The Mafia Boss Craved My Love after I Dumped Him

I read somewhere that it’s hard to say hello for the first time, and I bet it's true. The moment I met Maximus Clever, I felt this dangerous thrill seeping through my gut. Though he was nice and polite when discussing grounds for the divorce, still a part of me was saying that there was more to him than being a lawyer. I don't know, but he had this enigmatic aura that was keeping me interested in him.

As a paying client, of course, I needed to know how credible he was. So I did some background checks last night. I surfed the net for hours, getting every bit of information about him. And then I stumbled on this particular business site where Maximus was featured. I was surprised upon learning that he was also top-notch tech savvy, owning a large share of IT companies everywhere across the globe. In addition, he was dubbed a 'mob boss’ in court. How he smoothly handled the cases, be it heinous or not. Sure, he had this long queue of achievements stipulated in the article. However, there was nothing about his personal life. Well, I guess everyone wanted to know a piece of him that was hidden from the public eye.

The man was notorious for being private; I mentally hissed, studying his face.

“Staring is rude, Mrs. Lavigne,” Mr. Clever said, not looking at me. His attention was on his laptop.

I straightened my back and cleared my throat. I was caught off guard, but I managed to compose myself. Today’s our third time seeing each other. We met in this secluded coffee shop downtown. He was sitting across from my seat, scrolling on his laptop.

“Blame it on the hormones, I guess.” I shrugged and added, “I’m in my first trimester, so please forgive this pregnant woman for appreciating your good looks.”

He busied himself on his laptop again while I sipped my strawberry milkshake. His genes were a great catch. Indeed. After a while, he lifted his face, and his eyes mirrored mine. He had the most expressive blue orbs I'd ever seen! It was deep... like sinking into my soul. I couldn't believe this guy had this effect on me. I thought Sebastian was the only man I could adore and admire, but here was Mr. Clever, doing it all effortlessly.

“Is Mr. Lavigne aware of your condition?” He asked in a monotone.

“No.” I simply replied.

“But did you in any way open up to him about this matter?” Maximus scrunched his forehead, closing his laptop now.

“I had no intention of telling him.” I shook my head frantically.

“Alright,” he said, intently looking at me.

And then he handed me an envelope. I stared at it for a second before finally coming to my senses. This was the beginning of my battle with Sebastian Lavigne. It’s now or never! Maximus cleared his throat, pulling me out of my trance. Even the way harrumphed screamed authority. This man was radiating with danger, spice, and everything nice.

“You have to sign this document as soon as possible,” he authoritatively said.

I nodded and answered, “I will review this first thing in the morning, and then I’ll come by your office to give it to your secretary.”

I carefully held the envelope to my chest, as if my life depended on it. Divorce cases were stressful, expensive, and depressing. However, I need to push this through. For my peace of mind, my baby’s future, and for the life I’m about to begin moving forward. A long stretch of silence hovered between us, but I could feel Maximus’ hot gaze searing into me. I feigned nervousness despite the tension coursing through me. I suddenly felt conscious.

Why is he staring at me this way? Is he trying to send me a guilt trip?

As I was about to speak, a muscle in my head furiously ticked. Pulling a large breath, I pushed the envelope aside and then gently massaged my aching temples. For the past few weeks, I have been experiencing random headaches, and there were times that they would turn into terrible ones, especially when the triggers arose.

“Are you okay?” Maximus worriedly asked.

Slowly, I looked up at him and said, “I’m feeling dizzy.”

“I’m sending you home, then,” he said and held me by the elbow.