Arranged To Marry The Enemy (a Mafia story) by Zainab Ajike (no david read aloud txt) 📕

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"There is no rule of law until the Mafia needs lawyers." ~ Stephen Holme.

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Roman's point of view:

We got down from the plane. I held her hand and walked to the car that awaits us. She looked surprised but I ignored it. I ordered the car door for her and she got in. She muttered as usual. I walked to my side and opened the door to get inside the car.

Immediately I got inside the car, the driver took off.

I remembered the first thing on the paper which is: let love be in the air. How am I supposed to let that happen? I don't know.

"Stop the car." I said to my driver.

He stopped the car.

I faced Irina who was already facing me with curiosity lingering on her face.

"Are you not hungry?" I asked her. I am trying to be a good guy here.

He looked at me with confusion but nodded.

"I am." She said in a low voice which turned me on.

"Okay, let's go and buy what you have. A side dish will be okay since we will eat it when we get to the restaurant." I told her. I got down from the car to open the door for her but she beat me to it by opening the door and getting down by herself.

"Oh!" I said disappointedly. Does she find it weird?

"You don't have to Everytime." She said as she walked up to me. We went inside a Thai restaurant. She ordered a  take home Thai side dish. We were told the snack will take about ten minutes so we had to wait. We sat on a table waiting for the dish to be done.

"Look at him, OMG he is so cute and handsome. I am sure he will be so good in bed."I looked over to the table where they were holding a conversation. A white woman winked at me. They are all white. I guess they are tourists.

I looked away and looked over to the restaurant. I wonder who they are talking about. There are no men here, I am the only man here and the cashier who is over his fifties.

"He looks a little scary. He will surely love BDSM, which I like a lot. Should I try my luck with him?" That same woman said shamelessly.

This is why I hate staying where people are, especially the female gender. They will never stop talking.

I raked my hand through my hair in frustration. I can't wait to get back inside the car.

I heard Irina snort. I looked over to her. Her facial expression is deadly right now as her friend at the table.

"There is a woman with him." Another lady said. They couldn't even hide their Shame. They are talking shamelessly about a man.

I looked over to them, they all smiled at me at the same time.

I know I am hot but I don't entertain them talking about how they want me on bed with them.

One of them walked over to our table.

"Hello." She said to me as she pushed her cleavage towards me.

"Hey." I replied to her. Irina glared at the table intensely.

"Your order is ready." The servant said.

Irina stood up and went to collect it.

"Can I get your number?" The lady asked as I stood up prepared to go out of the restaurant.

"I am sorry but no." I said as I waited for Irina to collect her food. The lady stormed back to her table and told her friends what happened. They all looked at me in distaste. This gender won't be the end of me. Seconds ago, they were looking at me like I was some sort of guy and right now they look at me with hatred just because I didn't give one of them my number.

"Let's go, I am fine." Irina informed me.

"Okay." I said as I held my arm in hers and helped her to  carry her food.

"Is it because of this bitch, she is not even that fine. He is surely blind." One of them said in a low voice but enough for me to hear.

There is no need to reply to them. It will be totally unnecessary to reply to them.

I winked at them before getting out of the restaurant.

I don't need to hear or see their reaction. I just went out.

When we got to the car, I opened the car for my woman, oops. Did I just say that? I mean Irina and walked to my door. I could feel their eyes on me through the transparent glass of the restaurant. I entered the car and the driver drove off.

"Bitches!" Irina scoffed.

"They just want a handsome man. They are tourists, I guess" I replied.

"That's none of my business." She looked out of her window to the busy street of Bangkok.

"We are here, sir." My driver said.

Irina opened her door and went out of the car. I got down from the car and went to the driver.

"Go and park this car at my house and bring my Benz. Make sure no one sees you as you're going, okay?" I said to him,

"Okay, sir"

"That's nice. Now, go." I commanded him.

The hotel staff helped us with our luggages. We went directly to the receptionist.

"Hello, How may I help you?" She asked.

"We are here for a room, a suite" I said.

"Do you have a reservation?" She asked.

"Yes, Roman Anton" I replied.

"Please let me check." She searched for it on her computer. She smiled at me after searching for what she wanted to search for.

"Welcome, Mr Anton. Here is your cardkey. Please do not take the regular elevator, use the VIP elevator, it's over there. Thank you for choosing our hotel." She said.

"You are welcome." I replied to her. He looks so professional, like the other receptionists that I have met with. They are always so slutty.

We did as directed, we entered the VIP elevator and pressed the floor we were going to. The door closed and the elevator took off.

The door opened when we got to the floor.