All Chapters of 31 DAYS WITH HER BILLIONAIRE MAFIA DADDY : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I was wet. So wet from my kiss with Luca. Who knew he felt that way about me? In fact, how did we started developing these strange and overwhelming feelings for each other? I had left his room distorted and horny, now, l was alone on my bed, thinking all sorts of erotic allusion. It was raining heavily outside and Vince still wasn't home. I needed to find relief by any means because my whole body was vibrating with lust. So, I got to work with my fingers. I rubbed myself for many minutes but I couldn't find relief. I needed something real, something more than the fuzzy scenarios I was making up in my mind. Luckily, the door clicked open and Vince's large body came into view. "Can't leave you alone for ten minutes without you touching what's mine," He growled, sending sparks down to my buzzing core. I snatched my hand from between my thighs and twisted on the bed, still trying to find relief. "I missed you," I said, half truth. The other truth was that I missed his brother

Joyce had went all out for her husband's birthday party. The beach house was really aesthetic, the party decorations were perfectly organized. A few friends of Joyce and Noah's were present, laughter and small talks in the air. I was pouring myself a glass of wine when Joyce approached me with someone. "Jessie, you remember Michael Lowe from my wedding after party?" She grinned, presenting my ex heartthrob. I almost knocked off my glass of wine at the unprepared sight of him. He was exactly how he was years ago. Tall, sandy blonde hair, bright green eyes and a perfect build. He was in a white shirt and dark pleated slacks. "Michael. It's been so long." I said, breathlessly. He flashed me a seductive smile. "It's good to see you again, Jessica." There was a small pause as we both stared at each other, smiling like idiots. "Well, why don't I leave you both to reacquaint yourselves. I'll be over there with Noah." Joyce must have been so proud of herself. The almighty matchma

It had been two weeks since I last saw Vince, two weeks since I had the biggest breakdown of my life. If I could turn back time, I'd end whatever toxicity we had all over again. Still, I missed him terribly. He respected my decision and surprisingly, that hurt even more. No calls, no texts, no surprise visits. Luca, on the other hand, sent sweet texts, flowers, and visited once or twice. Not that we kissed or anything. No, I was having a fresh start. No more mafia men. Just me. Going back to college for the final lap was as exciting as it was tedious. The projects, the important classes... I couldn't wait to get it over with and move to Seattle, where my dream publishing company was. Chicago held too many sad memories for me... especially because of him. "Jessieeee, my brother just liked a cute photo of you I posted last night!" Penny, my closest friend, squealed excitedly. We were having ice cream in her new convertible, soaking up the beautiful day. For some reason, she’d been

Darren had wanted another date before I left—quite hurriedly—Penny's home, but I wasn’t prepared for that. I thought we were moving too fast and needed to slow down. I needed to move on from the trauma of being with Vince before starting fresh with anyone. But instead of moving on, I missed him. I missed him so much, and I hated myself for that. Seeing Vince cry was always jarring, and that heartbreaking mental image was plastered in my memory. God, I wanted to see him again. I needed to see him again. Once in my apartment, I changed into the pink fluffy PJs he got me and took a cute selfie. I posted it on my I***a story with the caption: 'Feeling lonely', hoping the thirsty men in my followers would stay off and that a certain someone would get the message. It didn’t take a minute before he viewed it—he’d been stalking my socials since we fought. It made me feel a little mushy. Some hours later, as I was finishing up a write-up on my laptop, I heard the roaring of a car downsta

I gasped, breath filling my lungs as I regained consciousness. I was on a soft bed, a four-poster pink bed. I looked around and noticed I was in a bright room. Nice furniture, white curtains. The air was fresh and citrusy. It reminded me of home. “Cara?” a familiar voice called from the direction of the door. It was half open, dark curly hair peering in. “Luca?” I squinted. He stepped inside, a glass of water in his hand. He was in a clean white shirt and black sweatpants. He looked like any nice, handsome guy. An image of him staring down at me as I went unconscious flashed through my mind. He drugged me! “What is this!? What’s happening?” I scurried out of the bed. I staggered a little as my head ached and my vision blurred. “Calm down, Cara—” He reached for me. “Don’t…” I stopped him. I could barely stand; I felt all weak. My head was spinning, so I had to sit on the chair behind me. “What did you do to me?” “I helped you,” he nodded. His eyes were stra