SPEED DATING WITH A MAFIA KING

12. PERSONALITY DISORDER

The next morning, I walked out of the house holding my piping hot coffee, nearly burning me with the cold wind brushing my cheeks. It was not my morning, closing the door, having spent the night alone with everyone pulling all nighters.

I just could not stay in my office long after Azrail had left. He was confusing me, just spinning me around in circles.

My head picked up to freeze, with eyes falling on a person I had not thought I would see there in my wildest dreams. I frowned, taking a step closer with my heart already betraying me and my stand to keep away from Azrail.

Samuel bowed his head as I got closer, not able to wave back, so I smiled at him.

He pulled the door open, stepping aside. How long had they been standing there?

I frowned even deeper, my head peaking in and indeed, Azrail sat in his seat, a phone in his hand, typing.

The drizzle fell on me.

“ Uhm…, hi.” I greeted, no intentions of getting in the car at all, I was already late for work.

I bit my inner cheek, trying not to swoon over him but how could I not when the car smelt of him, when he looked so good, just stealing my breath away.

“ Get in the car Masha.” He said out, his phone locked and slipped into his pocket.

His head picked up, his body sliding through the seat to hold out his hand for me.

I had no chance.

My mouth opened to close before sighing.

Hell.

I gave him my cup of coffee, him holding it in the other hand, holding his right hand back to me. I took it, climbing in the car with the door soon closed behind me. I was too flustered, but too many things on me that took my attention. My bag was placed on the edge of the seat, my scarf pulled off.

The car was so warm, nothing compered to what was outside.

His hand slid out from my hold as mine froze, feeling as if he had just chopped off my hand, missing his touch.

I bit my lip, shifting again until I was comfortable. What was he doing there?

The way he had told me to get in, so roughly, so firmly and dangerous. I swallowed, him back in his seat. What would you expect?

I did not mind either since I had a few emails I had to attend to myself.

The ride was quiet, me attending to some problems where we had to release a press statement. I reviewed what had already been written, editing it and doing some research before adding more to the public statement we would release before sending it back.

My body froze, feeling eyes on me. My head picked up, finding Azrail staring back at me.

It took me by shock, not knowing what to do.

He was so confusing, not knowing what he was doing or thinking? What he wanted? He just dragged me along and I had to guess what was happening. It was so unfair.

“ If I offer you back your position at the organization, would you accept?” He suddenly asked with me taken back.

I swallowed, my hands itching. My mouth opened to close.

“ The offer will be sent, you can sign it or not, before the end of the day.” He said with me nodding my head. The frown was just too much.

Were we back together? Back to our old couple self?

It was confusing.

Azrail was smart and being a part of his visionary world was mind blowing. I wanted to be part of his revolutionary ideas, sure more crazy things were coming.

Yet, also working for the family company had always been my dream, something my parents had built, being part of it also just great. I did not know what to do. I smiled, and to think I was not even educationally qualified for any of the jobs. My two weeks trial was ending in a few days, not sure what position I would take up in the company, if any at all.

“ Okay, thank you, I will do so.” I answered, the car coming to a stop in the underground parking. The darkness filled the car so I could not see him and he did not say anything which left me no option than to slide out as the door opened.

I collected my things in hand only to look up and find him having slid to the seat I had occupied with my coffee in his hand. I thought he was going to hand it over to me but no. He slid to the edge, me stepping back with him hopping off the car.

The lights shone on him, staring at his full body view and fvck, he was the devil in the making. Each suit seemed as if the same with all the others, but each just having something that set it from the rest. His designers were something else, the three piece sitting on him so well.

My bag was soon taking from my hand with me just shocked.

What was happening? What was he doing?

I seriously was too weak for such things, my body turning, it obvious he was walking me in. One day he is cold, next he is hot. My head shook, my heel echoing with his arm ringing around my waist.

My head turned to him, trying to read him.

He seemed different and I was not sure if it was in a good way or bad way. It was in the way he stared at me, the way he was suddenly just holding me. It was aggressive and demanding, as if staking his claim. I would not lie, it burned something in me.

He clicked the button of the elevator, the doors opening with us walking in. He pressed on my office floor button, of course he knew the floor it was in, he had just been there the previous day. What did he not know? The doors closed, hiding away the car with the elevator moving.

My whole body was shaking, I was just going with whatever was happening. This man was going to mess me up seriously. My mind was processing way slow to what was happening right now. The elevator reached my floor, yet, before the doors could open, he hit the button to keep them closed.

My heart right then was hammering in my chest. I was probably still asleep, I was probably still dreaming. My head tipped to him, even though it scared the s**t out of me.

Who was this man?

He seemed to be having a personality crisis, seriously. When he came to my house, first time I saw him from my vacation, he seemed to be this changed happy person. That lasted for a day, next time I saw him, he seemed depressed and back in his shell. The next time he was even worse, then, yesterday he was something else. He seemed strong, knowing what he wanted and taking it with nothing to stop him.

His hand gripped tightly on my waist, my breath caught.

My cheeks burned hot, so shameless because of how weak I was to him, just falling on his whim. I was already heaving, his lips slowly moving to mine. That bastard teased me, keeping the gap between us for a few seconds, even brushing his lips on mine as I groaned out from such hell.

My whole body burned, holding on firmly to him, eyes closed, and I would have done anything for that kiss.

