Damien Yves Étienne's POV
"Ahh, why couldn't I get her out of my head?" I pondered as I sat on my room's couch. Michael Etienne, my father, was smoking tobacco directly in front of me. He looked at me, perplexed. "What's that? Do you have a woman who has piqued your interest?" he asked, smirking. "I guess," I replied, with a faint smile. He laughed when he heard my words. "Then I guess that woman is in danger, given how you, a mafia member, are interested in her," he responded. I had a frown on my face. "What can I do?" I said, crossing my arms, "I'll just hide my identity then."
I took a pack of cigarettes from my pocket and lit one up. "Phew," I exhaled, extinguishing the cigarette. "Mhm, I wonder. Won't that woman get hurt if you keep your identity hidden? Wouldn't it be better if she knew?" I was enraged when he said that, so I stood up and yelled, "Are you f*cking kidding me? Do you want me to tell the world that the Étienne family is secretly a Mafia family?"
The door to the room was suddenly opened. "Sir, I discovered someone eavesdropping on your conversation," says Luca, my right-handed man. "Huh?" I wondered, seeing no one else but… “Charlotte?” "Get off of me!" she yelled. "What happened?" my father asked as he stood up. "There appears to be a problem; Father, Luca, may I have a brief conversation with this lady?" I asked, crossing my arms. "Yes, sir," Luca said as he walked away with my father. Charlotte and I were the only two people who remained in the room.
"How much of it did you hear?" I asked, staring directly at her. "The part in which the Étienne family is secretly a family of mafias," she sighed. F*ck. I didn't want anyone, especially her, to know. It would have been simple to silence someone else, but this is her we're talking above. I messed up my hair and moved closer to her. What's strange is that she doesn't seem scared at all, despite knowing my secret. "What do you think of me now?" I inquired. "My opinions toward you have shifted, not for the better, but I'm here to propose a deal," she said, her eyes enticing.
"What's the deal?" I asked, perplexed by her sudden actions. "Have an affair with me," she said with a deep exhale. "Huh...?" I was perplexed. My heart was racing like crazy, but she kept a straight face. What precisely does she mean? "Pardon me, milady, but aren't you married, as you said? How can I do such a thing—" "Don't you want me to keep quiet about your secret? Have an affair with me in exchange for silence."
The offer was tempting, but it was also risky. "What exactly are you hoping to achieve by having an affair with me?" I inquired. She sighed, her face sad. "I don't like my husband; I've tried to divorce him, but every time I try, he hurts me. I need something to make him give up, and someone to protect me," she replied bluntly. I was taken aback by her sudden admission. "So your husband caused all of the bruises last night?" she shivered when she heard my words. "Yes," she said with a nod, and I sighed and moved closer to her. "So that someone is me, and that something is an affair?" I said, holding her right hand.
I looked her in the eyes, and she did as well. Despite knowing my secret, she looks at me bravely. I've never met a more courageous woman.... How enticing. I smirked and looked at her with a puzzled expression. "Shall we have an affair?" I inquired, kissing her hand. My heart was racing, and every second I spent with her became thrilling. I'm curious... What is she exactly? Her eyes glowed when she heard my response. "Really?" She was adorable at this point. Controlling myself is becoming increasingly difficult. "Yeah," I said, pulling myself closer and wrapping her arms around mine.
My gaze is fixed on her. I could feel her fast heart rate coming into contact with mine. It created an intriguing melody. I leaned in closer to her lips, sensing her warm breath, and savored her tongue. "Mhm," she remarked. I'd never kissed anyone before. Not to mention having an affair. However, this... It feels so f*ck*ng good that I feel like I'm in heaven. "Sh*t," I said as I continued to suck her, this time more vociferously than before. "Ngh, wait-" I braced my shoulders as she attempted to push me. It was simple to keep her in my arms.
"Hah... f*ck," I yelled as I pinned her against the wall. "You're so d*mn delicious," I said, my eyes fixed on her lips. I went to kiss her again and again, curling my tongue. Her breathing was becoming increasingly shallow. My left arm raised her soft thigh, my other arm behind her neck. It felt great rubbing her thigh. "D*mn.. I'm hard," I said, leaving a hickey on her neck. "Should we do it? But I don't have any condoms," I asked, rubbing my thing against her underwear. "Ngl... n-no... I don't want to be pregnant, at least not right now," she replied. When she replied, I burst out laughing.
