One night with the Mafia King

The morning was calm as if to not disturb both of them who were sleeping peacefully in each other's embrace. The coldness of night was long gone and the warm sunlight enter the room through the open windows.

Bella's pov

I woke up feeling the sunlight hit my face. My head was hurting really bad but my body felt like it will break. I felt a weight on my stomach, which made me turn my head immediately. A man.....a living man. I was too shocked when I found out I was not alone in my bed. Well is it really my bed?

A really handsome man was sleeping beside hugging me, that too naked. Then slowly the images of last night came into my mind.

How I begged him to help me, how his touch felt, how his lips felt on my body. I looked at his sleeping face, so peaceful and perfect. He seemed rich considering the decor of the room.

But that's not my concern right now. I need to go back. I carefully removed his hand from my waist and left the bed. Although I have trouble standing, I still reached for my clothes which were scattered on the floor and dressed up hastily.

My upper body clearly had many bite marks but I found a coat to cover myself. I took one last glance at the man and left with my belongings.

When he woke up, the girl beside him had already left. He looked at her side and found blood spots on the sheet. So she was indeed a virgin.

He also looked around the room to find something about her, but found none. The only thing he knew and remember clearly about her was her name. Bella.

He sighed and called his assistant. "Mark I want you to find about a girl named Bella.....she came into my room yesterday. She was here with her colleagues. I guess it was some party."

"Okay! will be done soon." Mark answered in his excited tone. This is the first time his boss is asking about his last-night-lady's information.

He ended the call and looked at the city view from the huge glass window. "Who is she and why did I agree to her? Well she was clearly not sane but I was. Bella, I will find you soon.

He sighed when traces of events from last night came into his mind. He came to this hotel to catch his traitor red-handed but instead of finding him... he found her.

He still can't forget the way her small hand touched his face. He lost control by just that small gesture. He has plenty of women lined up to share a bed with him but none of them had this effect on him. Just a mere touch and he forgot about his plan for the night.

She was utterly beautiful even in such simple dress and light makeup. Those women he shared the night previously all wore heavy makeup and dressed up in short clothes just to seduce him.

She was different. On top of that she gave her first time to him which was a whole new experience for him. He never had the chance to be someone's first as all those women had already popped their cherry.

Even after sleeping with many women and having considerate experience he felt like an amateur with her. Like a teenager whose girlfriend after much pleading decided to give him her first time and be each other's first.