His free hand ran up my stomach, up my br£ast to my neck and settled on my jaw, holding me in place before lowering his lips into min. He took mine, taking what he wanted, drinking me in as I felt my feet tingle as if they were losing sensation.

His kisses surely had to be the best in the world, so passionate, a bit rough and demanding, yet so sweet I thought I was going to pee on myself.

He pulled away, me drawing in air with lips parted. His hand ran down my neck then br£ast to finally settle on my waist, turning back around.

I felt dizzy, feeling wheezy.

Was this going to be a daily occurrence, showing me no mercy? I wanted to turn around and push him to the elevator wall, ripping off his clothes. I wanted to run my hands through his hair. My face was pure red, seeing my reflection on the mirror, swallowing my shame away.

I hated this man so much.

He seemed to have turned even more wicked, my own demon. My heart skipped so many beats, holding on tighter to him as he hit the elevator button, with it dinging, the doors opening just immediately.

Just kill me right then.

So many of my team members were just standing there, sure they had been panicking when the doors did not open, knowing someone was in there. Only my family used that elevator, so it had been obvious I had been the one in it.

All eyes went wide, shocked, looking to Azrail who I am sure looked as if he was from a Bond movie, maybe a Hitman movie or something. He was like a Greek God and I could not help but feel proud because he was all mine.

I bit my lip, fvck, he was not mine!

He was confusing me. He was not mine and he had to stop this.

Even I was losing my mind over this.

We walked out, everyone scurrying away. I was just too taken to even wave, my brain cells fried with the door to my office opened for me. I stepped in, him closing the door and a shiver ran down my spine.

Azrail and me in the same room was suddenly not a good idea. He walked past me to place my coffee on my table.

“ It’s cold now.” He said, but coffee was the last thing on my mind. I walked to my chair, putting the bag down, taking off my coat and hanging it behind my chair. My scarf was thrown somewhere and I nearly backed away when I saw him walking near.

Please just stay away. I nearly cried out, I needed to think. He was getting me in some s**t.

He was so tall and so good looking. His six feet something body was soon before me with his broad shoulders. His shadow fell on me with my head tipped up to stare at him.

“ I am leaving for Spain. I will be back Friday and would love to take you somewhere.” He said with me swallowing.

He was just too evil, no way I would say no. Where was my spine? Gone with the wind. His arm circled around my waist.

I shook my head.

“ What do you want Azrail?” I suddenly asked, my voice low, showing my frustration. I was giving up on us, I was ready to let go. We tried too many times, and failed. We shared one beautiful night, I wanted to leave it at that and no more heart break which would end badly for me, once again.

“ You.” He said, a smirk spreading on his face, him lowering down with his hand running to my neck, rubbing on it, running up my nape and hair before pulling my lips into his, kissing me.

Bloody hell.

My hand ran up his back. He pulled back, but if he could just take me as if I belonged to him then I could do the same. My hand ran up to his neck, bringing him back to me to claim his lips. I missed his touch, missed him kissing all the places I had never imagined him kissing, missed him sliding in me and making me cry out his name.

The kiss went deeper, his hands soon gripping my hips so firmly, running his hands on my butt before he groaned. I could feel his hard manhood press on me and it had me crazy. My underwear was wet, so early in the morning.

His lips pulled away, me pulling him back down to take another kiss, so much more I wanted. Just one last time, just one more and we would be done. My hand slid down to his pants, never having seen him react like that, but then, we had never kissed that much.

His hand fell on my wrist, keeping my hand from running over his bulging c0ck. I could just take him in my mouth.

“ I have to go now.” He whispered to me, him pulling my hand up.

My face was burning hot, head pulling back, sure I looked a mess.

His hand let go of my wrist, his arm pulling from my waist.

It was amazing how easily he could just compose himself, his face just as if nothing happened, yet his d**k said something different. This was why I was leaving. Every time you poured yourself to Azrail, you ended up feeling like a fool because he was just emotionless.

He turned, the door opened and closed, me left collecting my messed up self. I did not have an office toilet, so I would have to walk past everyone to go to the toilet where I could clean myself and I just could not do it. I sat on my desk, my hand running through my hair.

Maybe we could just be friends with benefits.

I shook my head, knowing myself, I was too emotional for that. I was already too attached to the man, that would never work.

A knock came at the door, terrifying me because it was surely obvious what had happened in my office.

I pushed off the desk, running my fingers through my hair.

“ Come in.” I shot out, walking around to my chair, pulling it back.

My head picked up, seeing one of my team members carrying a cup of coffee.

“ This came up for you.” She said with me extending my hand to take it.

“ Thank you.” I said with her smiling so much, just knowing she wished she could ask me to spill, but we were not that close. I really needed someone to spill to, but my family was the only friends I had and they already disliked Azrail from all the drama that was happening. I did not want them to hate him even more because I still loved him.

Fvck me and my love live.

A knock came on my door at lunch time. One of my old guards back when I was Azrail’s wife walked in. He gave me lunch which was accompanied by a box of Azrail’s watches.

I did not understand this?

Did he think we were sorted?

Did he think we were back together?

What about the problems we had?

Or were we just going to push them under the rug? He did not communicate with me at all.

A sigh pulled from me, going on with my work until dinner was also brought up since I was working through the night. When I went to the toilet late at night, two of the guards were standing guard at my door, just staring ahead in the dark office like zombies. I had been so shocked, yet just walked on.

I guess I was back on Azrail’s wife list which frustrated me even more, having me to not even sigh his job contract.