Dangerous Desires Part 1: A Mafia Romance (Corrupt Me series)

by A. G. Khaliq

  His words gave me butterflies…

  I felt like a teenager with a school crush.

  He made me feel so special.

  And it made the guilt of me being a secret agent eat me up inside.

  He didn’t know who I was at all.

  But I couldn’t help myself. And I knew he fucking couldn’t, either.

  In this moment, I wished that it could be just me and him…

  I wanted to forget about the Secret Service, and to put everything behind me.

  He was making such an effort with me…

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  And it was so sweet of him.

  I just wanted happiness…

  I just wanted to forget about everything just once,

  And be happy,

  Enjoy myself,

  With a man who actually wanted me, Not like the trash I'd had in the past.

  I wanted to make the most of this while it lasted.

  Donte tilted my chin up to face him, snapping me out of my thoughts.

  “So what do you say?” he asked sheepishly. “I'll pick you up from your place tomorrow? Let's say 7 P.M?”

  “I'd love that,” I blushed. “I'm really looking forward to getting to know you better, Mr Abruzzi.” I coughed. “I mean, Donte.”

  Donte let out an appreciative chuckle.

  “You're cute,” he smirked, with his hands on his hips.

  He gave me a peck on the cheek, and I did the same for him.

  “I'll see you tomorrow,” I greeted, and he waved back at me, before I bent out of the car and made my way back to my apartment.

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  I let out a sigh as I watched Sapphire walk away from me.

  Jesus Christ, this girl was gorgeous.

  Aside from how sexually frustrated she’d just fucking left me. The way she moaned and whimpered at me just touching her velvety sensitive fucking skin. I was imagining how she would react when I kissed her, or pleasured her in other ways she could never imagine…

  Fucking hell.

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  She made me want to be a better man.

  I couldn't wait to see where this went…

  She actually made me happy.

  Being around her…

  It made me so damn happy.

  She wasn’t just beautiful. She was funny, and deep down, she was kind and caring too. She just put her guard up to stop herself from getting hurt, and she had every right to do that.

  I let out a deep breath, heat roaring through my body as my blood began running cold at the realization that I couldn’t stop this guilty feeling. This feeling overwhelming my brain, and making me feel like utter shit.

  There were some things about me that she didn't know about yet…

  About my family, and what we dealt with behind our businesses. She didn’t know shit about the Mafia, and how we were laundering their dirty money to get them off our backs and let us live our lives.

  But I would tell her in due time.

  She deserved the truth…

  I just wasn’t ready to tell her yet.

  I didn't want to scare her off before she even had the chance to get to know me…

  Because we’d only just made up and got on good terms again. I couldn’t make our 241

  connection suffer with another blow.

  Because this bomb-shell would probably shake her up for sure. And I didn’t know if her opinion of me would change after she found out.

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  The next day, I paced around the outside corridor of my flat, bundling with nerves as I thought about the date that I was going to have with Donte tonight.

  As I paced around, I fell slap-bang straight into Maisie. I jolted back, flushing pink with embarrassment.

  Maisie started cracking up with laughter.

  “Hey girl,” she giggled.

  “Hey Maisie,” I replied awkwardly. “I 243

  didn't see you there.”

  Maisie guffawed in response.

  “How are you doing?” she asked, with her hands on her hips. “I haven't seen you around much lately.”

  “I've been so caught up with work,” I admitted exhaustedly, yawning because I was so damn tired.

  “Don't worry about it girl,” Maisie sympathized. “Millie has gone to Los Angeles to see her family, so she won't be around for a few weeks. I was wondering if you wanted to come watch Netflix and stuff our faces with ice-cream?”

  I smiled at her. I really, really could do with a Netflix night.

  “Girl, I totally would,” I grinned. “But I actually have a date tonight.”

  “You have a date?” she replied, in disbelief. Her eyes lit up, and she started clapping her hands as I giggled. “Finally, you decide to loosen up a little. Who's the lucky fella?” She rubbed her chin in thought. “Or lady?”

  “Mr Abruzzi,” I coughed.

  “Mr Abruzzi?” she repeated, stunned.

  “I mean Donte,” I mumbled.

  “Your boss?!” she yelled in delight, looking like she was about to faint.

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  I couldn’t help but to chuckle at what a clutz she was. I was so happy to be friends with her.

  “Damn girl,” she said coyly. “You need to get you some of that.”

  “He's been so sweet to me,” I admitted, finding myself blushing as I thought about him.

  “The least I can do is give him a chance.”

  “Finally you used your brain and realised how sexy he actually is,” Maisie sighed, rolling her eyes.

  I let out another chuckle.

  “You can't just stand there!” Maisie accused, mind-blown.

  “Why?” I denied.

  “We've got to get you ready!” she exclaimed.

  “Oh…” I began. “I was just going to wear some trousers and a top.”

  “Don't be ridiculous,” she shot back, pointing her finger up pretentiously. “You can wear some of Millie's clothes.”

  I shot her a repulsed expression.

