Entangled With The Mafia Boss

Chapter Five

After having a release three more times in God knows how many minutes, Andrea’s legs start to feel shaky but the masked man shows no sign of stopping soon. Andrea wonders how he still has enough strength to hold her up and still continue grinding her back without his dîck burning from the continuous friction.

“I’m…. I’m tired”, she whispers weakly.

“I know”, he groans but he doesn’t stop. “I just want to have a release. I’ve never had one in any of my séxual escapades and I freaking hate it. Not once. You have no idea…. What that does to me, to my ego. Most of the girls I’ve slept with think I have a problem. I see it in their pitiful gazes as they walk out of the room. Words would have gone around by now if I hadn’t threatened them not to say a word to anyone and that whatever…. Happens between us stays between us, if I hadn’t made them believe that they were the ones with the problem not me, that they were so bad in bed, I couldn’t even come. But I knew it was me. It was me all along. I switched to b**m thinking that I got turned on with pain but that didn’t work either. Nothing but he damn drugs I’ve been taking did.

You are the first woman in my life to ever make me get a hard on from just a frigging touch and I was hoping…. I was hoping I’ll finally be able to have a damn release finally but I’ve been going at this for minutes and it just won’t come!! It’s fúcking frustrating!”.

Andrea doesn’t say a word through out as he rants on and on while still grinding on her.

“Come for me”, she whispers and he freezes.

“What did you say?”. He asks, his tone slightly angry.

“I said….. Come for me”. She releases her palms from the wall and straightens her back. She wraps her arms around his neck while still backing him and starts to grind herself slowly on him.

He tightens his hold on her waist and leans down to nibble on her neck and earlobe. She c***s her head to the side to give him more access with her eyes closed, enjoying the feel of him on her and his warm tongue and mouth on her.

“You’re so big”, she whispers and he chuckles. The vibration of it sending tingles down her body.

“Your last boyfriend wasn’t?”.

“Naah, his prîck was quite small”.

“Well, that’s disappointing”, he says and she giggles.

“Tell me about it”.

He smiles but she doesn’t see it and let’s go of her but then he quickly holds her back when she’s about to fall. “Easy there”.

“Whose fault is it?!”, She snaps and he grins which she also doesn’t see.

“I think I’m to go with… Yours”. He snickers.

“Son of a bítch”, she grits.

“I think you should use the little energy you have to continue with your bathing. I'll have mine in one of the extra rooms bathroom”.

“If I pass out, I am so suing you to court”.

“Looking forward to it”, he murmurs then she hears the sound of the bathroom door closing. She tries to listen out for the bedroom door opening and closing but she doesn’t hear a thing. She sighs and picks up the soap, lathering it on her body.

When she’s done, she unconsciously reaches for the towel and wipes herself and her hair dry only to realize afterwards that she didn’t come in with a towel. Her eyes darts to the cloth hanger to see a white bathrobe hanging there.

“How thoughtful”, she murmurs with a smile and walks to the hanger to pick up the bathrobe. She wears the robe, ties the rope and picking up her previous outfits, she walks out of the bathroom.

In the room, the masked man isn’t there so she plops down on the bed, the little water left on her hair, dripping down the robe.

Having nothing to do, she reclines on the bed, her arms folded under her head and used as a makeshift pillow and closes her eyes.

The door to the room opens and the masked man walks in then pauses in his tracks, watching her with an unreadable expression on his face.

Without making any noise, he walks to the side table and picks up his mask and shades. He looks at them for a few seconds before sighing and putting them on. Now is not the time to show his face to her. He doesn’t know her, doesn’t even know if anything she’s said so far were all truths.

Just because she is the first woman to turn him on doesn’t mean he should be stupid and careless. He has a company to run, one silly mistake could ruin everything.

Though, the mere thought of having her pinned under him and hearing her scream his name in pleasure has him aroused, his dîck straining painfully hard against his sweatpants.

He might not have been able to have a release but she sure has hell has an effect on him. One that no woman has ever been able to have on him. Which is strange? What is so special about her? What does she have that the other girls don’t?. There’s only one way to find out, get to know her inside and out.

