The Carrero Contract - Selling Your Soul (Mafia Romance)

The opera is not my idea of a good night and as we arrived only minutes before it began, I must suffer it before I am supposed to seduce this so-called future Mayor of the city.

We are in a private box above the theatre and I feel a little like pretty woman up here—it’s practically a remake if I was setting the scene, although Alexi outshines Richard Gere hands down in his sexy black tux.

The box is private, dark and comfy, with a red curtain draped to one side should we want more privacy. The dark red, velvet seats are like posh dining chairs with extra oomph and padding and weirdly very formal. It’s obviously a V.I.P. box as we are the only ones in here and seems we have a prime view of the stage below us, with complimentary binoculars, a balcony and a curtained entrance to our rear that leads to an outer corridor.

My strapless dress is red too, seeing as he did say it was my colour; long, fitted and has ultimate cleavage boosting abilities under a glittering faux diamond necklace that draws your eye to my assets. It’s figure-hugging but kicks out to a fuller skirt past my knees and trails the ground when I walk.

Alexi totally digs it, even if he refused to comment or admit it; I caught him trailing his eyes up my curves more than once when we were getting in here and I wonder if maybe he is a cleavage guy when they are framed by the right outfit. This dress definitely makes the most of my girls and his hands on my waist when guiding me in here was a tad on the possessive side when other men strayed a little too close with a wandering gaze.

As much as I hated obeying him, my hair is up after I spent an hour in a salon making it perfect and my makeup is naturally flawless with a bold lip. Alexi gave me the once-over with a nod when I emerged from my bedroom and his appreciative glances implied he was satisfied with my efforts. It’s probably painful for him to admit I look smoking, as much as it pains me that I had to obey him on every aspect of how I look.

I guess I can live with it occasionally when his approval is the reward. It makes for a less hostile environment and if the music was a little less ear aching I would probably be enjoying myself in his company.

He isn’t too bad as a date. Although he is a man of very few words. Even now, sitting side by side, I keep catching the little looks as he casts another quick scope over my figure in this dress. He only paid forty-six hundred dollars for it, so I am assuming he thinks it’s worth it. I did make him pay through the nose to look this good, but he would have the nerve to tell me how to dress and I wanted him to suffer for the privilege. He didn’t even react when I told him I maxed out the credit card he gave me today. Instead, he took it and pushed it back in his wallet with zero conversation, glance, or emotion at all.

I was expecting an outburst at least, seeing as the hair salon was two hundred bucks alone for the up do, then there was my nails, shoes, clutch bag and jewellery, facial, makeup, massage …… I guess money is not one of the things he is hung up on when it comes to this kind of thing. That suggests he has more than enough to think of a few grand as pocket change.

have to make a few dollars last you a few days when surviving on the streets, hungry and cold. He has no concept of that kind of life; another reminder of

watching intensely, looking at all the characters on stage,

him, and judging by his cousins frustrated digs occasionally, I do not think there is a human alive who can read that face, no matter how well you

generally keeping a watch on his entire surroundings. What with his constant flank of

but I think he could have at least left them standing outside his private box and not almost right behind me where one of them keeps leaning forward to look down my cleavage. It’s one of his younger escorts, and he has clearly not learned where his

me as the curtain starts to fall and turns his face my way, clean-shaven and smelling like my idea of a good time with his sexy aftershave and masculine scent and hits me with those almost clear eyes

eyes meet mine. For a sadistic arsehole, he was blessed

here for the second half. Get your game face on London; you have a future

escort, whom I presume is his

plush carpeted lounges, under low lighting and chandeliers as Alexi swoops like a bird of prey

way he wants, and tonight is no exception in that respect. I am a piece of attractive meat to be dangled in front of a

becomes instantly mesmerised with all that creamy flesh on show and practically salivates between them. Alexi knew he was a boob man, clearly. Another

away as stupid. He brought me as a pawn and I shouldn’t be upset to be

running into you here tonight; I wasn’t sure you still came to the opera, it’s been a while.’’ Demagio literally cannot tear those watered green eyeballs off my derriere as he talks and even though this is something I am used to, I am finding it increasingly uncomfortable as his young date eyes me warily with

can see why this red painted woman is a source of disgust and her mother must be a joy. Now I see why it is a sexless marriage. I am guessing this offspring marked the