The Mafia's Contract

Chapter 9

DERRICK'S POV

I couldn't believe it. How could I have missed that stain on my shirt? I shook my head as I walked away.

I wondered what Joan must think of me. Wait.... Why do I care what she thinks anyway?

As I walked, Joan's image lingered in my mind. I remembered everything that happened. The feeling of her hand on my body stirred something inside me, something I couldn't place my finger on. She was so... Gentle. She wasn't even scared of me. I recalled the feeling of her soft touch on my shirt as she pointed out the stain. The warmth of her hand sent waves of electricity down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating off her body at that point. In that moment, all I wanted to do was pull her close to me. I wanted our bodies to rub together.

I swore at myself for entertaining such thoughts. She was just a maid, after all. She was a nobody. I shouldn't be having these thoughts about her. I had never felt this attracted to a woman before. Still, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't deny the attraction I felt to her. I was drawn to her in ways I couldn't explain. This was strange. I don't get drawn to women at all.

There's something wrong with me. I'm going crazy. I was losing it bit by bit. I probably need to get laid. Yeah... That's just what I needed.

I replayed the moment she touched me again and again in my mind. As I did this, m another image surfaced—the sight of Joan in her night dress. f**k! I recalled the sight of her hardened n*****s through her night dress. They stood erect, just begging to be touched. No... Begging to be pulled by me. I would squeeze them tightly while she writhed in pleasure. I was sure she would like that. I wondered if she wore panties under that dress. The thought of it made my d**k twitch in anticipation.

Fuck! What the hell is wrong with me?

I shook my head once more, trying to get her out of my mind. This was madness. I had never ever desired any of my workers before. They were beneath me. Why would I do that when I had A list actresses, famous singers, supermodels and other female millionaire's begging for me to just text them back. .

But there was something about Joan. I just couldn't describe it. She looked... Innocent. I wanted to ruin her. I wanted to destroy her in the best way possible. Joan had awakened something inside me that I had tried to hide for a long time. Either that or I was just horny. That's probably it.

I made my way back inside and to my room. I wanted to get some rest. I had a long day ahead of me tomorrow. I just took off my shirt when I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's Santi"

I opened the door, letting him in.

"Good evening boss" he said "I have news about Joan"

He handed me a booklet. I looked at it. To my surprise, the booklet was just a few pages. How is this possible?

"There's barely anything here, Santi" I said "You didn't make enough research?"

"I did. I used all my sources. There's nothing alarming about the girl, boss. You can look at it yourself"

I glanced through the pages. From what I could see, Joan was just an ordinary girl who was taking care of her sick mother. She dropped out of college to work multiple jobs just to take care of her mom. Apart from that, there were just a few more details. She lived a boring normal life.

Still, something told me that there was something about her that a lot of people didn't know about.

"This will do for now" I said "Well done. Make sure the jet is ready tomorrow by 11am. I have a meeting in Mexico and I hope to still return the same day"

"Okay boss"

He bowed his head before leaving. I glanced at the booklet once more before throwing it on the bed. I took off my clothes and made my way to my bathroom to take a shower.

As the hot water ran over my body, I thought about Joan. There was something about her. Surely, that flimsy booklet couldn't be all these was to her. Right? My intuition tells me otherwise and I was barely ever wrong. There's something else that's happened to her. It's probably a well hidden secret. For some reason, I wanted to find out what it was.

After a few minutes, I was done showering. I tied a towel around my waist and stepped out. To my surprise, I met Irene laying face down on my bed, swinging her legs in the air. She was reading the booklet.

"Do you knock?" I questioned.

"I did but you didn't answer, so...."

"Give me that!"

I reached for the booklet but she was too fast. She rolled over just in time. She got up and jumped on the bed, raising the booklet in the air.

"I'm not in the mood for your games" I said "Give it to me now!",

I reached for her again but she was too fast.

"Careful or your towel will fall" she teased "I don't want the trauma of seeing your d**k. If I have trauma because of you, you're gonna have to pay for my therapy".

I squinted my eyes at her "I hate you"

She blew me a kiss "I love you too, brother"

She opened the booklet and read through it. She smiled evily.

"Who's the girl here?" she asked me

"None of your business. Bring it to me"

Her smile got even wider "I see"

"What?"

"Oh nothing. See you later, slow poke"

Irene ran out of the room before I could say anything else.

I groaned, cursing under my breath. I was well aware of what Irene could do.

What's she up to now?