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| 32 | Lie For Me
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[ S E R A P H I N E ]One down. Zero to go. I wish.We're finally back here in his old place. All alone. No more peering eyes. No more faking smiles. No more pretending. No more audience to perform for and impress. No more lies and half-truths to rehearse. Well, for now. Tomorrow's another story.Apart from the burnt coconut apple pie, the dinner with his stepmom went smoother than we anticipated. She even said she can't wait to hang out with us again. The experience wasn't as bad as I imagined. Yet the weight of the past week is still messing with my thoughts. My peace of mind. I sink onto the couch. Another long day. I need a solid eight hours of sleep.While his keys jangle in his pocket, Dominico joins me and sits to my right, looking more exhausted after driving for almost two hours. We enjoy the silence for a moment, his eyes closed, his long legs spread open.“You okay?”“Half-dead. But, sure. I'm okay.”A giggle escapes me when he imitates a gun with his fingers and prete
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[ S E R A P H I N E ] I hope he likes redheads, too. This wig isn't even three months old, but it's already got signs of wear and tear. Some of the color has faded, and under bright lights, some sections look a pale shade of pink. But it still looks cute on camera, so I'm keeping it until the roots disintegrate. After I finish sending the last of my newest photos to my sugar daddy, my phone buzzes in my hands. I yank my mask off and gawk at the screen.It's him. Angelo. Finally, his name flashes across my notifications panel, his first message today accompanied by his usual greeting. [ Hi baby. Sorry for the late reply. Work problems since yesterday. ] Before I can start typing my response, he sends another message. [ You look so fucking hot and cute in these pics. ] [ You still like me with red hair? ] My heartbeat quickens before I can even send my reply. The funny feeling in my belly only grows as I rack my brain for something else to say. While I'm mentally organizing my next
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[ D O M I N I C O ] The next day, I leave the office around three. It's hours earlier than usual, but they'll survive without me. I'm no good to them when I'm this distracted. Anxious. Scatterbrained. I go to the gym, work out, then take a shower before I drive the Maserati to the country club with Fico in my other car trailing behind. Raindrops blur the windshield and match the tempo of my racing thoughts. I sigh and focus on the road. I navigate the curves and turns as best as I can. As best as my temper allows me. Guilt is still churning up my gut, incessantly gnawing at me like a persistent itch I can't reach. My conscience is screaming at me to stop lying to Seraphine and just tell her everything. But doing so will also jeopardize her safety in more ways than I'm willing to admit. The auditing job Enzo expects her to say yes to — it's much more than a confidential temp job. The list of risks only keeps growing every time I think about it. She's a fast learner and mentally ca
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 36 | New Opportunity
[ S E R A P H I N E] Cooking and having dinner with Dominico take about an hour and a half. Once we're done eating, a sense of relief gradually replaces the worry I've been trying to hide with smiles and little laughs. Dominico sits next to me when I stretch my legs on the couch. Although he looks tired and a bit stressed, he's still on his phone. Must be checking his emails and his news feed. We sit in silence for what feels like the longest minute before I muster the courage to strike a more serious conversation. “What's that new job offer you were saying?” I stare at him, my curiosity piqued. “Is it full-time?” “No. But it pays better than your current job.” He glances at me with a smirk. I fling him a fairly dubious look. “Urgent hiring. Double your current paycheck.” Double? Wow. I'll take the offer right now if he really thinks I can do the job, and without undergoing months of training for the role. “What's it about? Is it a temp job at your company?” “No. It's got noth
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[ S E R A P H I N E] When I arrive at the country club for my shift, I interact with my coworkers but keep my distance. I don't initiate or prolong non-work-related conversations. I'm too preoccupied with thoughts of Dominico to wear my "accommodating nice girl" mask all day. The gloomy sky casts a somber haze over the trimmed grass. The muted light filters through the half-drawn curtains while I stand beside the front desk, clutching my phone with clammy fingers. I flow through my routine on auto-pilot. I busy myself with my daily tasks until the time says two o'clock. Finally.At ten past two, I log off, clock out, then grab my purse on the bottom shelf. Before I exit the lobby, I check my notifications again. My sugar daddy is still offline, but I'm surprisingly not bothered by his silence. Angelo's text isn't the message I'm eagerly waiting for today. “The guy's busy. He's one of the big bosses. Of course he's busy,” I tell myself in my head after I nearly trip on the conc
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 38 | First Time For Everything
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “The heart often wants what it can't have.” I know because I'm speaking from experience. This time around, it's an entirely different situation. And with a completely different guy. Yet my feelings are the same. I shouldn't get my hopes up. A part of me thinks this is a terrible idea. But, reason almost always becomes background noise whenever I'm this close to him. This kind, giving, brave, tough, beautiful man who seems determined to solve my problems... although he just might be my biggest problem of all. It's the first time he's kissed me like this, and while our lips touch and tease, a rush of conflicting emotions flood through me. Nervousness. Excitement. Relief. Anxiety. It's not torrid, but it's not gentle, either. I'd say he's the best kisser on my secret, invisible list. And I'm pretty sure kissing isn't the only intimate activity he's good at. We're standing beside his work desk, our temporary privacy just about convincing me to take control. W
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 39 | The Show Goes On
[ S E R A P H I N E ] What is his problem? He won't even look at me. Is he embarrassed? Still? It was just a kiss. Well, two, actually. But that was it. Still just a kiss. I dunno why he's acting like he never wanted it to happen. Alright. Fine. I'll pretend it didn't happen. I can act like we weren't dry humping while playing tonsil hockey in his office with the door unlocked. Talk about risqué... While I ignore the dull ache in my throat and stomach, my gaze flits between his rigid back and the Maserati. The car is waiting for us in the corner of the parking lot with his bodyguard standing beside the shiny hood. I'm five steps behind Dominico, hugging my purse to my side. I keep my mouth shut and stare at the strap of his leather bag hanging over his shoulder until everything in front of me starts to blur.Without exchanging a word, I slide into the backseat of the Maserati before Dominico joins me. The silence between us is buzzing with unresolved questions. Or perhaps I'm th
Mafia Heir's Contract Wife [Mafia Games V] | 40 | Dipping Into The Pool Of Regrets
[ S E R A P H I N E ] “When did you two start talking?” “Few months ago.” “Right.” Dominico stands beside the coffee maker to get near me while the rest of my parents' modest dining room stays quiet. They're upstairs. Probably sleeping already. Our dinner with my pretend husband-to-be wasn't as eventful or awkward as I imagined. I think my parents actually bought our whole act. “We just chat. No calls.” “Ah...” Dominico makes a face and cocks his head. “How d'you know for sure he's a guy your age?” “He sent me a few photos and videos.” Does he want to know how I met Angelo online? Jeez... I hope not. My fake fiancé doesn't need another reason to convince himself that I'm not girlfriend or wife material in any way. I turn off the faucet and step away from the sink, unsure of what else to say. “Am I not allowed to ask about him?” “I didn't say that.” Feigning a neutral face, I grab my phone beside the coffee maker and internally chide myself for leaving the screen unlocked. I
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