With the grace of God, the almighty, today I didn't get a call from Harold Kingston early in the morning to come downstairs and to have breakfast with him, which I was glad about. I woke up exactly at half past nine, I brushed my teeth and descended downstairs. My bowl of breakfast was placed on the table with a spoon beside it.

I marched towards it and remove the silver foil from the bowl only to find a cold boring looking twenty five dollar porridge.

Not again..

I heated the porridge and ate it with a great difficulty with a scrunched nose.

After having my breakfast, I walked towards the lounge to do my today's activity.

There inside the lounge was a small golden statue of a man, he was holding a rod, wearing an ancient time army clothes. As I had nobody to talk with, I took the statue from the table and lifted it up towards my face.

Duh!! I can't even talk with my friends about my current life..

And I know I'm crazy.

Staying with the mafia has led me to lose a nut in my brains.

"Hi....um my name is Naomi." I stared at the statue hopelessly.

I'm a nutcase.

Totally gone.

"So my today's activity is..." I paused as I kept my other hand on my beating heart with a sad look on my face.
"Today.." I paused again as I took a deep breath.
"Today I'm going to read a Mafia book" I sucked in my breath just by the mention of the book.

I never read dark romance novels, it always grosses me out, the male lead is a pure shitty devil while female lead is always a pure kind hearted angel.

The book I love to read is in which there is a bubbly bakery characters. Those kinds of books make me reach my dreamland.

Dylan and me..

Oh god!!

I sighed.

Concentrate Naomi.

I kept the statue back on its place and plopped down on the couch and rested my long legs up on the coffee table.

I opened my phone and searched for the Mafia book. I need a book with a strong female lead.

I'm staying with a Mafia and to protect myself from that devil, I'm reading this mafia book. To know some tricks or stratagem on how to tame this mafia devil and now only some realistic mafia books can help me.

I scrolled down my phone and lot of books were like, Mafia kidnapped the female protagonist because he likes her and wants her to himself.

What a bullshit??

I scrolled further more down to find a proper book. And finally I found one. It was taming the mafia devil.

The description was:

I have only one mission to accomplish and succeed on it. He ruined my everything, my family, my hope, my love and now I'm gonna ruin him, brutally. I know it's hard but I won't give up. I don't care if I die in process because I have nothing to lose, there's nobody for me now because of him and now my only thing in my life is to accomplish in my mission and that is to kill the most treacherous being on earth, the mafia devil.
Your gonna see your death soon because angel is on her way to kill you.

To know more, read the story.

Okay this story kind of suited me, so the female lead is gonna tame that bastard and kill him.

Intresting.

I tapped on the book and started with the prologue.

I imagined myself as angel and Harold as the devil.

Ready to go.

Taking a deep breath, I started reading my first mafia book.

One hour later.

The story plot was simple, the mafia devil killed angel's whole family and in return she is going to kill him for vengeance. Angel, in this book is working as his maid but the devil is getting suspicious about his new beautiful maid and all he want to do is know her more but she has kept her identity in furtive.

And now the book is getting extremely interesting. There was room to which the ML has strictly banned that room for every workers but our FL has by- mistakenly entered that forbidden room and got caught by the mafia himself. The mafia devil is now enraged as she has broken the number one rule of the haunted mansion.

And now as a punishment he's gonna rape her.

WHAT??!!

Dude is he crazy or something?

Rape, for entering a forbidden room? Like seriously?

My eyes grew wider and wider as a permanent frown of disgust was etched on my face as I read further.

He grasped my wrist tightly on his as he dragged me out of the room and strode towards his room. Fear was building inside me as uncontrollable tears flowed down my cheeks.
"Please, I beg you." I whispered brokenly but he didn't listen to me as he pushed me down on the bed before closing the door with loud bang behind him.

Girl, you gotta stop crying and kick his freaking balls.

I crawled back on the bed as he grasped my ankles and pulled me towards him before ripping my shirt..

"Oh god!!" I gasped.

Oh my virgin eyes.

'your eyes aren't virgin, you watched porn before, remember.' inner Naomi butted in on my thoughts.

Okay let us continue, shall we?

All I could see in his eyes were nothing but a pure animalistic hunger and dreadful lust.
"Please no, please." I whispered with my tears streaming down my cheeks.

Stop begging, girl!!

"Your not getting out of this woman, I'll show you your true place." He unbuckled his belt.

Bastard! I'm on my way to kill you douche bag.

Suddenly he caught my wrists and pinned them above my head as his lips came trailing down to my jaw, to my neck, to my shoulder and moving further down and down.
I felt dirty.

Suddenly an image of me and Harold in this situation pictured in my mind and I gasped hard again.

Ewwwwwww!!

I can't imagine him as devil and me as angel in these explicit scene.

I continued reading as again an image of Harold kissing my neck flashed in my mind.

Noooo!!

Think of Dylan in this scene but Dylan was not making an appearance in my imagination because he is not the devil in my story, all I  could imagine was me and Harold.

Screw it!!

Suddenly I felt someone's presence as I lifted my head up to see and suddenly jolted plus gasped which led my phone to fall from my hands and land on the couch.

"What happened, Miss Nolan?" Harold asked with a narrowed eyes.

He was leaning against the threshold of the entrance of lounge.

"Jeez, you scared me Harold." I kept my hand on my steady heart to calm it down.

I didn't see anger in his eyes instead there was determination. He was acting like nothing happened yesterday, like I didn't yell at him or called him by his first name.

Suddenly his eyes fell on my phone which was on the couch with an open screen. I quickly took my phone from the couch before pressing the home button and switching it off.

"How come you're early today?" I asked with my narrowed eyes.

"Why is your face all red Miss Nolan?" He asked instead.
"Were you watching something...." He faltered with a knowing look on his face as subtle smirk tugged up his lips.

And now I was tomato red.

Shit... A big SHIT.

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