Claimed By The Ruthless Mafia

Mia’s pov.

I awoke beside a strikingly attractive man. He gazed down at me, his intense grey eyes filled with desire. My heart raced as I realized what had transpired the night before, and I felt incredibly uncomfortable knowing that I had given my virginity to a complete stranger.

But he wasn’t just any stranger; he was Logan Mancini, the renowned billionaire playboy known for his countless conquests. I watched as he leaned closer, his lips slightly parted, tempting me to bridge the gap and kiss him. However, I resisted the temptation and gently pushed him away, placing my hand on his chest, which caused him to furrow his brow.

He began to speak, but my mind was still muddled, unable to comprehend his words properly. The lingering effects of the alcohol I had consumed the previous night left me feeling dizzy. I couldn’t shake off the fact that I had succumbed so easily to his irresistible charm.

I had never been one for one night stands, and I certainly never imagined my first time happening like this. Perhaps the rumors about Logan Mancini were true, that no girl could resist his charm, and unfortunately, I was no exception. I had experienced it firsthand, how I had melted in his arms last night.

Swiftly, I slid off the bed, clutching the sheet around me. I collected my clothes from the floor and made my way toward the bathroom. After cleaning myself up and getting dressed, I was ready to leave. I had already booked a cab prior to entering the bathroom, and upon stepping out, I received a notification that it was waiting at the club’s exit.

“Wait, we need to talk about last night,” Logan said, catching me off guard. Panic surged through me. Oh my God. He must have figured out that last night was my first time. I didn’t want him to think he was some kind of conquest. So, I masked my face with a cold expression and replied, “We’re both adults, and we both share equal responsibility for what happened. So, there’s no need to flatter yourself.” I noticed a flicker of hurt on his face, but he swiftly replaced it with his usual signature smirk.NôvelDrama.Org content.

I turned to leave the room, but once again, he startled me with his deep, commanding voice. “Hold on, let me drop you off at home.”

Oh God! Why did he have to pretend to be a sweet lover when we both knew he was only interested in a one-time thing?

“No, I’ve already booked a cab. It’s waiting at the club exit. Don’t worry, I can manage,” I said, avoiding eye contact with him.

I could hear the rustling of clothes and the jingling of metal, indicating that he was getting dressed, putting on his pants and fastening his belt.

“Fine, let me at least drop you off at the exit. I want to see the cab driver and take note of the number, just to make sure you’re safe,” he insisted.

I rolled my eyes, wondering why he was acting like a possessive boyfriend. Could a playboy really be this sweet?

I didn’t respond and turned the doorknob, yanking the door open. He followed me, keeping a distance as we made our way to the exit. When we reached outside the club, I saw the cab waiting there, and I checked its number. It was the same one I had booked. Before I could open the door, Logan beat me to it and opened the backseat door for me. He peeked inside to ensure the driver’s presence and said to him, “Make sure she gets home safely,” while slipping him some money. I wanted to object, but I couldn’t find my voice as he leaned in through the window and planted a kiss on my cheek. I was left dumbfounded by his sudden action. He took a photo of the cab’s number plate and signaled the driver to start driving.

I was still in shock, trying to process what the hell had just happened.