A Night with Mr. Mafia

"Pel, let's go home," said Oliv, feeling uncomfortable in the club.

Olivia Ethana Mateus was the granddaughter of Simon Mateus, who owned Switzerland's largest health research company. Her cousin, Penelope Alberta Mateus, stood in front of her.

"Come on, Oliv. We should have some fun; it's a bachelorette party before your wedding to Aland tomorrow," Penelope said.

"It's late," Olivia complained, feeling uncomfortable in such a place.

"Relax. Drink this first," Penelope said, handing her a pink cocktail glass. Without thinking, Olivia gulped down the drink.

"Um, it's sweet," Olivia said, looking at the empty glass.

"Yeah, you like things that don't have a strong aroma and aren't bitter," Penelope replied.

"Yeah, right." Olive's gaze on the empty glass became more and more blurred. "Ugh, I'm suddenly sleepy," she muttered.

"Really?" asked Penelope, noticing Olivia's pale face and heavy eyes.

"You're drunk, Oliv."

"Um, really? I'm usually a strong drinker," she muttered, finally losing consciousness. Her head hit the table, and she fell asleep.

Penelope smiled at the sight of Olivia losing consciousness. Then she called someone on her cell phone.

After a few minutes, two men came over to Penelope.

"Take this girl upstairs." Just lay her down on the bed in Room 1152," Penelope ordered.

"Yes, ma'am."

Two men carried Olivia away. Penelope grinned as she continued to stare at her stepsister's departure.

"Do you believe you can have Aland?" Penelope muttered. "The land is mine!"

***

"Ugh, it's so hot," Olivia complained, feeling uncomfortable in her sleep. She slowly took off all her clothes because she felt very uncomfortable.

At the same time, a man had just entered the room and was quite surprised to see that she was taking off her clothes on the bed with sensual movements.

"Who is that woman?" muttered the handsome man.

The man was Zayden. He walked over to the bed with his suit off.

"What are you doing here? I don't need a comfort woman," Zayden said with a sharp look in his eyes.

When she heard that exclamation, Olivia turned to the source of the voice. "What are you doing here? This is my room," Olivia complained. "Ah, you must be the new maid, huh? You don't have to help me change. I'm going to sleep like this; you go out," Olivia said, laying down on the bed wearing only her underwear.

Zayden was very confused when he heard the exclamation of the strange woman in front of him. "Where is this alien woman from?" exclaimed Zayden, who was starting to get annoyed, especially when he was equated with a servant. It really offended his pride.

Zayden reached into his pants pocket and attempted to contact someone to help him get the alien woman out of his room.

"Hey, you!" called Olivia, causing Zayden to frown at her with a confused look. "Get me a drink; I'm so thirsty."

Zayden felt as though someone was trampling on his pride. A little girl, capable of breaking a mafia leader's bones in an instant, ruled his entire life.

Zayden walked closer to the bed, one knee rising to the top to get closer to Olivia, then pulled her arm until they were very close.

"Get out of here!" she demanded with a glare.

"Wait! Your eyeballs are so beautiful; the color of your eyes is so bright, like a piece of gold," complimented Olivia, who was glued to Zayden's two eyeballs.

"Stop playing around; get out of here!" Zayden tugged Olivia's arm until he pulled her off the bed.

Olivia protested, "Ouch, it hurts; you're a rude servant, you cat!" as she averted Zayden's hand.

"What did you say? Bad cat?" Zayden started to get angry right there.

"Yes, like a Bengal cat that has golden eyes," Olivia replied.

Her father was known as the Jaguar, and she was known as the Leopard, who was stout, muscular, and agile. How could one compare her to a small, insignificant Bengal cat?

"I'm still patient; get your clothes on and get out of here!" Zayden chided.

"No, I'm going to bed," Olivia replied, walking back to her bed.

"What kind of alien is this woman?" complained Zayden, who immediately lifted Olivia's body onto her shoulder and rushed her to the door.

"Let me leave, Bengal. Put me down!" Olivia burst out and grabbed Zayden's hair, making her grimace.

"Stop it!"

Plak!

Olivia's face turned red, and she became even more annoyed as Zayden slapped her hard on the ass.

"Argh!"

Zayden yelled as Olivia bit down hard on her earlobe. Spontaneously, Zayden lowered Olivia to the floor. Olivia's bite had hurt her ear, so she held it tightly.

"What are you? Why is a woman so rude?" Zayden complained, becoming irritated.

Olivia got up from her position and groaned because her waist and butt were hurting. "You bastard cat!"

Olivia moved quickly and bumped Zayden's body until they both fell onto the bed, with Olivia's body on Zayden's and their lips touching and sticking together. For a moment, their gazes met, but then Olivia closed her eyes and didn't move from that position.

Zayden wanted to get up, but Olivia didn't move at all and hugged her body very tightly. "What is she doing? Is she a descendant of Baboon?" Zayden complained because he could not let go of Olivia's embrace.

Until he felt the regular breathing that signaled she had fallen asleep,

"What an unlucky day," Zayden complained, finally not wanting to argue anymore and letting the woman sleep there.

***

Sunlight streamed in through the window, making Olivia blink her eyes repeatedly. She slowly opened her eyes and frowned as she looked around-a place unfamiliar to her. She got up from her position and was shocked to see such a handsome man beside her. She became very agitated and couldn't remember what happened last night.

"What the hell is going on?" mumbled Olivia, opening the blanket and becoming even more shocked when she wasn't wearing her clothes from last night, nor did the man beside her look dressed.

Olivia rushed down the bed, picked up her clothes from the floor, and entered the bathroom without thinking.

After five minutes, Oliv came out of the bathroom, already dressed. She was about to leave the room, but she remembered something. She opened her bag, wrote something on a small piece of paper inside, and placed the paper and two bills on the corner table. Then she left the room.

Fifteen minutes later, Zayden woke up from his sleep. He scrambled up and leaned his back against the headboard. His gaze moved around the deserted room.

"Where's that Baboon woman?" muttered Zayden as he got off the bed and walked to the bathroom. He opened the bathroom door, and there was no one there. He didn't find her clothes either, until his tail caught something on the table near the door. He walked over to the table and picked up the small piece of paper that was there.

"Thank you for your service last night. After this, let's pretend we never met or had any contact."

Anger flushed Zayden's face as he read the message.

"Service? I served him?" Zayden, feeling offended, muttered. He looked at the two bills on the table that were worth a thousand dollars.

"My price last night was two thousand dollars? Damn it!" Zayden was so angry that he crumpled the paper and money. Clearly, it was an insult to him to be the young master of the Sanders family, the head of Switzerland's largest pharmaceutical and food industry company. The leader of a large mafia group called Black Cat.

"I won't let that woman go!" he muttered with a vengeful look in his eyes.

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