"You're f*cking cute," I said as I kissed her again. Our saliva were mixed, and we were all breathing at the same time. It was ridiculously hot. Sweat ran down my back, and I couldn't take my eyes off her skin and lips. Is this how it feels to have a woman? "Damn, I'm sorry," I said as I grabbed her chest. "Ngl! Ha!" she exclaimed. Her chest were large and soft. The sensation of playing with it was terrific.
I had completely destroyed her clothes before I realized it. Her body was covered in bruises. That enraged me even more against his husband. Everything would be perfect if I could just kill him. I kept going without inserting it, teasing her with only rubbing. Her reaction was hilarious. I admired the voices she created and the perseverance she possessed. She was full of hickeys. It was three o'clock in the morning at the time. But I continued. At this rate, I'm turning into a beast.
"Hey... Do you think you can put up with me for another hour? No, let's go for days," I continued.
Charlotte Hayes' POV At this point, I believe I've gone insane. I'm not sure if I asked the wrong person or not. However, this... is simply excessive! "Huu..." Damien is a beast. At 11 a.m, the affair is still going on. At this point, I was sobbing. "S-Stop it! Please? Mhm?" I begged, my voice cracking. I'm losing feeling in my legs. He rubbed it against my thighs rather than putting it in. My eyes were welling up with tears and sweat. "I don't want to," he said as he continued. I'm curious what Jake is up to now that I haven't returned home. It was 12 noon when he finished because I had passed out. What would have happened if I hadn't collapsed? It frightens me just thinking about it. He emerged from the shower with a wet appearance. He's wearing a robe and using a towel to brush his hair. "Hey, it's time for you to take a shower," he smiled. I was completely naked in bed, covered only by the sheets. My clothes were strewn about and torn apart. Even the newly purchased heels broke.
Jake Hayes's POV I was preoccupied with work last night... or did I? "Hubby, when are you going to divorce with Charlotte?" asks Aviana Quincy, my lover of two years. I first met her before Charlotte and I married. We're currently staying at a five-star hotel, laying on the queen-sized bed in nothing but a white, comfortable robe. "Mhm, let's see... after I become the top actor in Los Angeles, I'll divorce her. The only reason I've kept her is because of her fame. Her elevated fame helped me a lot. She has asked me for a divorce multiple times, but I can't let her go that easily. I still need to use her," I chuckled, expressing my plan. Aviana joined in my glee, saying, "Poor Charlotte! She deserves to be used all over again! Hahaha!" I spent the warm night with my lover. Unlike someone like Charlotte, being with her would normally comfort me. The next morning, I awoke to the news that Charlotte had been invited to my boss' modeling event the night before on the television screen. "
Charlotte Hayes' POVWe went to Jake's agency, which Damien owns. I naturally wore the long silky red gown he had bought for me, along with a matching pair of glass slippers. I wore round black glasses and a black bucket hat to avoid drawing attention to myself. My heels clacked every time they collided with the slick floor as I walked gently through the corridor. Everyone in the room was staring at me. Who wouldn't notice Damien's firm grip on my soft, left hand as we walk?"Don't you intend to let go of my hand?" I asked, a little shyly. This is the first time I've received shy looks from the audience. Damien chuckles, demonstrating his mischievous nature. He obviously enjoys the situation. I just sighed discreetly. We took the elevator to the highest floor, which is his office, by pressing the buttons.The hallway in this part was even more exquisite. The floor was made out of marble, and the walls had magnificent minimalist designs that were pleasing to the eyes. Just one look, an
