Mistake Not (Old Version)

1|2 Unaware Of What's Beyond The Wall

GENEVIEVE SANTOS

The sound of the club music was blurred. We're in another hallway, distant from the club.

I sighed. I was getting lightheaded. At this point, I was convinced that this man had an issue of letting things go. Literally.

I have been over his shoulder for nearly an hour as he converses with big men in suits. I couldn't understand a single word they were saying. They were speaking in their native language. Russian.

I couldn't really read their expressions of what they could be thinking given my current position, plus, they were getting a free view of my backside.

I exhaled another breath, trying to think of a way to get put down, and just like that, a thought came to mind. Most men hate when women mess with their ass, right?

I didn't even think twice about it. I raised my hands and smacked him as hard as I could, my hands sting while the sound echoed throughout the hallway. Silence hovered next and I chose that opportunity to speak up.

"Put me down right now!" I demanded.

"Шишка—" (Boss-) I heard one of them begin to speak but I felt the man that held me shift.

The next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain on my ass. It was painful that I let a yelp slip past my lips. This asshole.

"Ow! Put me down!" My anger sparked up once again, I started hitting his back with my hands.

I heard him speak words and the sound of footsteps fading away hit my ears. He turned, walking down the hallway with me still over his shoulders.

"Hey!" I continued and he continued to ignore me. This man was crazy. I mean, how long does it take for you to take someone to the boss? I'm sure everything could be resolved if I smoothed talk the man.

He turned a corner and stopped outside a huge door. I heard a click, assuming he unlocked it, and walked inside. When he closed the door behind him, I got a good look around the luxurious office. He finally decided to put me down once he got to the desk. He pushed me down causing a surprise sounding gasp.

"You don't have, argh, nevermind." I sighed. "Where's the damn boss?" I watched him cautiously.

He remained quiet as he walked around the desk. He took a seat in the chair and glared up at me. "What is your name?"

"What is yours?" I questioned back only resulting in a scowl.

"I am trying to be nice here." He grumbles.

I scoffed. With his actions, I say otherwise. "Whatever you say, sir. I don't even know why I am sitting here talking to a bodyguard. Go get your Boss so everything can be resolved quickly and then I can go home."

He looks darkly. "I am the boss." His thick accent caused me to swallow hard when I saw that he wasn't lying nor playing any games.

Oh no. I am in trouble.

"Speechless I see." He says.

"No, just a bit taken back. That doesn't mean I'll give you my name." I respond smartly. "I wouldn't have thought you to be the boss."

Yes, I was trying to dig myself a deeper hole but I didn't care. He gave off this vibe and it was clear that he wanted to intimidate me. I didn't like it and I was not going to allow that to happen.

"For a pretty woman, you have a smart mouth."

"Thank you."

He must have known he wasn't going to get anywhere with me. It was all in his facial expression and I knew that he was holding back.

I rolled my eyes. "I make it a habit to be nosy," I admit.

"That was clear enough once I found you in my private rooms."

"Well, you could have used a better code. The one you have can be easy to hack from anyone."

"You're a hacker?"

I shrugged. "I guess you can call me that," He was silent, watching me intently. "Look, I did nothing but dance on the pole. Well, I attempted too." The fall was a pure embarrassment for me.

"I see that there is no need to keep you then."

I scoffed dramatically. "Really? After all that, I am free to go."

The look he gave me was clear enough. "Take advantage of it."

He was giving me mercy.

Call me crazy in the head but I find his moody behavior attractive. Leaning forward, I smirked. "How about I give you a proper apology?"

One of his eyebrows arched perfectly causing me to bit my lip. "How do you plan to do that?"

I boldly walked around his desk and leaned against it. "It involves a lot of action if you're down for it."

"I'm hard to please." His tone warning and stirred something inside of me. A challenge I was willing to accept.

"Luckily, you've never met a woman like me."

To be honest. I wanted a good time despite getting off on the wrong foot. This man in front of me seemed to be big and bad now. I just wanted to know if he had the skills in the sheets. He was being generous by letting go of what happened. It was only fair that he allowed me a chance to show how sincere my apology can be. And I was about to find out.

"At least have a drink with me."

He sighed harshly, clearly over me but that wasn't going to stop me from achieving my goal. If my sister was here now, I know some of the names she would call me but I wouldn't care. I am who I am and I want what I want. No matter what.

"Look-"

"I promise to leave you be. Matter of fact," I leaned closer. "I promise to not come back if you have a drink with me."

His facial expression didn't change one bit.

"Scouts honor." I teased. This man was just so serious that it made no sense to me at this moment. But little did I know that I had sealed my fate that night.

"What's your poison?"

Now he's talking.