He tries to tuck his fingers in his hair but realizes the mask not only covers his face but his hair also. Groaning, he walks to the bed and sits down beside her.

“Sleeping?”, He asks. She opens one eye to look at him before closing it back.

“No. Was waiting for you to wear your mask and voice enhancer”.

“You’ve heard my voice without it so there’s no point in wearing it again”.

She opens her eyes completely and sits up. “Are you ready to answer my questions now?”.

“What are the questions?”.

“First what’s your name?”.

“Why are you so interested in knowing my name?”.

“So that I can stop calling you Mr. Masked man but if you want me to keep calling you that, I really don’t mind”.

“My name is Brian Dalton”. Andrea bites are lips and starts to tap her chin with her forefinger.

She shakes her head after a minute. “I don’t know who that is”.

“That’s the point of the whole mysterious persona thing. I don’t want anyone to know anything about me even though my company is well known”.

“Ah, the company. I was starting to wonder if it truly exists. What’s the name of your company?”.

He smirks. “Dark Knights Empire”. Andrea freezes when she hears the name. He’s right, that company is well known, in most part of the world actually. Even she has heard of it. It’s the one company no one knows anything about.

“But the name of the owner of ‘Dark Knights Empire’ isn’t Brian Dalton”.

“Oh really?”, He asks, the smirk still on his face.

“Actually no one knows anything about the owner. Not his name, or what he looks like because he’s always walking around wearing a…. Mask and shades”.

Andrea, you stupid, stupid girl. How couldn’t you have figured that out. You’re a special agent for the FBI for goodness sake, solving crime cases is what you do so why didn’t you put two and two together?!. She face palms herself mentally. But if it makes you feel any better, the Director also knew about the mask wearing and he also didn’t add two and two together so we’re both idiots.

“Exactly”.

“So you named your company the ‘Dark Knights Empire’. So you’re not only trying to maintain a mysterious persona but a dark one too”. Not a question but a statement but he still replies.

“Yeah, I guess so”.

“Not bad. Though I’m surprised none of your workers have sold you out to a TV station or a rival company”.

“They all signed a confidentiality agreement before they were fully hired. If they go against the contract, they’ll pay a fine of fifty billion dollars and if they cannot, they’ll be severely punished”. Andrea’s mouth snaps open.

“That’s a lot of money!”, She shrieks.

“At least, it will prevent them from going against the contract. A contract that you will also sign first thing tomorrow morning”.

“Tomorrow or today?”.

“Tomorrow. The time is eleven forty five PM”.

“Wow, thought we were already in today”. Andrea let’s out a loud yawn and starts to scratch her eyes. “I’m so tired”.

“You should rest. Tomorrow is going to be a long day”.

“What’s going to happen tomorrow?”, She asks as she yawns again and stretches her arms.

“Go to sleep Eliza before you swallow me whole”.

“Ha, ha, very funny”. She mocks with a roll of her eyes.

“One of these days, your eyeballs are going to pop out from rolling them too much. Lie down”. She rolls her eyes again and lies down on the bed on her back. Brian shakes his head and joins her on the bed.

“Good night Mr. Masked man”, Andrea says sleepily.

“Sleep. And don’t call me that, my name is Brian. You asked and I told you”.

“I think I prefer Mr. Masked man better”, she says with a sleepy grin.

“Go to bed Eliza”.

“My name’s not Eliza”, she murmurs, already starting to doze off. What she just said gets the attention of Brian. He sits up on his elbows and looks at her.

“What do you mean?”.

“My name is not Eliza”, she repeats.

“Then what is your name?”.

“Beth”. She says with a weak giggle and then drifts off to sleep. Brian shakes his head frustratingly. Should have expected nothing less.