Charlotte Hayes' POV "Sharing? Who says I'm saying what's mine?" With a surprised expression, I looked at Damien. This was not a ruse. His comments, claiming me as his possession, perplexed me. Jake had a similar appearance to mine. He laughed awkwardly as he looked up at the ceiling. It's as if he's still deliberating over what to say next. Jake is a man of cunning secrets and manipulation. I'm curious what he'll say next. "I see. My wife is entirely yours, Mr. Étienne," Jake said, faking a smile. I shuddered. There was a part of me that wished he had stayed. I wanted to give him another chance to see if he would change. But I suppose not. He's still the same monster I know. Damien laughed and grabbed a piece of paperwork from the table. With his transparent, smooth pen, he scribbled on the thick, white documents. "Here," Damien handed the documents to Jake, which gave him a satisfied look. Those documents were probably approval documents. Jake's eyes brightened despite being dull
Damien Yves Étienne's POVI, Damien Yves Étienne, am known as 'Python' in the Mafia world because, like a python who wraps coils of its body around its prey and squeezes tight, I slowly wrap my prey until I devour. My family has a long history of Mafias, so now is the time for me to make a move and prove my worth in this dark and dangerous world. "Sir?" Luca inquired, perplexed as to why I hadn't responded to him yet. Changing the topic, I asked in an exhausted voice, "Anyways, how's father? Any updates on him?" "Your father likes to meet you tonight, 7 in the evening. Apparently, he wants you to take care of someone who owes him a million," Luca replied. I nodded gently and said, "Alright then," before hanging up the phone.I'm exhausted from cleaning up after my father's sloppiness. But it's always been that way. It's like a never-ending cycle for me. I went to my father's hidden basement later that evening, around 7 p.m. It was surrounded by an uncanny and gloomy atmosphere, as wa
Charlotte Hayes' POV"Oh? Your ego can’t handle this?" Damien asked, mocking him. The look on his face is so genuine that I'm not sure if Damien is mocking him for an act or for personal reasons. Jake, on the other hand, appeared to want to murder Damien. Damien's words and gaze were like knives piercing Jake's ego. Am I witnessing a conversation or a war?The conversation's atmosphere was becoming dangerous. At this rate, I may have to witness a bloodbath. I had to intervene before anything bad happened. I quickly grasped Jake's firm left hand and looked him in the eyes. "You should go, Jake," I said, shivering like a kitten. Damien looked pleased at some point after hearing my remark. There was a brief silence, as if Jake was unsure. But the answer was clear."Fine," Jake said as he turned to leave. When I saw him walking away for a long distance, I couldn't help but sigh. "Hey," Damien said in a gentle tone, the polar opposite of what he had on earlier. I slowly turned around to fa
Charlotte Hayes’ POVOur bodies collided, feeling each other's skin, in the hot and sweaty atmosphere. We could still feel the soft brush of each other's lips and the warmth of our eyes in the bright room. Our kisses were tender, and our fingers were intertwined. Our heartbeats were audible in this silent room, despite the fact that there was no sound."Do you have condoms?" I inquired, my gaze seductive. "You never fail to amaze me," he exclaimed. I laughed when I heard his amusing remarks. He narrowed his gaze on my eyes and said, "We don't need c-" At that moment, our conversation was cut short by a loud ring from Damien's pocket on his left side. "Aren't you going to take the call?" I asked, tilting my head."D*mn it," Damien said, his face irritated, as if he had no choice but to accept the call. "Sorry about that," he said, looking at me apologetically as he took the call from his phone. "Hello?" he asked. He turned to face me after listening and said, "Yes... okay. Yeah, I'll b
Damien Yves Étienne’s POVThe Ophidians are the most dangerous and mysterious mafia clan. According to their name, the group is made up of snakes that will slowly wrap themselves around you, choking you until they devour you. And I am their ruthless and vicious leader, Python, who is also a bit of a loner who has no friends or relationships. I'm always alone because my life is too difficult and my heart is too heavy to ever let anyone in.I've never shown mercy to anyone in my life. But then... It was a quiet and peaceful night. The wind blew gently against me, the trees swayed from side to side, and birds twittered. Then, out of nowhere, I came across a large brown box on my way to my neighborhood. I decided to open the box because I was curious. There was a kitten inside who was wary of me. It is covered in bruises, cuts, and scratches. At first glance, it appeared to have been abused. "Come kitty, kitty," I said as I took the small white cat into my arms, tears welling up in its bl