The Billionaire Mafia Bad Romance

ch. I was sitting in the conference room with executives and

moved their jackets while the other half had come in without them. I was the only one th

ught. It had been five months now and he had not said anything to me, not e

e sat. She placed a blue file in front of him and a red one by his right. Then she moved back pulling out a small notebook and pen

of her glasses as they spoke nodding t

ushed the brim of her glasses up on her nose and took down more notes. I eyed her figure, she

cts. My hair had fallen out considerably this month. Her breasts were full a

utives around here? But she still looked at me, waiting for me to say something, or had she heard the though

a question, we are wai

ir eyes on me, well except the man that sat at the head table, h

sense we w

notes then looked back at me then bent down again to

om various customers and our main clients. I must say we did come up with a very good solution

done

he tried recalling the man's nam

y would not be the same without you." He shook the man's hands a

ow we were sh

not directly behind Kyle. The man whispered back. "He e

say, I wonder why? "And for how

ed at her. "I would say," He began countin

h

ed what her zodiac sign was. Cancer? No she couldn't have the same sign as me, call it intuition, she seemed more of Pisces

rumbled on and on about something but I ignored him, focusing my gaze on the woman th

not on

eet and picked up his jacket, not giving me a glance, he strode out of the room. I looked at

on my waist. I took the small fleet of stairs that lead to the upper rooms and walked through the hall, casually taking in the new

iately resented the colours of her gorgeous eyes. S

office. She got to her feet and came after me, if she

, but he asked no

back at the distance between wher

s?" I asked and she gave me a disgusted a

auda

t to be disturbed." She stated more firm

I crossed the little d

. And talk about the last time we had sex. I could feel the wetness in between m

old desk. He sat by the window playing with a pen, pushing its cove

hre