JULES PETROV

"Here we are, Miss Petrov." My driver announced as he pulled to a stop in front of the familiar home that belonged to my elder brother, Mercer.

To be honest, I did not want to be here right now. Why? He was trying to marry me off and I had no choice in the matter.

I love both my brothers equally but I was once close to Mercer. He understood me while Adrian was off doing what he always does. Sleeps with many women, parties, and handles his business across seas.

I've never really wanted to be part of my family's business but you can't choose the family you are born within.

I could always open up to Mercer without hesitation. My days, my moods, my aspirations, and what makes me happy. But things changed when Mercer took over my father's position as Mob Boss of the family and he went down a much darker path. Not giving a care about anyone's feelings but his.

I always wondered why I put in such a family but as the saying goes, 'you can't choose the family that you were born into'. I remind myself of it every day to help push forward and dream my way into becoming something more than the girl that went to private schools and is prepped for an arranged marriage. Arranged marriages were a big thing in mob families. The union benefits the families on both sides with money, weapons, and business. It's a rarity to marry and be in love with that person. Arranged marriages are not about feelings. It's who you're marrying is the key point.

I sighed sadly. Thinking about marrying someone I didn't love was a horrible feeling that I wouldn't wish upon anyone. I want someone to love me. To cherish me. To be their Queen and not looked at as if I am a prized possession from the top shelf.

But it's only a dream. A dream that will never come true.

"Ah, Miss Petrov." Ann, one of my brother's housekeepers, greeted me with happiness. "You blossomed."

I laughed lightly. "Thank you." Two years of prepping and the expectations of a mob princess can change anything. Appearances were a big one.

Obedient wives are treated specially. Disobedience can cause misery and physical pain. This brings me to the next point. Beauty is a key factor in a marriage. Husbands expect to come home to beautiful wives.

That teacher's words circled my mind. The past two years have been exhausting. Nothing about her teachings was of women's happiness. Only what we should do to keep a happy husband from mentally and physically abusing a wife.

Abuse was a huge thing in the Russian Mob as well as infidelity, secrets, and lies. It's sad a man has to exhort to such measures when a woman makes a mistake or is looking for someone to blame. Another reason why I despise arranged marriages. A man should never control a woman just because he's bigger than her in more ways than one.

She linked our arms. "You have to tell me all about your teachings."

I shrugged. "There's not much to tell. It's all just bull on how a woman should be obedient in all cost."

Ann sighed. "Some women have to because of survival." She says as we walked into my brother's enormous house.

"I understand but why put me in the same situation. Why force your sister to into the same position."

She pats my hand in comfort. "I'm sure Mr. Petrov is doing what he thinks is best for you. Especially at your age."

"I don't want that kind of life. I want to live my life the way I want to live it."

"Easier said than done, Jules." She responds sadly, stopping in front of the long stairs. "Your old room is still the same. I made sure of it."

At that, I smiled. I hated when the new housekeepers would go in my room and tidy up but not exactly put my things where they once belonged. That was when I came over here and spent the entire mid-spring through summer here. But now things have changed.

"Thank you, Ann."

"Always welcome, Miss. Dinner should be ready within the hour." She motioned the men that had my bags upstairs. "You take the time to settle in." She walked off in the direction of the kitchen.

I looked up the grand stairs, feeling an overwhelming feeling wash over me. I prayed a silent prayer in hopes that things can work in my favor and that I have time to change my brother's mind and reconsider his search for my future husband.

GENEVIEVE SANTOS

"What made you buy a club?" Turns out Mr. serious man had a chill side. A few drinks with him and we are having a simple conversation, disregarding the loud music.

He was warming up to me. The drinks were on the house and his hard wall was still up.

"I rather not."

I nod, accepting that he didn't want to talk about it. He was a closed book and I shouldn't care considering that I might not see him again. I looked at his attractive face, staring at all his features. Handsome, muscular, tattoos, piercings, and his mesmerizing rich blue eyes. I moved my locks to one side of my neck, exposing a part of me that makes me vulnerable.

I wanted more of his attention. This was the first time I actually tried to hook up with a stranger. Why not be bold?

I leaned closer to his ear. "I have to go to the bathroom. Can you show me where it is?" Hoping the start of my seduction was on the right track.

Blue found brown and I think I got him. His look remained dark but the dark lust was something new to witness.

"Do you really have to use the bathroom?"

"You'll know once we're there."

"Or we can get it over with right now."

At that, my eyes widened. s*x in front of everyone? Might be for another type of couple but not so much me.

"I like to keep private."

"Here I thought you were wild."

"I can be."

"So why not?"

I swallowed. Maybe I should have just sticked to the simple conversation instead of getting caught up in wanting to be in this man's pants.

