Wrong bride of the mafia

Chapter Two

Sebastian's POV

I shut my eyes as I remembered the incident of the previous night. It was so good. I could feel myself getting aroused just by thinking about it. Her scent was literally all over me. I could smell it. No matter what I thought it remained so.

The party the previous day was useless to me because of the things that clouded my mind. My father gave me an ultimatum; I get married or I don't get to inherit the Mafia gang he owned. It has always been my dream to inherit that gang and when it was time my father had to do this to me.

I didn't want to get married. I hated commitment. I slept with a lady and that was it. If she was good, I slept with her a couple of times and gave her a couple of millions to keep her in check. That was it but now my father needed me to ‘settle down’ like he called it.

How was I going to get a lady to get married? The hoes I had slept with were not decent enough to be married to me and even if I chose one of them, Dad would instantly reject the idea. I knew this and so it was a tough decision for me.

I was so lost in thought at the party and even when that lady approached me, I didn't even notice until she called me a creep. Just when I wanted to ask what she meant by that, she fell into my arms, muttering, “Hot”

I could have left her there but in my tipsy state, I could not think properly so I took her to my room. I planned to leave the room after as I had to keep drinking but she stopped me, slamming her lips into mine as she muttered “Hot” again.

It was not long after, I realized her drink must have been spiked. I tried to keep my distance but she was enticing. Her kisses were warm and cosy. Her body was soft and calming. I remember vividly worshipping her body.

Her insides felt like it was meant for me. Access into her was tough but also easy. Her moans were all I could hear. She made me moan in satisfaction. The only problem was that I fell asleep almost immediately after I came. I had told myself to make sure to keep her as one of my toys. She was good.

Unfortunately, when I woke up my phone was ringing. Once I picked it up, I quickly changed and left the room without looking at the lady whom I had spent the night with. I had told myself once I got back I would see her face and pay her handsomely to stay by my side.

She did not look like a street worker so I was sure Dad would not suspect a thing if I brought her forward as my bride. He would surely be happy. I knew I would sign a contract with her. Our relationship will only be for the public and indoors just s*x because surely I wanted to keep sleeping with her and other girls too.

I could not even wait for the car to park properly before pushing the door open and jumping out of the back seat into the building. I needed to see that lady or I would go crazy. I don't know how to explain it but I felt different not being close to her.

Quickly, I passed the front desk, into the elevator pressing the top floor button and in no time I was walking down the hallway towards my room. With a smile, I swiped my card on the security lock on the door before turning the lock.

My smile turned upside down when I saw the room empty with a scattered bed. I walked to the bed, grabbed the covers and threw it to the side. The bed was indeed empty. I walked to the bathroom, bringing my ear closer to the door to check if she was inside but on hearing nothing, I turned the knob and went in.

Empty. She wasn't there. This outcome hurt me in ways I could not understand. She was just a lady I met at a party and slept with so why was it hurting me that I did not meet her in my room? After all, that was money not wasted for me.

She didn't ask for payment and from the look of things nothing was missing in the room. I sat at the edge of the bed, my thoughts running wild. I could not even get a name worse. I could not remember her face. I only looked at her once and that was when she was in my arms.

If I did more, I would have no memory of it. I didn't even have a memory of her face because of how drunk and absent-minded I was. Does that mean I would never see her again? The thought was making me think in a way I could not explain.

I remembered her voice but it was so vague in my mind. I tried to calm my nerves. “She is just an ordinary girl. There was no need to be upset about her disappearance” I told myself but it was not working to get rid of the feeling I had. I needed to find her and with my vague memory and not knowing her name, I was at a crossroads.

I thought for a while, my eyes darting around the room as her scent was still all over the place. Eventually, I stood up to leave the room. It seemed I was going to find a way to find her. A step forward and I felt I stepped on something; a key chain.

Slowly, I picked it up, analyzing it by moving it around my fingers. There were only two words inscribed on it and surely it will aid my search.

'Beth J’