The Mafia Boss Is The Man Of My Dreams

“Harder, Daddy!!!” The words slipped out of my parted lips following a breathy moan, just as he pushed into me again—this time deeper and harsher, exactly how my body craved and begged for it. My fingers found their way to the collar of his custom-made suit, clenching the fabric like it was a lifeline as I tried to anchor myself, my mind slipping into nothing but pure ecstasy. Every low grunt from him sent shivers down my spine, pushing me closer to that ragged edge—the one only he seemed capable of bringing me to. I had no idea who he was. I didn’t know his name, and I had never even seen his face despite the passionate, scorching nights we’d shared in the dark. But somehow, I knew his body better than my own. His large hands slipped down and cupped my hips, making me gasp as he lifted me effortlessly, setting me on the desk like I weighed nothing. Papers scattered as he flung everything aside, and just as the sound of a heavy pen hitting the floor echoed through the room, the office door slammed open. I turned my head toward the sound instinctively, but the stranger held me tight, completely unbothered by the intrusion. “Wake the hell up, Aria!” My sister’s voice blasted through the illusion, shattering what was just dawning on me as another fantasy. I jolted upright in bed, gasping for air as I tried—and failed—to grasp onto the last trace of heat lingering in my skin. As I turned toward my bedroom door, part of me stupidly expected to see the mysterious, sinful stranger. Instead, I was met with Excelle’s signature expression of utter disgust. My eyes cleared almost immediately and I ran a hand over my face, muttering a few colorful words under my breath. Oh God… another one of those dreams. And before you ask, yes—I know it’s embarrassing to admit that as a fully functional, corporate-employed adult woman, my weeks have been plagued with these unholy, vivid, explicit dreams about a stranger I’ve never met. Different scenarios, different positions, but always the same detail: a dominant aura and a distinct, intoxicating scent that makes your soul leave your body when you wake up. “You look like you survived a damn exorcism,” Excelle yelled from the doorway, eyeing me like she had holy water on standby. “Just get your ass up. Your coworker is waiting for you downstairs.” Even through the lingering haze of the dream, a smile found its way to my face at the mention of Jean. “I’ll never understand why you hate him so much,” I muttered, sliding to the edge of the mattress. “I don't trust guys who are that pretty and dress that well,” she shot back, already walking away down the hall. Before she disappeared, she turned back with a look of pure judgment. “And you keep turning your bed into a crime scene. Change your sheets, pervert!” The door slammed shut. I stared down at my mattress, my eyes widening as I came face-to-face with a distinct wet patch on the fabric. …Damn it. How did I even get here? This was a first since the dreams started weeks ago. For some reason, they were intensifying—getting rougher, wilder, like they were actively pulling me toward the man I kept dreaming about. I dragged the sheets off the bed, threw them into the hamper, and stepped into a freezing cold shower. I was out in a couple of minutes, threw on the corporate blouse and pencil skirt I’d set aside last night, and half-ran down the driveway as fast as my heels allowed toward Jean’s car parked outside. I knocked on the window. “Let me in, weirdo.” The lock clicked open, and I slipped into the passenger seat, exhaling as the air conditioning hit me. “Good morning, Ice Prince.” Jean didn’t look at me as he smoothly pulled out of the parking lot. “We’re going to be ten minutes late because of you, Aria,” he complained, though his tone was fond. “Better late than ugly,” I shrugged, tossing my bag into the back seat. Jean glanced at me over his designer sunglasses, a knowing smirk on his lips. “Let me guess… Mystery Man kept you up all night again, didn’t he?” “God forbid I ever tell you a secret again,” I gasped dramatically. He rolled his eyes as we navigated the morning traffic toward the office. “You’ll need a therapist if they continue, girl.” His tone turned unusually serious. “Having dreams that realistic? It’s definitely not normal.” “I’ll figure it out one way or the other,” I muttered. When we arrived at Saturn Finance, Jean headed off toward the his department while I stopped in front of the elevators. The moment I stepped into the crowd, the morning chatter hit me immediately—loud, excited, and completely lacking corporate volume control. What were they so eager to talk about this early? I stepped into the elevator and listened anyway. What better way to hear corporate gossip than through the trusty elevator grapevine? “Did you hear about the emergency takeover?” one woman whispered frantically. “A new CEO is stepping in today.” My ears perked up and everyone around us seemed to share the same stunned expression. “I heard the former management sold the entire company overnight without batting an eye,” another added, her voice dropping lower. “Like they were terrified to say no to him. The family backing him owns half the city's real estate... and rumor says they run the underground, too.” A cold shiver suddenly traced down my spine, mimicking the exact touch from my dream. A new CEO at Saturn Finance? That was a twist I never saw coming. I’d been here for three years since graduating college, and management had never breathed a word about a buyout. “I heard he’s exceptionally ruthless,” another woman whispered, leaning in. “Completely cold-blooded. He only takes over companies to completely bend them to his will.” A chuckle nearly escaped me, masking the sudden, unexplained hammering of my heart. A terrifying, powerful, and dangerously wealthy CEO? Yeah… my curiosity was officially piqued. As the elevator doors opened to my floor, I stepped out, suddenly unable to wait to see just how dangerous this new boss actually was.