The Máfia Deception

on that couch with the notebook on her lap, she could consider herself lucky. She had found a "relationship" website that matched exactly the stan

ork schedule really couldn't have a good, lasting relationship. Her last relationship had been the second worst of her life. While she was on her shift, he brought women to their home, using her bed or sofa to

matches. She was a beautiful woman, with favorable curves and a charming smile, so she could choose who interested her. But no

ite. She wanted something that could be called exclusive. Message notifications came one after another, her curiosity got the best of her. She opened the icon, viewi

yes

o the point,

His dark brown eyes, almost black, had large irises that sparkled, his angular face with perfectly sculpted cheekbones made his thin lips even more enticing. The white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, the

have sex with a possible hottie made her type quickly, without even questioni

es

ch. She felt like a teenager with her first online flirt. But this went far beyond just

y, miss, you

a polit

e he sent the message, Saori quickly typed. She couldn'

he same about

the handsome gentleman's message. She felt like a

id future disappo

to find out your

call? That would save both

the call came through. Saori hesitated for a moment before sliding her finger on the mouse. If he wanted a call, it

ead on his hand, and smiled. His black hair was tousled, making him even sexier. Saori returned the smile as she watched him, unconsciously biting her lip. He must be even more handsome in person

the name of the la

, and deep voice. My God, could this man be so perfect? But it was an undeniable fact. When a man looks so perfect in terms of app

hat would

m, not even bothering to hide what he was doing, but why should he? Likewise, he knew her inten

hat you're not fake... I would

n his lips. Saito was a seductive man without even noticing, or maybe he

ame about you; it

perfect smile. He called her when he noticed her eyes o

have a

en. He waved his hand at someone, as if telling them to wait. She couldn

me, but if the lady wishes

not that it would go that far, but the truth is, anyone wou

be a pleas

smile that stirred a specific part of his body. Saito ran his tongue over his lips, moistening t

he evening; how about around nine

l be

nt palate from a very young age, but for that man, she would certainly endure

good to start getting ready. God knows how long it took her to get ready; with a man like that

could to beautify herself; after all, it wasn't every day that she went out with a man like that. She would impress even him, who had probably gone out with models. Furthermore, she made a mental note to research Saito on the beloved internet when she got

the bedroom but changed directions, heading to the living room. Picked up her notebook from the couch while drying her hair. She opened the search tab; she had no idea what his last name was, but she typed "Saito" and waited for it to load. She wen

rity works in different countries. A company rebuilt after his father's death, making more money th

on the couch. She would be late if she kept stalling. Saori walked hurriedly to the bedroom, stopping

. While her relentless search for clothes continued, she had never been so indecisive; it was as if her war

k or

to make him imagine what y

ady" clothes. Seeing it now, Isoko was right. She put on the dress, liking the result; the neckline fit perfectly, giving the impression that her breasts were larger, in addition to leaving

bric; she didn't have the skinny body she wished for, pulling her body from her mother's side, being Irish, her hips were slightly larger than the Japanese. She was mixed, a mixture of Irish and Japanese, and the traits mixed more clearly in her, unlike her siblings

ifts, spread foundation over her face to hide some imperfections, and let it dry before applying brown eyeshadow and a little black, blending it to make the makeup more elaborate, and mascara

ored strands with her fingers, making a high ponytail. Any man would fall at

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s the door to the garage, but she stopped; it would be better to call an Uber, the po

app notification appeared, she remembered a small but important detail. She saw that the driver was nea

graceful but not fast steps. She walked faster than she could manage, and when she passed through the door, a strange chill

ow noticing that a fine drizzle was falling, she walked quickly to the awning, glimpsing the luxurious place. Her eyes were filled with fascination, but she didn't take long to walk to the grand entrance of the upscale restaurant. She liked admiring places like this, but she wasn't an excellent frequenter, not because she didn't have money, bu

rvatio

ed for all night. It couldn't be, but it was perfect; he elegantly smiled at the man. Saori admired him in silence, biting her lip as she saw him discreetly, his wet black hair ali

he gave her a slight squeeze at her waist. He was even more handsome in person; the suit fit hi

th me, Yos

about the surroundings. She had elegance but didn't seem like her preferred type of place. It wasn't hard to notice, especially when some curi

he only one

rant, exclusively reserved by Saito. It was a common practice to bring his companions there. As they walked to their table, attention was drawn to the beautiful couple moving among the tab

auty tak

h, and drawing Saori's attention. She ignored

our table,

hispers that had spread throughout the place. When the maître d' left, Saito took the opportunity to pull out t

utiful woman like you do

waiter appearing at her side, pouring some wine into both glasses. Saori picked up the glass between

n do to have a one-night st

her hairs stand on end, seeing the dark

s you? Just talk to me; I gu

took another sip of her wine. May the gods bless this day, because she was go