Married To My Father's Enemy: The Mafia King

Rosy’s POV

Everything was falling apart. I heard that I no longer owned my life. Someone else did, and I would have to live with it.

But before this person ruined my life, I wanted to have fun just for one night.

One night to decide for myself and be the best I could be.

I poured whiskey into my mouth, trying to hold back tears about my problems.

When I was tipsy, I walked to the dance floor where men surrounded me, waiting for me to choose them for a one-night stand.

To my surprise, a brave stranger walked towards me. I looked up, mesmerized by his towering height and magnetic stare. His sharp jawline made my heart race, and his handsome face made me think I was staring at a Greek god.

I gently put my hand on his neck and said something nonsensical that I knew I would regret in the morning. "Hey, handsome... Can you take me somewhere?"

“You’re drunk,” he replied.

I smiled softly, “I know…”

And he whispered, “Why are you here?”

I scoffed softly and pressed myself towards him with a drunk smile on my face, “Why? Is it wrong to have some fun after all the bad things that have happened in my life? Well, I deserve to have some fun..."I could feel his warm breath on my neck and I whispered, “Take me with you…”

I closed my eyes, still holding him tightly as if he were mine. He carried me like a bride to the exit and down to the parking lot. My head spun, and I felt drowsy. I closed my eyes, leaning on his neck, and whispered softly, "You smell good, by the way."

I heard him laugh softly. He put me in the front seat, leaned forward to put my seatbelt on, and I grabbed the collar of his suit. "Where do you want to take me?" I asked.

My vision was blurry as I stared at him. He answered, "Somewhere safe..."

“Safe, hmm?” I closed my eyes and slowly let go of his suit’s collar. ´

***

ONE HOUR LATER,

I stirred awake, disoriented, to find myself already dressed in a loose t-shirt. The man, a stranger, slept peacefully on the couch beside the bed.

A smirk played on my lips as I grabbed the whiskey from the side table.

I drained the glass in a single gulp, the fiery liquid burning a path down my throat.

I poured another, and another until the world began to sway around me.

As I felt intrigued, I tiptoed closer, my bare feet padding softly on the floorboards.

As I leaned in to examine his face, my breath caught. He was undeniably handsome. I traced a finger along his jawline, my heart thumping.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me towards him. I landed on his chest with a soft gasp, our lips barely brushing.

Though I knew this would never lead to anything, I couldn't resist the temptation.

I cupped his face, closed my eyes, and leaned in for a kiss. His eyes widened in surprise, but I deepened the kiss, nibbling his lower lip until he kissed me back!

He stopped kissing me, he put me under him, my head under his palm, and he whispered, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Please….” I softly begged him while slowly lifting up my clothes.

His gaze fell to my naked breast, his eyes widening in surprise.

"You'll regret this," he warned.

"I won't," I whispered, defiance hardening my tone.

"Why are you so desperate to hurt yourself?" he pressed.

I bit my lip, my voice trembling. "I just want to be happy. Please, kiss me again. I want to forget everything, just for a moment."

He shed his clothes, revealing a sculpted physique that caught my breath.

As he leaned in to kiss me again, I felt excitement.

His tongue danced with mine, igniting a fire within me.

His hands roamed over my body, tracing patterns that sent shivers down my spine.

The thrill of the unknown was intoxicating. This was a complete exit from my usual life, a reckless act of rebellion.

For this one night, I was free from worries and regrets.

He made me lie on my back with my legs spread apart and kissed my lower body as if he were an absolute master who wanted me to obey him very badly.

He stopped for a moment and then said, "I can't..."

I could feel him gently placing the blanket over my chest as I closed my eyes. I was so tired that I couldn't talk to him, so I just rolled over and moaned softly as if I were just having sex in my dream.

******

The Next Morning,

I stretched, yawning widely, and glanced around the unfamiliar room.

A smile crept across my face, then vanished as I realized I wasn't home.

I wasn't even in my own bed!

I pulled back the covers, revealing my half-naked body. Panic surged through me.

What had happened?

I grabbed my coat and stood up. The bathroom door swung open, revealing the man from last night.

His eyes raked over me, his expression unreadable. He grabbed a towel and began drying his wet, black hair.

My gaze fell on the intricate dragon tattoo on his shoulder.

I asked as I swallowed nervously, "Look, nothing happened, right?"

He smirked, "If anything had happened, you wouldn't be standing there. You'd barely be able to walk."

I stumbled backward, a blush creeping up my cheeks. "Well, my plan didn't exactly go as planned."

"Your plan?" he pressed.

I bit my lip, my cheeks burning. "N-Nothing."

He sighed. "If you think having one-night stands is a good idea, you're sorely mistaken."

I was mortified! Who was this guy? Was he trying to lecture me?

I made a beeline for the door while glancing back at him.

And my bag was in the corner so I snatched it up, hastily pulled on my shoes, and burst out of the hotel room.

"Miss... wait!" he called after me.

Fuck. Who was that man?