Mafia's forbidden satiation

Our first meeting

KAYA'S POV

Ugh, this boy will drive me crazy. I am done with him, I have no willingness to waste my single minute with him. He might be thinking that I am like any ordinary girl who will fall to her knees to suck his 3-inch c**k!

He chased me for two months thinking that his "good boy" mask will win my heart. Fool.

One, I don't like "good boys"; two, I won't get intimate for my first time with such an asshole; and three, my vibes don't match with him at all.

How can I make this jerk my permanent boyfriend when he has no idea about how to flirt with a girl. Okay, I am a doctor, I should be civilized enough to not talk like this, I shouldn't flirt with anyone, but this is me, and I f*****g love myself. I won't compromise my true happiness just because he is apparently a good boyfriend.

He has all the qualities any ordinary girl will wish for her man, he is handsome, he is tall, his hazel eyes are charmingly attractive, he remembers my slightest of things, he is rich as f**k as his father is my father's friend in the business world, but I don't care because my heart doesn't connect with him.

...

After sending him a decent goodbye text, I went to the spa to relax my mind and body and after that, I had decided to have my whole body waxed, I have to celebrate my so-called breakup today as Sophia has convinced me for it. Sophia is my darling bestie, although I tried to deny her, she being a party animal, opposite to me, made me agree to her terms.

I was getting my legs waxed when my cell phone vibrated, it was the notification for a follow request on intantgram by some guy named, KABIR KAPOOR. I didn't think much as my fingers went on auto-pilot and I accepted his follow request as I liked his name and his profile picture was sexy as f**k. I know this guy totally a fake instant gram account holder as the name is too fancy as well as the display picture is stolen from some portfolio of any sexy male model. I always want to know about these fake account holders, I intentionally talk to them to know their state of mind, what makes them feel that any fake account will help them in any way.

Soon my cell phone vibrated with a text message from the same fake, Kabir Kapoor. I knew it. Let's have some fun...(Fun for me always in these small conversations with random guys over the internet.)

Kabir: Hello

Kaya: Hi

Kabir: How are you doing, miss?

Kaya: I'm doing well, how about you, Mr. KABIR KAPOOR?

Kabir: Same here. Well, you can call me Kabir only, no need to be formal...;)

Kaya: Alright...:)

Kabir: So, what are you doing right now Kaya?

Kaya: I'm getting my legs waxed. :)

Kabir: Interesting. Can I please get a view of your beautiful waxed legs?

Bloody creep. I had thought that he will be a good flirt but he is another roadside desperate Romeo. f**k him.

I just put my cell phone aside thinking that it was useless to expect any decency from a guy who already doesn't have enough courage to approach anyone with his real identity.

...

At the club, I stared at the dancefloor where my best friend was showing off her dance skills, at least someone was enjoying this so-called breakup party. I stared at the Rolex at my wrist, hoping that it should be time for me to finally leave this club. I sighed in frustration. An hour more.

"A Martini please." I smiled, calling out to the bartender passing by.

"Make that two." A deep voice was heard right beside me, making me turn.

My heart raced as I set my eyes on god literarily, I almost forgot how to breathe as I stared at his hypnotizing features, those brown eyes. I drowned just looking at them. His dark hair scattered as strands falls on his forehead, making him effortlessly cool. My eyes trailed down to his jaw, so f*****g structured. My eyes settled on his perfectly built muscular figure. But there was something familiar with him.

Holy s**t!

I coughed awkwardly when I realized how long we both have been staring at each other, while the bartender put the martini on the table.

"I could have bought you a drink but you look like you could buy the club." He smirked.

I have to remember where the f**k I have seen this face. He is surely not any of my ex-boyfriends, that is for sure, then who the hell is he?

"Wow! what an observer. Well done, you must have probably observed I don't want to be having this conversation." Happy that I gained my voice since his features had rendered me speechless.

"Oh I did, but according to my observations if we chat for a little while, you wouldn't want me leaving." I have to give in to him, he is smooth, plus, I got company. It's new for me to get this kind of vibes from any guy.

"Time is money," I muttered to hide my willingness to talk to him.

"So is mine, if you'd like, we could waste money together." He winked at me, this action sent a shiver down my spine.

I turned to Sophia, who was indicating I should join her on the dance floor.

Hell no!

I was brought back when his deep voice stated, "So miss Kaya, I assume it was because of the clubbing you waxed your beautiful legs today." He looked at my legs.

Kabir Kapoor. He was not fake!

"Mr. Kabir Kapoor." It was the only thing that escaped my lips.

"Oh please, call me Kabir only, no formalities." He smiled heartily.

"I thought that was some fake account," I mumbled looking at my entangling fingers.

"I hope now you don't have any doubt about me." There was something in his which made me feel at home.

...

I bit my cheeks trying so hard not to laugh until I finally gave up, letting out a laugh. We had talked about anything and everything. He is so my type, but then I scolded myself mentally to remind myself that no man in this world is my type, they all are the same, they all appear good only at the start.

But my heart was repeatedly telling me that he won't betray me, he is different from all those guys. He was doing something to me, without even touching me.

"I got to use the washroom," I said picking up my bag. I should get out of here as soon as possible.

After using the washroom, I put my arm on the cold knob, twisting it before finally walking out. Suddenly I felt my entire body being pushed to the wall, locked with his.

It's him. My heart hammering realizing our proximity, the first time I was this much close with any guy.

This is so wrong, I attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but he swiftly smashed his soft lips on mine, aggressively and forcefully. He was stronger than I thought as I appeared weak in front of him as I tried to make him stop before I finally melted into his arms.