The One With The Monday Morning

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This book is a stand-alone, but you will understand the characters better by reading the books in order:

1. The Mafia Entanglement

2. Between the Mafias

3. Romancing the Mafia

4. The Mafia Bride

5. My Possessive Mafia


I run. I run from my problems. I've always done that. I was feeling light on my feet. I felt my chest burn, as I picked up the speed.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

My baby sister Celia is a druggy, papa doesn't know about this. It will break his heart if he finds out. He has never been the same after mama passed away, giving birth to Celia.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I'm on the verge of losing my job. I can't lose this job. I've put too much time into this company. Since it's been downsizing, I haven't got the time to look for other jobs, I've been so swamped with work. Ironic. I know.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

Derick the fucker, told me yesterday that I should date him. Subtle, meaning to f**k him. If I wanted to keep my job.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I can't get back home to papa. I love him dearly. But I need to prove to myself that I can do this, that I can make it in the big bad world.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

f**k! Deep breath. Deep breath. I need to slow down.

I was panting, I was out of breath. I pushed myself too hard.

Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.

I was getting back to my apartment. Jogging along, slowing down my pace. I must remind myself, that I was not a health freak, no exercise, no gym, no healthy food. I just run. And sometimes I forgot and pushed myself too hard.

I slumped behind my apartment door. Celia was sleeping on the couch. She just got back and was still in her clubbing attire, then I shook her awake.

"Celia honey, you need to get to your room and go get change, you reek of alcohol. Do you have a class today? Come on, I'll make your coffee."

Celia was groaning, walking to her room. "Jeez sis, I just got back. f*****g leave me alone, will you? No class. No coffee. I'm going to sleep. See you later." She walked away from me and went straight to her room.

I sighed and turned on the coffee maker, then went to my room to take a shower and go get ready for work.

Ah...fucking work, f*****g great!

I must get this contract, Derick said so. He had been dangling this date issue, since forever. Not that he was bad-looking. He was actually handsome, tall, tanned, and blonde, but he lacked a certain kind of oomph for my taste. Maybe the fact that he was a momma's boy.

And I certainly didn't have the time to date. Between my job and looking out for my little sister, I got my hands wrapped. I was still hoping, that this recreational drug use thing was a just college phase.

I was pissed when I found out that she had been taking drugs to help her study. Then the fact that she was failing a couple of her classes, made me worry.

Sometimes I felt that she was carrying the burden of our mom's death for giving birth to her. We had talked and cried about this. I thought it was done and over with. Maybe I should have another chat with her. She used to be my sweet little baby sister. And I love her to bits, I would do anything for her.

*****

Finally!

I was at the house, I was balancing my folders. Heavy folders. God! Maybe I should start going to the gym. My arms were like boiled spaghetti. What was taking this guy so long to open the door?

But I was definitely not ready when he did open the door. He was like Ken, smoking hot Ken in scrubs.

Did I tell you I don't play with Barbie? Well, maybe I should start. This ken was f*****g gorgeous.

That was when the folders decided, it was a good time for them to slide off of my spaghetti arms.

I muttered and cursed as I bent down, and started collecting the folders. It had samples of pictures and materials, it was scattered on the porch. I was wearing my pants suit and jacket with a loose nude camisole underneath. I could see him peeking through my camisole, as he was trying to help pick up my folders.

"Mmm...right then. Mr. Markov. I'm Emilie Dubois, the consultant from Martin Design & Decor." I blushed looking at him. He looked startled then quickly took my hand.

"Call me Maxim, come on in. And let's get this meeting started. I have to leave for the ER in fifteen minutes."

"Woah. You're kidding, right? I'm sorry Mr. Markov I mean this consultation thing usually takes a minimum of one hour. Look at my poor folders." I pouted non gracefully.

"You know what. Screw it. I'm done anyway. So, let me just take a look at your house, give me five. After that, I'll give you ten minutes of my consultation time. Then if you have to go then it's all good. We won't be seeing each other anyway. May I?" I didn't wait for his answer. I put my folders on the dining table and started walking around his house.

I was f*****g done. If I had to be terminated from my job, because this guy was too busy for my time, then maybe it was the universe way of saying to suck it up! I would get another job. Maybe I should start stocking up on instant ramen noodles for the rest of the month. But I could definitely survive. Just needed to save up my money.

He looked stunned but nod anyway. I took my pad and started scribbling my notes. I looked at every room, space, and counter. I asked him about the budget, the time length, and his preference.

I had been doing this for five years now. His house was big, but not too large or too grand. I was kind of liking it actually. It had a kind of modern rustic, homey feel to it. It just needed a couple of touches here and there. His architect did him good.

He stayed beside me, walking by my side as I kept on scribbling away on my pad. I finally finished right on the five minutes dot.

Yes. I can walk that fast in heels. It's one of my great accomplishments in life. Sue me.

I looked straight at him and looked at my watch. "Should we sit down?" I told him about all my recommendations, and open my folder. I showed him the materials, the looks, and the vision that I imagine his house to be. It would be a beautiful house once I was done with it. Too bad I wouldn't be working there anymore if I didn't get his yes in this meeting.

He looked at me and daydream?

What the f**k?

I was talking and spitting at the same time, trying to explain everything within his time limit, and he was f*****g staring at me?

"Mr. Markov? Did you get what I was saying? My ten minutes were up. So, did I get a yes?" I was getting f*****g annoyed by now. Yes, he was a freaking hot Ken doll. But I needed this job.

"Yeah, sorry. Everything looks good Emilie. Why don't you email me the details." I sighed. And took his email details. Derick was pretty clear on getting the client's Yes in the house. By going back and forth via email, there would be a chance of losing the contract.

"Okay then, Mr. Markov. Nice meeting you today. I'll forward your details to my superior. He will take care of you, should you decide to use our company."

f**k! This was a lost cause, I better cancel my lunch appoint with the girls, and start stocking up on my ramen.

I gathered my stuff and excuse myself from him. But he suddenly grabbed my spaghetti arm, and my folders fall crumbling down to the floor.

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Hello... Welcome to my new story. It's still romance with a mafia twist on it. Hope you will like it

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