The Mafia's Married Mistress

Jason Dawson

I sat alone at the bar, nursing a glass of the finest scotch. The plush, dimly lit lounge of the Ritz-Carlton exuded an air of sophistication and exclusivity. It was my favorite haunt, a place where I could escape the demands of my high-powered life and indulge in a moment of solitude.

As I swirled the amber liquid, the weight of my responsibilities faded into the background. The stress of closing multimillion-dollar deals, the relentless pressure to maintain my family's legacy - it all seemed to melt away in this sanctuary. This was my sanctuary.

Until _she_ stumbled in.

A young woman, clearly intoxicated, stumbled and nearly fell to the floor. Without even thinking, I rushed over and steadied her, my hands gripping her arms to keep her upright.

"Are you okay?" I asked, flashing her a concerned smile.

"I'm fine, I'm fine..." she slurred, looking up at me with glazed eyes. "Just need another drink..."

I guided her over to the bar, helping her onto the stool next to mine. Up close, I could see that she was quite attractive - long brown hair, full lips, and a figure that filled out her tight dress in all the right places. Something about her vulnerability and inebriated state sparked an interest in me.

"Let me get you some water instead," I said, gesturing to the bartender. "You've had enough to drink for one night, I think."

She pouted a bit, but didn't protest as I placed the glass of water in front of her. As she sipped it slowly, I took the opportunity to study her features more closely. There was a delicate prettiness to her face, but also a hardness around the edges - like she'd been through a lot.

"I'm Jason, by the way," I said, extending my hand.

"Sarah," she replied, shaking it weakly.

We fell into easy conversation after that, my natural charm and confidence putting her at ease. I learned that she was in town on a business trip, and had come to the hotel bar to unwind after a long day of meetings. Somehow, she'd ended up drinking far more than she intended.

As the minutes ticked by, Sarah became more animated, her inhibitions clearly lowered by the alcohol. She leaned in closer to me, batting her eyelashes and occasionally placing a hand on my arm. I could sense the tension building between us, a spark of mutual attraction igniting.

Without really thinking it through, I found myself suggesting we continue our conversation in private. "My suite is just upstairs," I murmured, my hand brushing against the small of her back. "It's much more comfortable than this crowded bar."

Sarah hesitated for just a moment, then nodded. "Okay," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Hand in hand, we made our way to the elevators, stumbling a bit as we went. The tension was palpable, both of us practically buzzing with anticipation. When we finally reached my suite, I quickly unlocked the door and ushered her inside, pulling her into my arms the moment it closed behind us.

Our kiss was hungry and desperate, all restraint falling away as our bodies pressed together. I guided her backwards towards the bed, my hands roaming over her curves as she moaned softly against my lips. Before long, we were a tangle of limbs, clothes being hastily discarded as we fell onto the plush mattress.

Afterwards, as we lay tangled in the sheets, a strange sense of calm settled over me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt this satisfied, this content. There was something about Sarah that just drew me in, some allure that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I turned my head to look at her, taking in the way the early morning light filtered in through the curtains, casting a soft glow over her face. She looked peaceful, her features relaxed in sleep. A small smile played on my lips as I reached out to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

But just as quickly as the tranquility had come, it was shattered. Sarah stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she took in her surroundings. I watched as the realization slowly dawned on her, her expression morphing from confusion to panic.

"Oh no, what have I done?" she murmured, hastily sitting up and gathering her clothes.

I propped myself up on one elbow, thoroughly confused by her reaction. "What's wrong?" I asked, reaching out to her.

She flinched away from my touch, her eyes wild. "I...I can't be here. I have to go."