"I really have to use the bathroom," I admit honestly. I had one too many drinks and the liquid was going through me.

He motioned with his hand and a guy in a black suit appeared within seconds. "Show this beautiful woman to the bathroom."

I looked between them and I stood with my belongings and followed the man to the bathroom. I kept the pepper spray I had in my purse in my grip just in case.

I didn't know if he was sending this man as a replacement or really trying to lead me to the bathroom.

We were walking away from the club to a more secluded place. The guard stopped beside a door and motioned for me to open it. Hesitant, I grabbed the knob and slowly twisted. The door opened and I was shown an amazing bathroom. It had red led neon lights that caused the room to be a glowing red. It had a mirror that extended with the nice sink and stalls shown in reflection.

I picked a random one and used the bathroom. After handling my business, I walked out after flushing and washed my hands. I dried them and as soon as I looked up to see my reflection, I gasped in fright at another's.

He was in here, leaned up on the wall.

"You scared me—"

"Take off your dress."

I couldn't find my speech. His sudden demand took me off guard.

"I hate repeating myself." He says when I realized I was taking too long to figure out if I really wanted this.

I did and I didn't ask him for nothing, right?

My fingers reached behind me for the zipper and they trembled as I pulled it down. I was scared and excited at the same time. But he was now behind me, his hands on my waist. I had to look away. His eyes were intense and I couldn't take it all at once.

I slipped the strap off and let the dress circle my feet. I was braless and only in my laced underwear. I looked back up at the mirror and I watched him step back and remove his shirt then start at his belt and unzip his fly.

Suddenly, he turned me around and his lips were on mine, taking me by surprise. I felt his strong grip on my waist, lifting me on top of the counter. He stood between my legs and I could feel how solid he was.

The kiss between us became heated. His tongue explored the inside of mine as my own tongue did the same. I was so into the kiss that I didn't realize his fingers made contact with my skin. He pulled at the lace material of my underwear, moving it aside to find what really is making me eager. The wetness was proof.

No words were being transpired. Only action.

His thumb rubbed over the most sensitive part of me causing me to inhale sharply. I moved, grabbing hold of his pants and the boxers he wore and pulled at them. I managed to pull it lower than his hip, exposing his full hardness. Biting my lip at the sight of his pierced tip and thickness, I was only graced with for a few seconds before he turned me around. My knees on the surface of the counter as he moved closer behind me.

I heard the sound of a wrapper. I looked in the mirror and he was looking back at me while sliding the protection down on his erection.

He guided himself towards my awaiting place that ached for more friction. He stroked his tip up and down a few times before slowly pushing inside me.

My breath hitched at the foreign feeling. He stretched me wide and I gripped the counter, preparing myself for what's to come.

I didn't have to wait long when his hand curled around my neck and his other hand on my lower back, pushing it to arch while he knocked the wind out of me with his thrust.

It was fast, hard to the point where the sound of skin was echoing, and everything was hot.

Not able to hold back my moans, I gripped onto the hand that held onto my neck and the other I had placed on the mirror. Time escaped us and everything was happening so fast. I felt his hand move from my back to my front, circling my sensitive button.

The moaning increased, our pants intensifying. The familiar build-up hit me more intensely. It only took his sexy grunt to have me over the edge. I released holding on to him tightly and he was not too far behind. I felt him swelling and not too long after, I felt him twitch.

I can finally say I got what I wanted.

Our panting was the only sound that was heard along with the blurred music. I could feel his eyes staring hotly at me through the mirror. It made me flush even harder.

What we did was raw and intense. Pure knock you off your feet. I would go again if I didn't feel so numb below. My orgasms were quick and much needed and it was all thanks to this lovely gentleman.

Words didn't escape his mouth nor did his eyes give off any emotion. Not even a hint of what he could possibly be thinking.

I didn't know if I should speak. Maybe not. I will just make this more awkward for myself and embarrassing.

I felt him move, forcing me to bite my lip at the small good feeling of him. He pulled off the condom and pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.

I did my best to stand as straight as possible while pulling down my dress. My legs were sensitive to weight at the moment and I had to use the sink to keep from falling over.

He turned to the exit of the bathroom, not saying a word while throwing the used condom away.

"Can I at least have your name?" I questioned just as he placed his hand on the door.

He paused, turning to face me. "No." And he was gone.

Rolling my eyes, I got myself together. That man was different from anyone I have ever met but I was crazy to like the challenges.

That is what he is. A challenge. I was going to keep my word on not coming back and causing trouble but I didn't take credit for the people I knew in here.

I was going to do my research on him. Why? Because....he's an interesting challenge waiting to be accepted.

The question is, should I really accept?