Taken By The Mafia Lord

Speaking of what he did last night, Marcel got a flashback that merely lasted for a second but his head pounded so greatly he felt he would die. He hadn’t felt a hangover this severe until now. At least, he remembered going to Draven’s residence and Elvis serving him a hundred years old wine.

Just what was in that wine? Why did he even agree to take it in the first place?

God, he must be a sucker for pain. Marcel groaned once again. He should have known his limit, but no, he wanted to impress and win over his in-laws with his drinking skills. Damn it. This was definitely his punishment.

Marcel was crouched over on the bed with his eyes squeezed shut while he held his head in his hands. The sunlight made things worse and he wondered who left the window open because he didn’t.

“Take the aspirin, you would feel good afterward,” Someone said and the next thing, a tray with medicine and a glass of water was placed right in front of him.

Without thinking much, Marcel took the medicine and put it in his mouth, swallowing it down with the water before placing the empty glass on the tray and saying to whoever served him, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” The voice answered and Marcel who was about to lay back down on his stomach stiffened at once. His brows drew together in concentration as he wondered why that voice sounded oddly familiar to Arianna. Not to mention that the wrist that held the tray was fair even though he hadn’t seen the face.

No, Marcel shook the ridiculous thought out of his head. There was no way it was Arianna, she was at Draven’s residence with her mother. However, it was at that moment that a memory of him dragging Arianna into his bed flashed in his mind. Marcel turned around with lightning speed, his jaw nearly dropping to the ground when he saw Arianna standing there and giving him a knowing look.

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“Ari….” Marcel was flabbergasted, “How….?” He was confused for a while until all the memories of the night returned in full force, bringing along a headache that made him wince and he rubbed his temple.

By the time Marcel was done recalling everything that happened last night, he was so pale that it looked like all the blood in his body was drained away. What did he just see? He did all that? It was impossible. He could handle his drink – when he drinks appropriately. He clearly went over his limit.

Even at that, Marcel could not believe that he was capable of such eccentric drama while drunk. He literally disgraced himself in front of everyone, especially in front of Eric.

What would the man think of him now? A child? What if Eric refuses to agree to the deal because he views him as an unmatured man thanks to the drama? Marcel was so ashamed that he wished that he could borrow into the ground and hide there forever.

How was he going to face everyone now?

Arianna placed the tray on a chair and faced Marcel with her arms wrapped around her chest, saying proudly, “From the look on your face, I can tell that you have remembered everything,”

Hearing those words, Marcel slowly lifted his head and pouted his lips while Arianna rolled her eyes toward heaven. Does he think that charm was going to work on her? She would not be deceived!

Thanks to him cuddling her like some damn octopus, she fell asleep and forgot all about coming home last night. It was a relief Arianna found out this morning that Eric got her covered, else she wondered what she would have told her mother.

The first time the woman let her go out with Marcel and she broke her promise already? Eric might not know it, but he just scored points by covering up for her. It seems the man wasn’t what she thought he was and Arianna was beginning to like him.

However, as determined as Arianna was not to show mercy to Marcel, she found her resolve shaking even though she did not show it as Marcel gave her a puppy face.

“I’m so sorry for last night, I don’t know what came over me. I should have stopped when I was able to, but I guess I was influenced by peer pressure.” He apologized innocently and Arianna was left dumbfounded by his excuse.

When did he and the Draven brothers become friends enough for their sway to be called peer influence?

Of course, no matter what situation Marcel found himself in, her shameless boyfriend always had a way out.

Arianna nodded her head and said to him, “You know I think you deserve whatever you’re going through right now. Since I can’t punish you, let the hangover do the work.”

Hearing those words, Marcel told her, “How could you say that?” He feigned hurt by grabbing his chest and walking towards her on all fours on the bed. Marcel took her hand and placed it on his chest.

“I am hurting.”

But Arianna scoffed, “You would get over it.”

Marcel blinked up at her, saying, aggrieved, “How can you be so calm when your boyfriend is going through so much pain?”

Arianna smiled at him, although it didn’t touch her eyes.

“Perhaps, my boyfriend should recognize his limit next time and not put everyone through a lot.” She wished he could suffer a bit more so he can learn his lessons.

“Sure, sure, he has recognized his mistakes and now needs a little petting from his girlfriend,” Marcel tugged on her hand, wanting to drag her down to the bed with him.

But Arianna resisted him, knowing that she was a goner once she succumbed to him. Arianna knows her strength and refusing Marcel in bed was not exactly her strong suit. He was an incubus and she wasn’t to his seducing powers.

In one word, she can’t get on that bed!