The Shark Mafia Boss

Olivia POV

I can hear the double door opening and I look, kind of afraid of who it might be, but it was him. It was Raphael. It was MY Raphael.

I started running towards him as if it was a scene from a film and I jump at him making our bodies collide and I wrap my arms around his neck. As if it was an instinct Raphael lifts my body and I wrap my legs around his waist. There was no sexual tension at this point. Just relief, for both of us. Is like I can breathe again.

My head falls into space between his neck and shoulder and I can smell his aftershave. I absolutely love it. Davidoff Champion. That’s his smell and I am sniffing him when I hear him talking.

“Olivia look at me”

I lift my head looking deeply into his blue-sky eyes and my heart skipped a beat. I smile looking at him. His voice comes out almost as in a whisper

“Kiss me woman” – he didn’t need to say it again. My lips collapse on his lips and I feel a soft taste of Vodka. He parts his lips and our tongues met and explore each other. My heart is beating so fast that I think I am going to die.

We stop kissing and he puts me down. I look up at him as his eyes are dark, he is looking at me as if examining my body to see if I am hurt

“Hey. Look at me” – I say holding his chin pointing his face towards mine

“I am okay, no-one touched me, I am okay”

With that, he pulls me into a bear hug and he is hugging me as if his life was depending on it

“I need air” – I say and he let me go.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the lift pressing the Ground floor button and hugged me again. He wasn’t saying anything so I allowed ourselves to go down in silence.

We walk out of the hotel and he opens the car door for me to get in. When I do he walks to the other side and takes the driver seat.

“Is everyone ok?” – I ask

All he does is nod his head. I don’t know what is happening in that head of his but I know he is scared. And he doesn’t want to talk.

I recognize the way we are going, we are going back to our penthouse. I allow myself to

stays sitting, he’s not moving, he’s not even looking

and that is the first time for the last 35 min that he looks at

talk” – he says and my heart skips a beat. That is the most dreaded sentence

him and his face

say fiddling with my fingers to

“I can’t do this”

my ears, he can’t be breaking up with

– he says looking

to be kidding me right now”

can’t be worried about you all the time, I live a dangerous life and I can’t afford to have someone that can be used against me” – I can’t believe

the tears burn in my eyes. I clean my eyes with the sleeve from his jumper

can stay tonight in the guest room, I will have everything taken to your flat on

to the upper west side. He

can hear his door closing after I closed mine. I walk towards the lift and I feel

inside and he follows me keeping his distance. I avoid looking at him, smelling him is torture enough. My arms are fallen to the side of my body and I feel like I am going

straight into the guest room locking the door behind me and I allow myself

look out of the window and the sun is coming out. So I decide to walk into Raphael’s room and pack my bags, I

past them into the dressing room opening both my luggage’s on the floor and I start throwing the clothes inside, I walk towards the bathroom and grab all of my toiletries and throw it in the bags. After I finish grabbing as much as I can

ignore her and walk out f the bedroom. I decide it is best if

taxi to stop and I throw my bags I the trunk and

I walk around looking at my stuff that was all

on my sofa

my phone from my pocket and I call John. He

girl” – he says and I can’t hold it

answer him telling where I was. He

can hear him opening my door,

hugging me while he

have no