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4 ELIJAH

I don't know how to explain what I'm feeling right now about Alicia. For some strange reason, I feel damn powerful because of how easily and quickly she gave her number to that guy in the restaurant where she works. I just wanted to put her over my knees and give her a good spanking for doing that, but I couldn't act that way because, after all, I'm her boss. But still, I have this need to tell her that from now on, she won't be seeing anyone other than me.

At the same time, it was a blessing that her cashier friend came to me. With her, I could release all the pent-up frustration I have because of Alicia. I'll call her later tonight, invite her to the club, and then we'll head to the fourth floor for some good sex.

"Boss, we need to go," Harold announced, completely pulling me out of my thoughts. "They said Michele is back in town."

Immediately, my body tensed.

For many years, my younger brother considered me a threat to taking over as the new head of the Sicilian mafia. He's done everything in his power to tear down all the walls I've built and all the dedication I've put into my work. His jealousy is so sickening that he even manipulates all my partners to leave me and go with him.

"Okay, let's go," I raised my hand to get Alicia's attention, and she quickly approached.

"Do you need anything, Mr. Morgan?" she asked with her damned charming smile. My heart races, and my arousal stirs within my pants.

"Please bring me the bill."

She nods and walks away, swaying her hips, but I quickly refocus on the initial conversation.

"Where is Michele right now?"

"We've been informed that he's staying at the Continental Hotel."

"We need to find a way to get him out of here," I say. "What plans do the super-secret services have?"

"They haven't come up with anything yet, sir."

"Damn it, Harold!" I hit the table, drawing the attention of several people, including Alicia, who turned towards us.

"Here's the bill, sir," she hands it to me. I take out a few bills and leave the tip, then we get up from our seats.

"Thanks for your service, Alicia. I hope we can see each other tonight," I look at her with a bit of disdain for what she did, but I'm aware she'll be just fine without me.

As night falls, nerves invade my whole body. I have this toxic need to go to work solely to see her, the beautiful Alicia Star. I can't get her out of my system. I want to see her tender, angelic face and plant a kiss on her, to claim her as mine.

When I enter the club, the music starts booming throughout the place. I walk through the crowd and head to my usual spot, right where I can see her without any problems. Alicia is serving a table full of guys, and she's smiling at them with grace and elegance. It's understandable since she's the one receiving the highest tips.

"Mr. Morgan," a completely different girl approaches with my usual order.

"Who are you, and why didn't Alicia come?" I ask.

"Sorry, Mr. Morgan, but Walter told me to bring this to you."

"Leave it on the table, but tell Walter I want to be served by Alicia."

"As you wish, sir."

The girl leaves my tequila on the table and walks away, leaving me alone. I watch as Walter soon says something to Alicia, and she glances in my direction. I can't take my eyes off her for a moment because I don't want to miss any detail of her beauty. I watch her walk towards me, and my heart starts pounding like it did when I was 15 and asked a girl out.

"Good evening, Mr. Morgan," she greets.

"Please don't call me Mr. Alicia, call me Elijah."

"And I told you I won't."

"Why are you so stubborn?" I grumble in frustration.

"Excuse me?" She places her hand on her chest as if I offended her.

"Yes, that's what you are," I say. "Haven't you realized that I've tried everything to get close to you, and all you do is push me away?"

She opens her mouth as if to say something but seems to change her mind and immediately closes it.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she pretends to be confused.

"Just as you hear me," I stand up from my seat to approach her. "For some strange reason, you've driven me crazy, and that constant smiling at every man is getting on my nerves. You can't do that and pretend everything's fine."

"Am I not sounding clear?"

"I'm hearing myself perfectly well, Alicia, and I know it sounds impertinent, but ever since you gave your number to that guy this morning, I've been trying every way not to go damn crazy."

"Mr. Morgan, I…"

"Don't call me Mr.," I mutter through gritted teeth. "Alicia, do you know the power you have over men?"

"Listen to me, Elijah. I don't know you. I only know you're my damn boss, so I won't tolerate this kind of scene. I need to make money, and I want to do it as soon as possible, so I can leave."

"You won't."

"And who's going to stop me?" She crosses her arms.

A sardonic smile forms on my face. No one has ever challenged me the way she's doing right now. I take her arm and guide her to the elevator.

"Let go of me," Alicia tries to break free from my grip, but I prevent her.

"No," I reply. The doors open, and the interior is empty. We step in, and a few seconds later, the doors close.

"What's gotten into you?" She confronts me. "Do you need a screw tightened in your head?"

I smile. I like seeing her this angry.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look cute when you're angry?"

"I'm serious, Mr..."

Alicia doesn't finish her sentence as I press her against the elevator wall. Our breaths mix, and I can smell her vanilla scent. God... she smells exquisite, just the way I like it. I lean in a bit more, burying my nose in the curve of her neck, and she gasps. That simple sound causes my cock to harden like a rock.

"Do I have to restrain you so you won't call me Mr. again?"

I take the liberty to run my tongue along her neck, feeling her warm skin.

"Elijah..." she breathes out.

"Oh God, Alicia, you don't know the beast you've awakened," my hands, which were at her waist at that moment, gradually move down to her round, perfect ass.

"Kiss me," she murmurs.

I move up to her lips, and we engage in a hot and passionate kiss. Our tongues spring into action, and my hands don't want to let her go. I press her even closer to my body so she can feel how hard my cock is getting. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, and her hands find their way into my hair, playing with it.

However, our scene doesn't last long because the elevator doors open right on the correct floor. She quickly steps away from me and adjusts her clothes a bit, covering her red lips. Regardless of what others might think, I take her hand and we walk down a long corridor filled with rooms, finally reaching the end where my office is located.

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