SECRETIVE MAFIA CAPTAIN

CHAPTER 3

ANOTHER DAY had dawned as the sun poured at the window. Bringing new hopes. Trinity looked around through her windows. The roads glistened in the beam of the sun. The sunlit skyscrapers pierced the blue skies. Lea her friend, pass by early that morning. Worrying that she might do something to herself because of her break-up, that she may be suicidal. Adequately, she’s not a lunatic to let herself be slain just because of a freaking break-up.

“You're blooming, Trin. It seems like no one messes with your heart, huh?” Lea uttered as she sat down on the single sofa.

Trinity was busy signing documents from work. When Lea decided to stay for a while. “Your imagining things,” she replied. “You and Dad have the same thought. Early this morning, he said to me that I’m glowing. You two just differ with the usage of words. But thanks for the compliment, anyway,” she added and continued what she’s doing.

“Tell me, is there someone who restores your broken pieces?” she asked, wearing her derisive voice.

Trinity stopped flipping the pages of the document she’s reading and raised her brow to Lea. “No. Why, is it better if I will cry all day, lock in the room, drink alcohols—”

“Of course, not,” she intervened. “It’s just that, I can’t believe that you’ll get over him for days. You know… the duration of a girl to move on were for months or years.”

“Says who? Fiction novels? Movies?” Lea loves to read romance books that she even adapts those realistically. “That jerk doesn’t deserve my tears, anymore.”

All thanks to Zach.

“Alright. I’m now convinced that you don’t have any suicidal instincts. I should go then, I also have a meeting at one,” Lea said as she gazes in her wristwatch.

Trinity let out a deep sigh when Lea already went out. She then picked her phone that’s on the table and dialed Zach’s number. ‘Hello,’ he answered over the line using his baritone voice.

“Hi, I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

‘Silly. Of course not. Why did you call?’

“About the agreement you want. I’m in.”

Yesterday, they both agreed to make each other be F-buddies.

‘Good. See you tonight then. My pad.’

“Okay,” she answered and ended the call.

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The late evening air was thick with the scent of rain, and the dim light from the city bled into the room through parted curtains. Trinity stood by the window, her silhouette outlined in a slip of silk that clung to her every curve. She heard the soft creak of the door behind her and smiled without turning around.

Zach’s footsteps were slow, deliberate, the way a man moves when he knows exactly what he wants. His hands were warm when they found her waist, his fingers brushing the thin fabric as if testing its fragility — or perhaps her own.

"You’ve been teasing me all night," he murmured, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

Trinity leaned back into him, feeling the firm line of his body press against her. "Maybe I wanted to be caught," she whispered.

Zach’s hands slid higher, thumbs grazing the underside of her breasts before he spun her around, trapping her between the window and the heat of his body. His mouth found hers without hesitation, a kiss that was slow at first, then hungry, deepening as their bodies melted together.

Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as his palms roamed her body, mapping her through the thin silk. The tension between them, pulled taut all evening, now snapped loose, raw and demanding.

Zach lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist, and carried her to the bed, the world narrowing to the feel of his hands and the way he said her name like a prayer. Trinity arched into him as he laid her down, the cool sheets contrasting with the heat of their skin.

He peeled the silk from her body, slow enough to make her whimper, his eyes never leaving hers. Trinity tugged at his shirt, needing him bare, needing nothing between them. When at last they were skin to skin, Zach kissed a trail down her body, worshipful, reverent, as if she were something sacred.

Their bodies moved together in a rhythm older than words, every touch a confession, every gasp a promise. Trinity clung to him as pleasure built, overwhelming, beautiful, until it broke over them both like a tidal wave, leaving them tangled in each other, breathless and undone.

For a long time, neither spoke. Zach simply gathered her closer, their hearts pounding in sync, the city lights painting them in a soft, golden glo

When he started moving, she moaned. His hands went to her waist, pulling her to him back and forth. The pain is still there, but it’s not like before.

Zach was moaning, and it was such a wild sound., raw, carnal—an expression of pure pleasure. It was as if he wanted her to know that he certainly found her even more attractive, even more, desirable now.

He plunged deep and grabbed her by her waist with his arm and gently sat on the mattress with her now on top of him. He started moving his lips, thrusting, but this time his finger found the bud of her hot flesh and rubbed it.

She feels like she was going to run out of breath from too much intimacy. This was too much delight. And she felt herself quickly reaching her climax. She then writhed in mere ecstasy. She knew that Zach had not had his release and so she faced him and drove him. That is such a daring move from someone who had not done it before.

Her mound bounced as she moved, loving the need in Zach’s eyes. Those eyes were ablaze with passion. She moved fast in a circular motion, up and down. Until he pulled her close and held her tight as he shuddered, spitting his juices inside. She left one swift move and rolled down beside him, reaching the tissue to clean her cleft.

“It’s quite good,” he said. Trinity laughed, panting. “Are you saying that I’m good,” she asked.

“Yeah, quite good for a beginner,” he said and chuckled. She feels p*ss*d, thus, she grabbed the pillow and hit him. Plus, you’re alluring and hot,” he added, with that, she blushed.