have male friends. Very good friends. I have always had male friends, best friends, because I find a lot of women just plain bitches. I don’t like gossip unless it’s a good old conspiracy theory about the government, flat earth or aliens. Like who doesn’t???

I just don’t put the tin foil hat on. I just listen and giggle and let my imagination go 'what if'? Then laugh at myself.

But my best friends are just that, friends. There are no inappropriate comments. There are only a few funny memes a week.

They only know a little about my relationship with Paul, as they don’t need to know about our sex life. And we only catch up occasionally, so not when I’m supposed to be on a date night, or romantic vacation.

I have never once walked out without a top on to see if my bra looks good… yep! That happened.

I have never once asked them what their favorite position in bed is. Again, that happened.

Oh, the list goes on and on and on.

But silly me, it was all just normal. I'm the psycho who took it out of context, especially that last one because 'she was just drunk'.

I really liked Paul. I had fallen in love with him and thought that he would realize one day and choose me. He would put in boundaries and choose me.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Was I seriously that desperate for a relationship that I put up with it for a year?

Was I really that blind and naive to think it would get better?

It seems a screaming yes. Yes, I am desperate, blind and stupid.

My head hurts… Drinking more water, I then passed out again trying to ignore the spinning room.

I can be psycho again later.

Dario POV

“I was fucking drugged.” I groaned into the phone before finishing the water bottle.

“WHAT THE FUCK? WHERE ARE YOU?” Leo, my cousin screams into the phone.

“At the apartment.”

“We’re on the way.”

Dropping the phone back on the bed, I surveyed the room.

I can finally see it clearly as I once again have a fucking boner. It had enough fucking action last night. Fucker needs to go down. It’s not getting any more action no matter how much it aches.

The bed is messed up with more than a few wet spots reminding me of my desperation to fuck. Fuck. And fuck!

Viola. That bitch will be dead by dinner time. The vague memory of her kneeling on the ground saying something about ‘master’.

I’ve trained as a dominant and like to play a bit, but I’m a selfish fuck. I don’t always have the patience for the after-care, or them getting their pleasure first .

And all I wanted to do last night was just fuck, not play.

Viola’s invitation was for play and, thank fuck I still had enough brain cells firing to know something wasn’t right. Right on cue, a woman with tits that I wanted to see bounce in my face appeared like a curvy siren.

Her fire and her attitude towards Viola, telling her to have some respect for herself, had my dick extra hard. I didn’t think, I lunged for her and then got to play with those tits as I fucked her until she disappeared.

I slowly got out of bed and took a quick shower before Leo and the others arrived.

Leonardo, known mostly as Leo, and Landon, his older brother, are my cousins from my father’s side. They are also the heads of the Italian Mafia.

As you can guess, no one messes with them, or their family.

“Tell me everything as doc looks you over.” He demands, needing to know if there’s a threat as he storms in.

I sat down, letting the doc start his checks, take some blood, and interrupt on briefly to ask a few questions. I even had to fucking pee in a cup.

All the while I couldn't stop thinking about those curves...