  “And I'm not taking no for an answer!”

  she said excitedly, and then ran behind me and began shoving me towards her apartment door, before I even had the chance to protest.

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  She led me to her massive walk-in wardrobe, that her and Millie shared.

  “Try on some of these clothes!” she asserted happily.

  “They're all so revealing,” I remarked, repulsed.

  “So what?!” she retorted. “Go on!”

  I rolled my eyes, knowing that when Maisie had her eyes set on something, she never took no for an answer.

  I walked exhaustedly towards the changing room, ready to change in-and-out of several outfits, much to my displeasure. I could hear Maisie giggle as I walked away from her, and I couldn’t help but to chuckle.

  I changed into the first outfit, which was a tight pink mini-dress paired with pink high-heels. I stared at myself in the mirror, enjoying the view of the dress and how it hugged my body and curves, but then I bit my lip anxiously, as I realized that my bruise was on display entirely. I couldn’t go out like this…

  I sighed, sliding out of the dress to try on another. I tried on a tight blue sequinned bodycon dress, and I loved this one even more than the first. It made my waist look slim, and my ass look round and peachy. I twirled around 246

  in it in front of the mirror…

  But then I realized that this one put my bruise on display, too.

  I could feel my eyes well with tears in embarrassment.

  Embarrassment that I couldn’t wear pretty clothes that I wanted, because of such an ugly mark on my leg…

  I let out a deep breath, before changing into another dress, certain that this one would be the one for me. It was a little longer in length than the other dresses that I’d tried, so I was sure that this one would be okay. It was a tight black dress with a zipper at the bust that teased my cleavage. It fitted my body like a glove.

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p; I smoothed my hands over my ass, pleased with how it looked in the mirror. I turned around so that I was facing the front, and darted the direction of my eyes to my leg. I jolted back in horror as I saw the bruise there, in all its glory, exposed even in a dress that was a little longer.

  The tears were spilling down my cheeks now, and I couldn’t even stop them.

  “You can see my bruise in all of these fucking dresses!” I screamed angrily, and then broke down into sobs. I couldn’t help myself. I felt so damn shit, so damn insecure about myself, that it twisted my heart into knots…

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  Why did God have to curse me with this…

  Leave the mark of that bastard on me for the rest of my life…

  I shook my fists angrily, my blood boiling to the surface of my skin.

  “Babe, what's taking you so long?!” Maisie called out.

  “No, don't come in yet!” I said desperately in shock.

  But obviously, Maisie wasn’t going to listen…

  She walked into the dressing room, rubbing her chin in thought. I turned away from her angrily, desperately pleading with myself that she wouldn’t look at me and she would leave me alone.

  “Babe, why are you crying?” she asked, stunned.

  “Don't look at me, please!” I begged, sobbing.

  “Why?”

  She jolted back, surprised.

  “Get out!” I screamed, raging.

  “Sapphire, what's going on?” Maisie folded her arms, with a concerned expression on her face. “You look beautiful.”

  “Do I look beautiful now?!” I seethed, as I 248

  turned around to face her properly.

  Maisie jolted back in shock, as her eyes darted to my leg.

  “Oh my God…” she murmured,

  mortified. “Sapphire, how did you get that bruise?!”

  I didn’t respond. I was so angry, so upset at myself… that I couldn’t even will myself to speak.

  “Babe, tell me…” Maisie murmured.

  “You can trust me.”

  I shuddered, shaking my head. “I don't want to talk about it.”

  “God, I've fucked up so badly,” Maisie mumbled timidly. “I've been such a bitch.

  Pushing you to wear revealing clothes… When you weren't comfortable.” She shuddered. “Babe, I had no idea…”

  “Look at how ugly I am, Maisie,” I said quietly, tears streaming down my face. “How can anybody want this?! A bitch who has her ex's initial carved on her goddamn leg!”

  “You're fucking gorgeous, babe,” Maisie denied, folding her arms angrily. “Don't doubt that for a second.” She broke off her sentence, exasperated. “So it was your bastard ex that did this to you…” She let out a sharp intake of breath. “Baby, I'm so sorry…

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  “You told me he was toxic… But I had no idea that he was capable of this.”

  I hugged Maisie, sobbing against her chest. I’d never spoken to anybody about this before, I’d never had a shoulder to cry on, or somebody to vent to about my problems…

  But I had a friend in Maisie. She was here to listen to me…

  She was here to let me kick and scream, without judgement.

  She was here for me…

  And that was all that mattered to me.

  “Babe, he's an ex for a reason…” Maisie sighed. “Now that he's out of your life, he can't hurt you anymore…

  “I know that it doesn't change what he did…

  “But you can't let him dictate your life.”

  “I know…” I whispered shakily, trembling against her embrace.

  “Babe, you're beautiful,” she sighed.

  “Bruise or no bruise… You'll never be able to move on if you don't give a guy like Donte a chance. He seems like he really cares about you.

  He wouldn't hurt you.”

  “I know he wouldn't…” I admitted, shuddering. “I'm just scared of hurting him…”

  “How would you be able to hurt him?”

