Page 61 of Vows of a Mobster

I bit my lip hard, focusing on the physical pain, rather than my hurt feelings. My feelings didn’t matter. This was just a short-term arrangement… with a man that would be out of my life very soon. I glanced at the door, needing space from him, desperate to be alone.

“I’m going to use the restroom,” I told him.

“You will remain within my sight till I can arrange all the security.”

“What?” I snickered incredulously. “I can’t even go into the bathroom?”

We eyed each other, silence stretching while many words floated in the air. I was scared unless I got away from him, my frustration would get the best of me. And I certainly didn’t want to start crying self-pity tears in front of him. Fuck, I couldn’t even remember when was the last time I cried.

“You can use my private bathroom,” he finally said.

It was better than breaking down in front of him. “Where is that?”

He pointed to the corner of his office and I hurried towards it. As soon as I entered, I locked the door behind me and a shaky breath left me.

Oh my God! What am I going to do?

Maybe I could have Marissa or Daphne smuggle me a morning after pill. But that would put them in danger and we were in enough shit as it was. There was no doubt in my mind Mateo’s plan would be thorough and bulletproof. My only way out was if this unprotected sex proved to be futile.

I felt sick just thinking about it. Or maybe it was lack of breakfast since I had to run out the door and straight into my doom. How could I forget about the stupid condom? You would have thought I learned.

Five years is a long time to go without sex, I tried to give myself a break. Shit, shit, shit.

“Mateo,” I called out. Fuck Mateo! I should call him Mob Boss. I peeked through the door and he was actually sitting at his desk working. At least one of us was unaffected by what happened.

“Yes, Brianna,” he answered, raising his head. His striking green eyes met mine, and I swore my body heated up again.

Fuck no, you don’t!No more cock or anything for me.

“Can I have my phone please?” I asked him. I won’t call Marissa but I could start that group chat.

He regarded me as if he was reading me. “I want to count days,” I justified. “Since my last period. So I know how long this shit will last.”

It was a bold-faced lie. But he didn’t know me well, so he couldn’t possibly know when I was lying. I knew exactly when my last period was. And I knew from that day that I couldn’t have possibly have had unprotected sex at the worst time.

Or best if you are trying to get pregnant, I thought wryly. Unfortunately for me, I wasn’t trying to get pregnant.

“Where is it?” he asked.

“Side pocket of my purse,” I muttered, almost not believing he fell for it. I kept my face expressionless though. If we were to get out of this alive, I had to stop making mistakes. I wished I had never spilled coffee on him, almost a week ago now. And if I really had to spill coffee on him, I wished there wasn’t any conversation going on.

He came over and handed me my phone. “Thanks.”

Immediately, I shut the door in his face. I didn't care what he thought.

I quickly turned the phone to silent mode and started a group chat with Marissa and Daphne.

Me: Did everything go okay with Emma?

Marissa: Yes, perfect.

Daphne: How did everything go with you?

Marissa: You’re following the pussy whipped plan, right?

Me: That was the dumbest plan. Is there such a thing as cock whipped?

Daphne: I never heard it before.