I accidentally seduced the male lead of a mafia romance

/Macy's POV/ If I knew I was going to die today, there are three things I’d have done. I’d have made sure to put a bullet right through Gregory’s head and maybe formally accept my mom’s apology for running off with some other guy when I was just 8 years old. "Yes, sir; of course, sir, I understand.” I’m not sure how many times I've said this today, but I’m starting to grow real tired of making my superiors feel like they’re the right amount of perfect. Should I just resign? Frustration is an understatement for how I feel as I stared blankly at the piled layers of white papers at one corner of my desk, files I needed to review before tomorrow. No one’s going to admit it but Gregory Dickson is a devil in disguise and a total d**k, maybe because he’s got one in his name. I mean, who gives someone so much work on account and expense to finish before midnight? I groaned and rose from my desk chair, staggering a little as a splitting headache roared to life in my frontal lobe. I staggered aimlessly for a second as my vision dimmed then suddenly came back into focus. The ache in my eyes made me remember how long I’ve been awake. I so much miss my bed and the fresh, rosy scent of my newly bought air freshener, which I never forgot to spray my room with. My Minnie mouse bedspread and extra soft pillows. Tears pooled in my eyes. “That jerk,” I said subtly, muttering a few random curses under my breath, wishing by some miracle he stumbled down the stairs or stumbled and fell flat to his face in front of the company where everyone in the department could see him. It’ll be nice if the picture of the humiliating scene trends on Twitter or IG the second day, I’ll definitely die happy after that because of him I haven’t been able to read the latest updates of my favourite w*******l I’m following online. I heard the author will be releasing the last updates today, The last time I checked, I was 15 chapters behind because of the devil’s incarnate, whom I call my boss. He should be burned at the stake for being such a no-fun, killjoy, freaking boomer. Not only am I not allowed to look at my phone during working hours, mealtime has been cut short because it’s the company’s busy season and I can barely catch my breath from all the work overload. I grabbed my empty coffee mug off my desk, feeling short on caffeine. My unfocused eyes were definitely because of a looming sleep. It’s no surprise that my joints and muscles are screaming in unfathomable pain after 8 hours of sitting in one position, but I shouldn’t have dismissed the dizzy spell I got as I approached the coffee break room of our sectioned office. I've spent 4 years working in the accounting department as a financial analyst and accountant, and I’m already regretting my life decision. Every other desk was empty but my desk lamp was still on, I can’t even complain since the pay was great. Placing down my cup on the coffee maker, I decided to have a five-minute break to myself by reading at least a chapter update of my favourite novel, I can’t believe I already have 30 unread chapters. I thought after whipping out my phone from the back pocket of my suit pants and clicking on the novel app the moment it brightened to life. ‘Taming the obsessive Mafia Don’ My eyes twinkled in anticipation as I opened a chapter. I’m an avid fan of steaming, dark romance that always have you at the edge of your seat. I’m sure a shot of this works better than a cup of caffeine. The 100+ chapter book was finally completed, but I still had 30 chapters to go over. “Huh?” Fear crept into my heart as blood trickled down my nose to my phone screen. “What the-” I didn’t get to finish my words as another dizzy spell hit, and before I knew it, I was heading for the floor and that’s how 30-year-old Macy Donovan died an overworked virgin. “I hate my life,” I mumbled after I landed on my head. I saw blood pooled and spread slowly until my eyes eventually closed up. “Argh!” I yelled myself into consciousness. The pain that hit me felt like a terrifying hangover, mixed with a migraine. My head rings loudly like I’ve been hit with an anvil since a hammer wouldn’t have done this much damage. Did I hit my head that hard? I let out a heavy groan as I tried to digest and just take in my surroundings. Wait a minute? Where is this place? The room’s a bit dark and I could barely make up a thing, until someone flipped the switch, flooding the room with light. I winced at the sharp, subtle pain that hit my pupils as they tried to refocus on the sudden