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7 ELIJAH

Ever since I saw Alicia, I couldn't get her out of my system. I need her just for myself, I needed to taste her, to lick every inch of her skin, to immerse myself between her legs and inhale her exquisite scent.

God...

When I had her on top of me, I could feel the glory in my hands, and that request from my father came back to my mind. Alicia is a beautiful, tender girl, with curves that drive me damn crazy, and if I could have her at home as my wife, it wouldn't be too bad.

But I don't consider myself a one-woman man, and hurting this beautiful human being wouldn't be fair. So I have many pros and cons, however, with her around me, I don't think much about the consequences, so I dared to ask her once and for all.

"Do you want to be my wife?" I asked Alicia. She looked at me without saying a word, got up from my lap, and sat in her place to continue eating the tacos, and I let her do it.

I curse deep within myself for asking that reckless question, I shouldn't have done it, but I'm so damn infatuated by her that I can't even think very clearly. I saw her raise her hand to call the waiter, who quickly rushed to her call. An indescribable sensation settled in my stomach, that guy was definitely head over heels for Alicia, and my inner animal wanted to attack him directly at the jugular.

"Could you please pack all of this?" She smiles at the waiter.

"Of course, miss," the waiter responds, and he takes the trays while she keeps smiling at him. This had me completely nervous and wanting to break his face.

"Stop smiling at him," I said after the waiter left our view.

"I can smile at whoever I want," she responds, quite serious.

"Don't you see what you're causing?" I lean back in my chair as I look out the window, wanting to possess her. " You make everyone's dick erect, that's what happens, and I don't want anyone else to feel the same way about you."

"You're a cynic," Alicia gets up from her seat to leave the establishment.

"Alicia, sit back down," I spoke firmly, but she didn't pay any attention to me at all. "I'm going to count to three, and if you're not sitting, you'll regret it."

"I don't give a shit about what you say, Mr. Morgan!" she exclaims, grabbing the attention of the workers within the establishment.

Alicia leaves the restaurant, leaving me completely angry and neurotic. That woman is going to need a good spanking to learn to respect me.

"Sir..." the waiter approaches, and I annihilate him with my gaze. "The bill and the tacos for the lady."

I search my pockets and take out a $1000 bill.

"Here," I place it on his chest. "Keep the change."

I take the bags full of tacos from her and head out to the parking lot, where Alicia is trying to shield herself from the cold. I try to keep my heart as composed as it has always been, but there's something about her that drives me damn crazy. I get rid of my coat and approach her stealthily to cover her and prevent her from freezing in the early morning cold.

"You're a reckless girl," I whisper close to her ear. "If you shout at me like that again, I'm going to pin you against the car hood and make you mine again and again. And when I give you an order, it's for you to follow."

Alicia turns and looks at me angrily.

"I don't know who the hell you think you are, but you don't get to tell me what to do. Get that into your head. Besides, I want you to stay as far away from me as possible and forget about the crazy idea that got into your head."

"Is that really what you want?"

"Yes," she responds firmly.

"Fine, then from this moment on, I'll stop following you, and I won't suggest anything else. I'm not here to beg anyone, with other women chasing after me."

"Good!" she exclaims. "After all, I didn't ask you to do everything you've done."

Right at that moment, a taxi stops in front of us.

"Need a ride, sweetheart?" The taxi driver looks her up and down with lecherous eyes, which infuriates me.

"No!" I speak before she can.

"As a matter of fact, yes," she responds, ignoring the fact that the taxi driver is leering at her.

"Okay, get in, beautiful," the taxi driver smirks as if he's succeeded.

Alicia opens the taxi door, ready to get in, but I pick her up and place her over my shoulder.

"Let me go, you animal!" She kicks and struggles. "I don't want to go with you, you perverted maniac!"

"Friend, let the girl make her decision!" The taxi driver steps out, trying to approach Alicia. But without her noticing, I lift a corner of my sweater and show him the gun I always carry.

"If you don't back off, you'll pay dearly for it," I threaten him.

And without waiting another second, the guy starts his car and drives away from us. I head to my car, open the passenger door, and place Alicia there. She was red with anger... or maybe because I had her upside down. She leaves the bag of tacos on her lap and then gets into the car and starts it up.

"You're such a brute," she's the first to speak. "I can't believe you caused such a scene."

"Me?" I take offense. "Alicia, you were about to get into a taxi with a potential sexual deviant just because you want to defy me."

"I shouldn't have gotten into this car in the first place."

"You know, let's definitely stop this conversation right here because I'm driving and I don't want to get even more angry with you."

Neither of us says anything for a few minutes. I'm fighting with all my inner demons to keep from kidnapping her and burying her in the tallest tower, so that no one ever sees her again, just like that perverted taxi driver did.

"You don't know where I live," she speaks.

"Yes, I do," I reply.

"So now you're a stalker?"

"No, I check out all of my employees. I don't want problematic people in my businesses."

"So, you already knew all the information I gave you at the restaurant?"

"Of course, I knew it, but I don't go around telling all my workers that I know everything about their lives."

"You're definitely a lost case."

I don't say anything more about it and continue driving to her house, where she lived with her father. When I learned her story, I knew I could use something to my advantage and tap into Alicia's sensitive side.

My plan is to propose to her to be my wife and the mother of my child. In return, she would receive a substantial amount of money to pay for her father's chemotherapy sessions. And not only that, just the fact of being my wife would bring her many long-term benefits that no sane woman would reject.

However, she didn't wait for me to explain my proposal. I needed to find a woman as soon as possible to impregnate her and secure my position as the new head of the mafia. But she's so stubborn that all she does is draw me in more and more. She's the only one who has told me no, and I'm anxious to hear a "yes" from her.

I stopped in front of her house, and without waiting for me to open the passenger door, she got out of the car.

"Spoiled brat," I mutter and step out of the car.

"You can go to your other women now. I'm sure they're waiting for you."

"That's what I'll do once you're inside your house," I respond proudly.

"Idiot," she says as she opens her front door.

Alicia was about to close the door when I wedged my foot to stop it. Swiftly, I grasp her by the nape of her neck and give her a kiss full of desire. She doesn't resist it, despite all the hurtful things I've said and the jealousy she's shown. Despite it all, she desires me, just as much as I desire her.

"I can be all yours, but you prefer to push me away, Alicia Star," I whisper against her lips.

"Ali?" A passive voice is heard from inside the house.

"You have to go, Mr. Morgan," she speaks, still close to my lips.

"Do you love to provoke me?" I stick out my tongue and give her lips a teasing lick.

"Elijah, please, not here," she steps back and wipes her lips with her forearm. "You have to leave."

"Okay," I nod my head, completely fed up with her pushing me away. "I promise not to come near you again."

"Okay," she replies.

And without saying more, I walk away from her, get into my car, and leave her behind.

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