All Chapters of The Mafia Alpha Who Hates Me: Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

"I–I'm feeling tipsy," a woman slurred, her voice echoing in the private room. It was clear she was drunk from the way her head tilted and her hand shook. Beside her sat a middle-aged man in a black suit and glowing bald head. On his face sat a suspiciously wide smile like someone watching their favorite comedy show—except there was no comedy on display. Around his neck hung a dangling golden chain that seemed out of place with what he wore, and his hands were collectively designed with several golden rings. They caught the light of the chandelier with his every movement. On another seat facing the couch was a young man, probably in mid-twenties. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. Compared to the two people who were seemingly dressed to the nines, he appeared to be like an assistant. But no, he wasn't an assistant. His name was Carlo, and he was a small-time manager at Blue Hill Entertainment, managing only a Z–list actress — Nora Ferraro. And meanwhile, the midd

Her pants slid down her thighs in a slow, sensual motion until they dropped at her ankles. The man's eyes darkened, pulsing with desire. He seized her suddenly, and she felt the world sway then realized she was midair, in his arms, and he was taking her to his bed. She bounced lightly against the mattress when he put her down, but his weight had already followed, looming over her. His hands parted her thighs to form the M shape, leaving her utterly exposed to his stare. Her pussy spasmed as she watched him lick his lips, and she spread herself wider in anticipation of what was about to come. He didn't let her wait for long. He shoved two fingers inside her, and a gasp escaped her lips as she threw her head back. His fingers were thick and long, grazing her walls smoothly. "Mmmmm." She moaned, chest heaving as his fingers worked faster in her. Her body arched off the mattress while he added another finger, touching that sweet spot that made her toes curl. Wet sounds filled the roo

Entering the room, the tidy, humble living room came into view, decorated with two couches and a table she had bought from F******k Marketplace at a really cheap price. But these different-colored couches weren't what made her stumble, but the man sitting on them. Carlo. The bastard. Anger erupted in her chest, but the sight of Marco, who was sitting at the side, made her keep her cool. She glanced at him. "Go eat some." Marco stood up, taking the cake while winking meaningfully at her. "Uh, I will excuse you two lovebirds then." Once Marco disappeared into the kitchen, the calm facade she wore tore away, and all that was left was resentment. "Why are you here?" Carlo stood up. He had a poker face, and a pair of righteous eyes behind black-framed glasses. All this while, she had thought his heart would be different, and maybe warmer since he was her boyfriend and manager, but it turned out it was as cold as the Arctic. Otherwise, how would he feel comfortable trying to make her b