Kidnaped By My Mafia Fan

o create a meet cute ‘unintentionally’. Now that he was marching into the lobby on one of the hotels he owns he suddenly felt nervous, like

onspicuous position. He was constantly monitoring the revolving doors. As soon as she walks in all he would have to do is call out to her like he wasn’t expecting to see her , m

e elevators. She got in and took out her phone to check the message she had just received. As soon as she read it, she rushed out the elevator and back to the lobby. She walked to the receptionist and ta

ile, which he took as an invitation and walked towards her. “Fancy to run into you here, Miss Etoundi.” He knew what he w

ah, just cal

d said, “Well then you

asked, glancing at the spot where he was

ying? Mr. and Mrs. Canossa couldn’t come up with

e continued, “Besides this is place is really nice. The room is comfortable, it’s easy to find, safe and the customer service is great. Although I feel like I might as wel

intend to clear up the misunderstanding. Instead he sm

And why do you sound like it couldn’t possibly be mine? You don’t kn

to break eye contact with him. “So, is it yours? “He asked again staring deep into her eyes. God knows how much he wanted her to say yes. If she did he would immediately transfer it to her name and give her as a wedding gift. But he may have failed to realize how

managed to s

witched the topic without

drink?” he asked moving

nding from last night. Mmph my poor liver” She sighed holding her head with one hand and rubb

ready by the time we get there.” This was even bett

kind of late and I rea

pare a change of clothes and pajamas. And I’

I'll just let r

crossed his lips, if he wanted to hurt her, the re

eeling that her igno

for her he looked around, he had an eerie feeling that

figure emerged from the shadows i