explosion of colours in the room. “I’m so sorry; I didn’t know you were awake, Tina.” The brunette, with her hair in a tight, definitely uncomfortable bun and fitted two-piece black suits, apologised while my eyes warily flipped over her tall, lean frame. She’s pretty tall for a girl but hold up? Where the hell am I again? I thought throwing my head around and hoping to come up with a matching image in my head. Except, my brain came back with a result—no match! Where the f**k am I? I groaned inwardly as the unfamiliar environment was suddenly starting to creep me out. The room was decorated with horrifying baby pink and white aesthetics that instantly made me conclude how horrifying the taste of the owner of the room is; I’m not even supposed to be in here. My head turned abruptly to meet the confused face of the unfamiliar, looming figure lifting and tying up the curtains. “I’m sorry, who are you again?” I reached into my itching skull to scratch it but froze as my hand met with a handful of lush, vibrant, healthy, long, wavy, raven-black hair. Wait? Who the f**k tuned down my colours? My eyes broaden in alarm before I shoot to my feet in alertness while the suspicious but dumbfounded, not-so-friendly woman in my room slowly advances in my direction. A hospital shouldn’t be so, my eyes squinted, searching for the correct word. Yeah, pinkish. I almost stumbled on my... is that nightgown? If anything, I should be in a hospital gown right now. Not some girlish-looking silk. The full-length mirror standing right beside the bed had shattered my reality as it reflected someone who’s definitely not me. Do mirrors lie? I seriously want to ask someone that question. “What the hell?” My hands found my face, drawing and pressing on the skin like some sorta mask I had over my original face. My normal freckled, oval-shaped face had been replaced by a spotless diamond face. My dry brown hair was now replaced by lush, shimmering and quite healthy raven-black hair. “My face?” I drawled the words out in a low, almost inaudible mutter. What on earth is going on? “I guess the wine is finally draining some of your brain cells. What is wrong with you, Tina?” I slowly turned my head towards the unfamiliar brunette, who seemed quite familiar with me. “Sorry?” I muttered. ”This is why I instructed the maids to stop bringing you wine any time past dinner time; why on earth don’t you ever listen? Can you quit the drama, Valentina? Please make my work a little easier by being obedient for once.” The lady complained, picking from the floor several red wine bottles that littered the small sitting area in front of the bed. I probably have a load button above my head, trying to digest the little piece of information I’ve just been fed. My head made a robotic turn to the mirror. Full name Valentina, nickname Tina, diamond face with a little bit of baby fat despite being 24 years old, crystal blue eyes, thick mascara, and eye shadow lining—though smudged to add to the dramatic bedhead—there was only one single person that fit that description reflected in that mirror, and it’s not me. “Nah, hun hun. I’m not doing this,” I thought before picking myself up the floor and straight to the bed to sleep because, definitely, I’m in some kind of s**t ass dream I seriously need to wake up from. “You’re not doing what? Tina…are you seriously going back to bed right now. Your dad still thinks you’re still mad at him. I mean, he finally let you bring the guy that you wanted so badly, into the residence; aren’t you happy?” Oh God, I thought as reality slowly sank in. “Sorry, is the guy named Theo by any chance?” I asked, my eyes still closed as I internally prayed to fall asleep and wake up right back at the company or maybe a hospital bed because I definitely hit my head pretty hard, so I’m guessing that’s the cause of this too vivid imagination. “Yeah, Theodore Crow. Since you wanted to be around him so badly, he’s being moved to the main residence.” My heart squeezed in my chest because that might just be the beginning of my downfall. Wait, let’s not think about me; it’s just my head playing tricks on me because I fell on it and it hit too hard, Once I wake up, I’ll be back in the hospital or the office in no time, and I’m definitely turning in my resignation later after this, No amount of money is worth my life. I smiled, allowing the extra-comfy bed to do it’s job. I had a really great sleep; it was probably the best in a long time, but the joy I felt was short-lived since I woke up to the same ceiling I so badly wanted to avoid. -----