The Mafia Lord's Daughter

CHAPTER 2

"I just want the directions to the restroom." She told him. The strange guy pointed in the direction she was already going, and she walked in that direction, staggering and holding the wall. The guy ran to her aid, held her hand, and walked her to the restroom, pushing through the crowd.

Grace turned and thanked him before entering the door, which had the description 'Ladies Only.'

She saw a boy and a girl disentangled from each other when she walked in.

"Carry on; I didn't mean to interrupt."

They hid their faces, but Grace wasn't interested in looking. She ran out of the place to see the guy from earlier pressed on the wall. He looked like he had been waiting for her.

"Were you waiting for me?"

He rubbed his palm on his face and answered, "I needed to check if you were okay." He slipped his hands into his pockets, standing erect. "Are you?"

Grace shook her head. "The restroom is filled. I wish there was somewhere I could pee. I am pressed right now. "

The guy scratched the back of his head. "If only you could follow me to my crib. It's not so far from here?" He looked like he wasn't sure. Grace was too pressed to wait for another second.

"Can you get me there now?" She demanded.

"Cool." He held her hand and led her out of the noisy room. She walked hand in hand with him in the cold and quiet street till he reached his apartment, which was few blocks away from the club. He struggled to get his key while Grace twisted and twisted, holding the pee in.

When the strange guy finally unlocked the door, she ran in and was welcomed by a faint smell of weed mixed with weed and a wet wall. It wasn't very pleasant, but she wanted to ease herself before thinking of anything else. He led her to the bathroom, where she rushed in immediately and pulled up her gown, revealing her black lace panties, and he looked away immediately. Grace laughed.

"You look tough for a shy guy." She called out. He didn't reply, so she went ahead and peed, moaning as she felt at ease again. She cleaned up and turned on the flusher. He was standing there, looking at her, when she walked out of the bathroom.

"Washed your hands?"

"Yes, mom." She rolled her eyes, raising her hands.

"Okay. I should take you back to the club. Your folks should be looking for you already." He said, picking up his jacket.

"My folks? How are you sure I came with someone? Do I look like someone who has been babied all her life?"

"No offense. I saw you and your boyfriend when you all walked in."

She busted out, laughing. "Nathan?" "I know you better than I know that dude, just give me water."

Immediately after he left her, she started studying the house. It was a self-contained house. She slumped into the bed. She loved how it smelled; she wrapped herself in the blankets, inhaling it.

"Ma'am, your water is here," he called out. She rolled out on the bed till the sheets were completely off her body. She caught him staring, and he immediately looked away, stretching the glass of water toward her.

"Thank you, shy boy." She took the glass from him and drank it.

"I'm not shy. And don't call me a shy boy. I have a name."

Grace studied his face. "What's your name, Harden? Or Harris?"

"Whatever gives you the impression that that's my name?" He took the glass away from her, taking it to his kitchen. Soon, he was back, and she was laid out on his bed.

"Because that's basically what hot jocks are named. Tell me, did you do in high school? Captain of the football team?"

"I'm going to ignore that you just called me hot and concluded my life history just by looking at me." He glanced at her. "I wasn't part of any team back in high school."

"Beats me."

"My name is Xavier. Now you can return to the club since you seem pretty alright to me." The strange guy, who now had a name, stood up from the table he had been resting on.

She gripped the edges of the bed and was already too comfortable here to go back. Besides, no one was looking for her now. Her mind flashed back to Faye, but Faye might be getting high on weed or alcohol with her new best friends. She didn't feel like being alone in the club.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"You'll have to contend with me, then." Xavier tried to drag her out of bed, but she pulled him down and got on top of him, trapping him with her thighs firmly. She smirked at his surprised expression. He must have taken it easy on her because he thought she was one of those girls who didn't have the most basic survival skills. "What are you going to do now, Mr. Xavier?" She mocked. He took her by surprise, turned her over, and she was beneath him now. He returned the smirk.

"I see you won't go down without a fight." She laughed at him. "I like you." She said before leaning in to kiss him. It caught him by surprise. She laughed at his surprised expression.

"What, you're scared of that too? I see the way you look at me. I know you want me as much as I want you. Let's do away with this tension already."

With that, Xavier returned the kiss gently as if he was trying to get her permission, then hungrily and roughly, how she liked it. He pulled away from her, studied her body, and then removed her gown, leaving her in her black lace panties and bra. She heard him groan. She copied him. She unbuttoned his shirt while looking into his eyes. She had read in books that this was sexy, and she could see why. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down, revealing his undies, trapping his balls. They threatened to be released from this prison, and Grace did just that, introducing them into her wet, warm mouth.

She heard him groan, holding her hair with one hand and supporting his hand on the wall with the other. She smiled at how much this affected him. She released it when she saw he was close, smiling devilishly at him. He had looked like a hungry beast ready to pounce, and only she was the prey tormenting him.

As his eyes trained on her, he struggled to get his legs off his pants. When it finally came off, he jumped on her, unclasped her bra, and removed her panties. Grace loved this man. This was about to be a very memorable night. They thrust and moaned through the night as the creaking bed was the only witness to the damage they did to each other. Grace wasn't sure how she would face this man tomorrow, but she was glad he was someone she would not see again.

***

Tap, tap

Grace woke up immediately, irritated by the disturbance. She brushed off her hair from her face as she looked up at the source of the disturbance. It was the fine man from last night. Grace could have known this man looked hotter every time she saw him, but now it was even more difficult to cut ties with him.

"I have somewhere to be this morning." "Come on."

He must be a morning person, because who wakes up so early in the morning? Grace checked her phone; she slapped her face. She must have forgotten it at the club. No wonder her loud ringtone hadn't woken her up all night long. And somehow, she liked it. When Grace caught his gaze, she knew that Xavier's eyes had been on her naked boobs.

"You pervert." She spat, smiling.

Xavier looked away, embarrassed about getting caught. He walked towards his wardrobe and pulled a black shirt over his jeans. Did this man have anything that wasn't black?

"Come on. I need to take you home." He called out, returning to her. "Put on some clothes."

"Okay, Dad." They were back to reality, and reality meant being treated like a child and pampered like an egg. It was good that they woke up this early; that way, no one would see her slipping back into the house.

"Don't look back." She motioned as she picked up her underwear, quickly wore them back, and then wore her black dress. She raked her hair with her fingers and picked up her purse next to the mirror. Xavier turned to her and gave her a sexy smile with his eyes lost on her face first and down to her skimpy dress.

"You're really beautiful", he muttered; a fresh tension built between them with her gaze fixed on his lips…