The Mafia Boss' Obsession

CHAPTER 13

Everyone at the party seems curious about her. They’re the center of attention now. He can't help but make up stories. He brought this on himself, so he needs to play the part, and hopefully she'll also play along.

Oh, Alexandra is the daughter of a business tycoon I met in Paris. Their family owns two hundred fashion boutiques all over the world, "he said proudly."

A fashion boutique? Why does she look like a walking fashion disaster then? I mean, look at her. " One of the ladies said, referring to her.

The other ladies laughed and made fun of her appearance.

"You're basically wearing garbage!" the lady in a white halter top gown said.

I think you're a witch! You gave Mr. Evans some love potion. That's why he's acting weird! " The lady wearing a red tube top dress was added.

"Right, we know his type," another lady wearing a black shiny dress said, and she walked towards me and clung to his arm. His pretend girlfriend stepped away from him because the lady in the black dress pushed her. She almost fell down, but some gentleman caught her. He felt a wave of relief when he saw that, but he couldn't understand why.

"Get your filthy hands off of me," he coldly ordered, but she didn't even budge. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck. He loves women and he enjoys the attention he’s getting from them during these kinds of occasions, but it's as if someone is controlling him now because he pushes the lady, causing her to fall and crash into a walking server holding a tray of assorted appetizers. Some shrimp and celery sticks got into her hair. Everyone looked in her direction. She shrieked because of embarrassment.

He just gave her a blank stare and was about to pull that woman away from the crowd, but he couldn't find her anymore. He tried to search for her all over the hall, but he thought she had already sneaked out of the party in the middle of that commotion.

Ignoring all the people calling him, he hurriedly ran towards the door and decided to leave the party earlier. He has to look for her. She may not be familiar with this." Also, she doesn't have a car. A while ago, he noticed that there were only a few cars passing by in this area.

He stopped by the security post to ask. "Hey officer, have you seen a lady wearing a blue top and a long brown skirt?" He’s not sure why he’s doing all of this for that woman whom he didn't even know, not even her name.

"We don't, sir, sorry. Who is she? We can check the CCTV cameras for you, "the security told him.

"Alright, but please make it quick. I need to find her. " Terrence was all shaky and kind of feeling nervous. This day is the weirdest day he has ever felt in his entire existence. The security began checking all the camera frames on the monitor. After a few minutes, he reported back.

I'm sorry, sir. We weren't able to find her. Do you have her phone number? We can try to locate her using GPS, "he said.

He shook his head in disappointment, thanked him and drove away.

"Where the hell are you, woman?" he angrily muttered to himself. He slowed down driving so he could find her. He looked to the left and to the right side of the road, hoping to find a damsel in distress, but found no one.

He felt a pang of pain in his chest. He doesn't know where this emotion is coming from. The pain he’s feeling right now is almost the same pain he felt when his dad died. It's unexplainable and unbearable. For the first time, a tear fell from his eyes because of a woman.

He stopped the car on the side of this dark street because his vision was starting to get blurred.

He slammed my forehead against the steering wheel several times out of frustration.

What's happening to me?! Why am I acting like this?! '

I am Terrence Vaughn Evans. The Black Scorpion, leader of a fear-mongering group, I am a mafia boss. I am a womanizer. I'm not afraid of anyone or anything. Women cry for me. I make and break rules. But I'm weeping now for someone I don't even know. ’ He tried to convince himself that he was the same Terrence as before, but he knew that something had changed.

"Goddamn Terrence, stop this!" he furiously scolded himself. He wanted this feeling to stop. He decided to go somewhere where he would feel like his former self again.

He decided to go to the club and pick up ladies for a good fucking.He needed to get that woman off his mind. He even forgot about the Savannah incident and how he had tried to avoid picking up women recently because of what happened to him.

The club looks more packed tonight because it's Friday. He went to the usual spot reserved for him and waited for his usual drink, a bottle of Dalmore 40-year-old Single Malt Scotch Whiskey.

While waiting, he started scanning the dance floor for a potential mate tonight. He spotted a lady wearing a body-fitting royal blue dress dancing wildly on top of the stage. He thinks she'll be a perfect companion tonight.

When the waiter arrived, he asked him to call the lady in blue and ask her to sit with him. He gave him a three-hundred dollar tip and he happily obliged.

He poured some whiskey into a glass to calm his nerves, but for some reason, he still felt agitated.

Luckily, the lady in blue agreed to join him.

"Hi, you were asking for me?" she said as she approached the table. She leaned down a bit, so he got a good look at her perfectly rounded bosom.

He smiled to greet her and had her sit beside him. "Hi. Yes. Thank you so much for accepting my invitation. I'm Terrence. And you are? " He asked.

She gave me a seductive look as she held out her hand and introduced herself, "Lexy." "Nice to meet you, Terrence." He reached for her hand and just as he was about to kiss it, he froze when he remembered her hand, how he held her hand as they walked inside the party venue an hour ago.

"What the hell was that memory?!"

"Hey, are you okay?" He returned to my senses when she snapped her finger in front of his face.

Oh, uh–sorry about that. I just remembered something, "he stammered while explaining his unexpected behavior.

Damn it! This isn't working well for me. '

It's alright, "she sweetly smiled and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Another memory flashed on his mind again, her face inches away from him. With that in mind, he unconsciously pushed the lady in front of him away.

Her elbow hit the corner of the table, and she almost fell off the couch.

"Ow! What was that for? "she exclaimed while rubbing her elbow with her palm.

Terrence! Stop this nonsense! ' He’d already scolded himself several times in his mind. The last straw was when he thought he saw her inside the bar wearing the same clothes she was wearing a while ago. He stood up and left the bar, but it was just his imagination.

That night, he dreamed about her. In his dream, we're getting married on a beautiful island.