He watches as her hair falls in a scattered manner around her. The way her mouth is slightly parted, how relaxed she looks. He moves closer to tuck the hair that fell over her face behind her ear, in the process, he notices some tiny freckles scattered all over her cheeks and nose. He bites his lower lip as he imagines what it would feel like to kiss her red cherry lips. His eyes travel down from her face to her chest. For someone so small, her bööbs are quite big so is her a$$. He licks his lips unconsciously as he imagines himself sucking those perky, smooth looking tittiés.

Then his gaze travels all the way down, but unfortunately, she’s covered up. He groans in pain when his dîck becomes painfully hard again. He had succeeded in getting it to deflate but now it’s back up again.

Damn thing has a mind of its own.

Groaning, he gets up and walks into the bathroom for a cold shower.

The next day, Andrea sits up on the bed and looks around groggily, wondering where the hell she is. Then the whole incident of yesterday come rushing back to her.

She moans in frustration and falls back on the bed. She was really hoping everything that happened the previous day was all a dream. She hasn’t even spent up to twenty four hours on the undercover job and yet, she feels like she’s been here for weeks.

Now that it’s a brand new day, she has to start figuring out ways to get the evidence. But where she’s going to start from, she has no idea. After coming up with possible scenarios in her head, she finally comes to a conclusion that starting in the office he has in the suite sounds like a great idea, at least it’s a start. There might not be anything incriminating but it’s worth a shot. Now the problem is, finding a way to get into the office without being seen or arousing any suspicion.

Then her thoughts drift off to what happened in the shower the previous day. How he kept humping her like his life depended on it. Her bútt feels really sore from it all. But if she’s being honest with herself, she enjoyed every bit of it.

She hits her cheeks continuously. “Concentrate An… Eliza, concentrate”. You can’t jeopardize this. Your career depends on it.

As she stretches and yawns, the door to the room opens. She hadn’t even noticed he was no longer on the bed with her.

“Good morning Eliza”. Brian greets as he walks to the bed.

“Good…. Morning. Hey what’s that on your hand?”, She asks, referring to the clothes bag he’s carrying.

“Your outfit for your first day of work”. Right, she’s supposed to start working for him today. Remember, you didn’t come with any change of clothes”. He drops the clothes bag on the bed.

“Oh, right, thank you”.

“No need to thank me. It’ll be deducted from your clothing allowance. You get a clothing allowance as my personal assistant”.

“Excuse me?!”, She shrieks.

“What? Did you actually think it was a gift?”.

“Uh, yeah!”.

“Sorry to burst your bubble but it’s not”, he says sounding anything but sorry.

“I’m surprised I get a clothing allowance though. Never heard of any organization or company where the personal assistants are entitled to a clothing allowance”.

“Well, my company does and you get one. Also, I expect you to dress appropriately”.

“Define appropriately”.

“No clothes on”, he smirks and she sighs.

“I expected nothing less”.

“Oh and one more thing”. Brian hands her a paper of about twenty pages.

“What’s this and why so many pages?”, She whines.

“That’s….. The confidentiality agreement contract, your hire contract and the other contract”.

“What other contract?”, Andrea asks absentmindedly as she flips through the pages.

“The contract that shows you agree to being my… Pleasure buddy and that the contract can only be nullified when I want it to. I suggest you read that part very carefully and let me know if there’s anything you’re not comfortable or satisfied with”.

“Why do we need to sign a contract for that? It’s not like I’m going anywhere”.

“That’s the problem, the trusting aspect. I only just met you yesterday. We haven’t even known each other for twenty four hours so I don’t trust you. I prefer to take all the necessary precautions. To be on safe side”.

“Ouch”, Andrea says and Brian shrugs a shoulder.

“It’s something you’ll do if you’re in my shoes”.

“Probably”, she murmurs.

“I’ll leave you to the contract, take as long as you need”.

“Don’t you have to go to work? You’ll be late”.

“I’m the boss Eliza, I can go in anytime I want. The punctuality rule does not include me or you since you’re my PA. I only go to work early when I have a business conference or meeting”.

“Oh okay”.

“Yeah. Read it carefully”. Saying that he walks out of the room, leaving her to the reading of the contracts. Taking a deep breath, she starts on the pleasure buddy contract.