Contracted To The Mafia Prince

ve I'm doing t

ewalk outside of the Post Oak Hotel. I stumbled against the pil

s a nig

to my twin sister Charlotte. She was the reason I stood outside of thi

ster was a businesswoman. The one that owned a real estate agency that bo

uction was out of my comfort zone. Charlotte was a beautiful, successful, woman in her

e attraction. He was Fletcher Hines. The son of a notorious mafia family

frankly, under the r

ghout the streets and it was enough t

l to

had the flu. It only took her pleading with me for two solid days,

s regret

king into this place and bidding on h

n counter. I didn't share Charlotte's love for business. I was an aspiring artist who w

t a glimpse of myself in the reflection. My blonde hair was braided along the side

ed the floor. My makeup wasn't remarkable. I avoided my sister's request fo

e thankful I

for its fancy venues for anything from

ven a thing? What happened to mee

rkled like a toothpaste commercial and led us into a giant ballroo

nd mine quickly and sat down. Nerves skated down my spine. I placed my c

e starting

sat around me at our round table. I didn't care.

he room. An older gentleman wearing a tuxedo and a late-ni

o DJ-worthy and ma

and I even chuckled at his playfulness. "The food is being brought around on trays while we begin. Thi

an excuse to display a bu

time. Ladies, get your paddles re

s glad Charlotte and I shared the same taste in food. She slid m

my world. Maybe this

took a bite. I had to keep myself

s well worth

" the announc

e began to whisper while I continued to eat. "Jacob is the CEO of Henry Motors w

Most of the girls hadn't touched

wn over him. The smug smile on his face made

e out and went to very exc

they called Fletcher Hines out on stage.

und my fork as he walked

mooth, like butter, and his dark eyes scanned t

lean body. The slope of his deltoids rounded off in

artner and not the other way around. His hair was ebony black with a short length on the side

r worked its way down my body. The intensity of

instantly understood why my sister was attracted

ervant and

ter told me to bid, I knew she saw everyth

in scattered around Texas and Louisiana. He's thirty-three years old with a Master's De

p. Here

nervously kept my eyes

eel his eyes on me but I didn't dare look. This was t

ars grew warm fr

thous

are on the side of my face. Other women around the roo

arlotte instructed me to spend. If she didn't win, she

dollars," the a

nd, I stared at a room full of angry women. I swallowed th

formation to the gentleman in the far corner, Ma'am. H

toward the podium. I listened to my heart beating loudly in my chest

rching mine. I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't exactly Charlotte Terry, bu

se of water. It smelled woodsy, lik

mouth and said, "

need to know the details. He'd never

ss, at this time, Char

lace like he owned it. I looked briefly over

. It wasn't like

th that one

ut of