บททั้งหมดของ Game With The Mafia King: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Nerthus “Good evening. Did you wait here all these hours?” My mysterious hulk diverts his gaze shortly before looking back at me. “Yes.” He is looking like teared out of one of my secret dreams as he is leaning against his limousine, dressed in the elegant tuxedo that I was ogling him in when my eyes weren’t on the paintings. I smile as I come to a halt right in front of him. “Why?” He shrugs, his eyes roaming my appearance slowly. “Did you fuck him?” I turn around to the illuminated window of the house I just came from and sigh. “Why would that be any of your concern?” He just stares at me, and I bite my tongue, literally. I take another deep breath as I obviously am losing the stare off. “We can stay like this all night if you want, big boy. I have no one waiting for me and no other appointment until tomorrow at three.” I smile at him, and he looks up to the house as a smirk creeps on his lips as well. “You are the one who needs to answer a question.” I squint my eyes as

Nerthus “Jax! Jax!” Jenna jumps up and down, getting the bouncer’s attention. He smiles as he opens his arms to hug her, and I ask myself how he could even recognize her with his sunglasses on. We walk into the club and I’m still hugging myself as my skin slowly gets warmed up by the crowded space we step into. Jenna takes my hand and I follow her to the bar where we take a round of shots. After we feel inebriated enough, we hit the dance floor. If it was for me, I would only go to woman-only clubs, but as Jenna sometimes loves the attention she gets from men and also uses this as her marketing scheme, I tag along and find myself disgustingly getting out of random men wrapping their arms around me, fighting off unwanted compliments or even worse. As another man starts rubbing himself on to me while shouting in my ear how hot I am, I wind myself out of his grasp and step closer to Jenna, telling him that I’m not interested. He insults me but still turns away with a scowl. Charming.

Nerthus “You don’t?” “Yeah,” he leans his head back, turning it to look at me. “I’m not good in bed.” He moves a bit closer to me, lowering his voice as he says, “I’m superb.” I laugh out loud, and I can’t remember when I genuinely felt like doing it. “Oh! Superb! Really?” I ask teasingly, making him answer with a chuckle. “Yeah, ask Renée.” “Oh, my God.” I laugh again while he smirks at me. “Or Rachel.” He takes another sip out of his glass, and I can’t believe that he is actually flirting with me. “You can’t trust anybody nowadays.” I say, drinking through my straw. “Is that so?” I nod, taking another sip before poking my crushed ice again. “I mean, they could tell me anything, right?” “Right.” He agrees with me, turning himself to me fully. “And what could we do about this?” Scooping myself closer to him, I put my legs over his and he shifts to grab my knees, pulling them to his crotch. “Maybe we could put your superb skills to the test?” “Tell me how and I’ll obey.”

Nerthus The next morning, I find Jenna already gone. All she left is a little note at the coffee machine. At least something. It states that she had to leave to get ready for another appointment and I try to think nothing into it, even though it kind of hurts me. As I get ready to go home, it just gets worse. I get text after text from clients cancelling their appointments or from my boss, telling me that someone just cancelled. I have multiple calls with her as she asks me what is happening. I would like to know too. This can’t be a coincidence anymore. In a timely range of two to three hours, my week is practically cleaned out with only one still standing prominently. Rodberg on Wednesday night. Slipping into my coat, I shake my head as if wanting to get rid of the thought creeping into my mind. I get on the street and hail a cab to get home. During the drive home, I have a bad feeling and suddenly find myself watching my back. Realizing what I am doing, I giggle to mysel

Nerthus I feel exhausted physically and mentally as I lean into my seat in a meeting room where Luciana left me with a few snacks and a few water bottles after I collapsed in her office. I’m at the top of my form these last few days. Her PA, who hates me to her guts, even got to play Nana with me and brought me a soothing tea. I must admit that it felt good, but her pitiful look had me boiling. This is my new low. Rotating my phone on the table while pursing my lips, I contemplate whether I should write Jenna to share the news. Just as I decide that I’ll do it no matter what, I spot a woman passing from the corner of my eye. Oh, just who I needed. “Oh, Helga, Hi!” A pretty brunette with a cute round face and big doe eyes turns to look at me confused. It takes a moment before a wide smile appears on her face. “Amber, hi. How are you?” “Fine, thank you. Listen, I wanted to talk about a client with you. Have you got a moment for me?” “Sure.” She nods, and I gesture her to a