Todos los capítulos de HER MAFIA CEO: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

“the ice cream, I took a little lick out of it and he smiled at me as encouragement.The image of my father blurred away, and I found myself standing at the front door of my house.I was standing there, with my boxes layer down at my feet. My mother was yelling at me, and my father stood at the corner with his eyes not looking at me. “Mum pleas” I begged, my voice trembling “don’t do this, I’m still you’re daughter, I - I can go back to conversion and I will be normal again, I will do anything. Please”“No,on this day you’ve seized to be my daughter” my mother’s voice was firm. It lacked any emotion. Lacked any sympathy or pity in it. “Daddy, please” There was no reply. He couldn’t even look at me. “Get out” my mum said. Her voice was harsh. “Out, Now!” There was the sound of my trembling voice echoing in multiple please.Mum, please. Please. Pleasee.“Sidney. Hey Sidney, wake up” a voice said from above me. I could feel hands were on my shoulders, shaking me furiously. “Please

“You’ve been sitting here alone for awhile now, looking like one of those lonely girl French paintings”. I snapped my neck around meeting a brunette lady with an apron that has the hotel name on it, she has a radiant blue eyes, her face has the evident look of stress on it, and with one glance one could tell she needed a break. The sun has gone down now, giving rise to the dusk twilight. The beach looked almost empty, just the roaring sound of the ocean, and clicking sound made by me. But now I have the company of some stranger talking to me looking all smily and all I could do is sit here and gawk at her. “Hey, my name is Melissa, you don’t mind I join you?” Her Spanish accent was strong in her sentence, i nod my head in respond and shifted to make space for her. She sat next to me, “what is your own name?” She asked.I’ve clearly lost it by not returning back her greetings properly.“Am Sidney” I said bringing my lips to a slight smile. As I looked up at her. “This place l

Miss Diaz had dropped me off at my front door, as she helped me bring up the clothes we had purchased. I was so glad she hadn’t proceeded on coming inside my house. I lay down on my bed staring at my white ceiling like there’s some sort of thing written there which I’m trying to decipher, the more I looked the more confused I get. I wasn’t actually trying to figure anything out, for the past twenty minutes Miss Diaz left, I’ve been having difficulties getting the thought of her off my mind. She lingers in everything I think of or do. I could be imagining her doing all sort of things, I often wonder what she’s doing, what she’s eating, who’s she texting or talking with. I was lost in these thought of her, I didn’t hear the knocking on my door. I sprang on my feet the moment the knocking repeated.Shit.Who could it be?I wasn’t expecting anyone.I opened the door and immediately felt goosebumps all over my skin at the sight on my face.I stood fixated, I blinked my eyes couple of

The first thing to embrace me was the pain in my head. Even before I opened my eyes, the throbbing skull splitting pain in my head spread its hands wide open for me and I went straight into it. I felt like I had just been hit by a Mac-truck. I bit down onto my lips to withhold myself from screaming out in agony and immediately tasted blood. Ouch.The pain from my lip and the pain from my head immediately intensified the pain I was already feeling. Fragments and pieces of the previous night came rushing into my head. Most of it were blur, and I’m in so much pain to even comprehend the memories.I suddenly opened my eyes and a second wave of panic set in, I wasn’t in my room. There was a huge chandelier hanging above me, I do not have chandelier in my room nor anywhere in my apartment. I slowly started taking notes of my environment and the things around me as panic shook through my body, I was lying on a king size giant bed with soft fluffy peach bedsheets, the expensive looking f

Miss Diaz hands were rested on my visible thighs as she was driving, caressing my skin unconsciously and leaving traces of goosebumps on each part it touches, the heat building up in my walls couldn’t be contained as I hitched for breath. The air conditioner was on, but I could feel the sweat balls threatening to drop from my the mess on my face and the wetness between my legs were on deniable.Miss Diaz was so engaged in singing along to the Lana Del Rey song from the radio station, without realizing the mess she’s making of me. I trembled in fear that my wetness could drop out any moment from now. How much more crazy could this get. I had taken a whim decision earlier today, even tho miss Diaz responded positively to it, I couldn’t get over my inner self calling me a slut right now.I shut my eyes tightly trying to stop myself from gasping out audibly as her wandering hands was pushing further and I feared she could almost feel the wetness on my legs caused by the friction of p