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  Maisie asked uneasily, her eyes narrowing.

  “You're both head over heels for each other.”

  Because I'm a secret agent… I screamed to myself internally. I’m a fucking monster…

  A sudden vibration of my phone caused us both to jolt upwards.

  “Is that him?” Maisie asked awkwardly.

  I stared at my phone, to see that Donte had sent me a text message.

  “He's waiting outside,” I mumbled.

  “Okay, I'll find you something else to wear,” Maisie replied. “But you can't do this forever, Sapphire. It doesn't matter if you have a bruise, you're still fucking beautiful, with a gorgeous body that’s worth flaunting. It’s our imperfections that make us unique, that make us beautiful.”

  I bit my lip uneasily, knowing that she was right.

  “You need to learn to love yourself. But I know that the longer you have it, you’ll never stop torturing yourself with the memory of your ex-boyfriend,” Maisie said awkwardly. “Maybe get skin surgery on the area if you're uncomfortable… Wipe your ex from your memory for good.”

  “Maybe,” I agreed timidly.

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  was a low-cut floor-length floral maxi dress, with a slit up the side of my left thigh – my leg that didn’t have the bruise on it. My heart hammered against my chest as I stared at myself in the mirror. The dress was so beautiful, and I looked great in it – I was finally starting to gather my confidence back again with the help of Maisie.

  “You look beautiful, babe,” Maisie smiled.

  I scratched my arm, doing my best to cheer myself up before I went out there to see Donte.

  “Now put a smile on your face and go out and enjoy yourself,” Maisie grinned. “You deserve to be happy, babe.”

  “You're right,” I replied sheepishly. “I need to stop letting the thought of my ex ruin my outlook on life.”

  “That's the spirit, girl. Looking like that, I know Donte won't be able to keep his hands off you,” Maisie said provocatively, winking at me.

  I let out an appreciative giggle, allowing myself to relax. I felt a lot better now than I did before.

  “Maisie?” I began.

  “Yeah, babe?”

  “Thank you for being here to talk to me,”

  I breathed. “It feels a lot better getting things off of my chest… Talking about the stuff that's been 252

  eating me up on the inside.”

  “You know I've got you, girl,” Maisie reassured me, pointing her finger up happily.

  “Now don't keep your man waiting. Get out there and enjoy yourself! He'll be drooling the minute he sees you.”

  I giggled again, before waving at her as I walked out of her apartment.

  And then I let out a sigh…

  I was ready to see Donte.

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  POINT OF VIEW OF UNKNOWN MAN

  WATCHING MAYA

  I stared at Maya with my binoculars, as she walked out of her apartment block. She was wearing a stunning gown, and she had a wide smile on her face. She looked so beautiful… I 254

  wanted to take her right there and then. To have her back in my goddamn arms.

  She looked a little nervous, but I couldn’t quite figure out why.

  And then that was when I saw him.

  She wasn’t alone.

  She was walking towards a man.

  Donte fucking Abruzzi.

  That fucking scum, who thought he had the right to have her.

  I wanted to run over to him and squeeze his neck, making him plead for air as I beat him till he was blue in the face.

  That fucking bastard should have known better than to put his filthy hands on what was mine.

  But I had to make myself scarce. I couldn’t be seen here in the city, or watching Maya, or I would be in big trouble.

  So I did my best to keep my cool, before I turned on my heel, and began walking away fro
m the area.

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  but to feel undone at his gaze. He stared at me as if I was a goddess. Like I was the sexiest person in the whole world, and that nobody else existed, apart from him and I…

  I could feel butterflies hammer against my chest. He took steps closer towards me, and pulled me in for a hug, in his big, heavy, strong arms. I felt safe in them. A feeling that I hadn’t felt for a long time…

  I enjoyed his embrace, and hugged him tighter. I realized that my make-up was probably rubbing against his clothes, but I didn’t fucking care.

  “You look gorgeous tonight, Sapphire,”

  Donte murmured against my ear.

  “Thank you,” I smiled sheepishly, as I pulled away from him. “You don't look so bad yourself.”

  Donte chuckled in response.

  “Wow, are you actually complimenting me?” he smirked sarcastically.

  I let out a nervous giggle as I stared back at him. He looked gorgeous, in his tight black jacket, and his black trousers. I could hardly take my eyes off of him. He made sinful, delicious thoughts run through my mind just by looking at him.

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  off that day in his car, and I didn’t even care. This man made me feel so good about myself, that I didn’t even feel like getting intimate with him so soon would be rushing things. We were both already so serious about each other, and we were both clearly on the same page.

  I couldn’t wait to see where this night would take us.

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  She really did look fucking stunning in her long dress.

  It complimented her figure perfectly…

  She had a fine ass, long legs, thick thighs, and cleavage that went on for days.

  She woke up an animal in me that I didn't even know existed.

  I hated how insecure she was about her appearance. To me, she was fucking gorgeous in every way possible. She didn’t realize that she 258

  didn’t need to look like the famous Instagram models that society looked up to, to be beautiful.

  She was unique, and I loved that quality about her.