All Chapters of Mr. Mafia COME INSIDE ME: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Avior’s POV I’d never imagined myself as a matchmaker. It wasn’t that there was anything wrong with it, but I’d always believed in real love. The cynic in me couldn’t grasp how genuine connections could be forged through a firm’s matchmaking process. As the daughter of middle-class parents, I knew the value of hard work. My parents were high school sweethearts who fell in love young and stayed together despite their youth. My mother became pregnant as a teenager, and I witnessed the struggles they faced just to keep our family afloat. Yet, their love endured, making me skeptical of any process that claimed to manufacture it. Perhaps it was because I was unmarried and dissatisfied with my own situation. Maybe I was envious of the beautiful women and wealthy men who seemed to find happiness through our services. Working at a firm dedicated to that demographic, I saw this every day. Despite my personal doubts, my work required me to maintain a professional stance. When the word "love"

I should’ve been paying more attention. Instead, I found myself mesmerized by Roman Lysander’s gaze. He made me feel desirable in a way I’d never experienced before. Growing up, I was never shy. I was confident and comfortable in my own skin. Society might not have seen me as slim or sleek, but that never bothered me. My parents had always instilled in me a sense of self-worth, reminding me of my value and how special I was in their eyes. Because of them, I knew I didn’t have to compromise who I was. But with Roman, it felt different. He looked at me as if I were the only thing that could quench his hunger. I should have heeded the warning signs and declined his invitation; his arrogance was off-putting. But despite that, I felt a fierce sense of empowerment and allure when he looked at me. The more intense his gaze, the more attractive I felt. So I smiled, moved closer, and accepted his offer. Later that evening, I sank into my chair, wine glass filled with rich, fruity red win

As the hall light caught his enormous gold watch, I stared at it. A Rolex. Obviously. I knew I shouldn’t be staring at him, but I couldn’t help myself, especially after observing his black slacks that revealed his raw power. My eyes widened in astonishment as I continued to lower my gaze. Despite the fact that he was plainly not aroused, the bulge in his jeans was significant. I shouldn’t have been surprised when Roman Lysander claimed he was everywhere because he was a formidable presence. I shifted my gaze to his eyes and felt my face flush as the smirk on his face indicated he was well aware of my scrutiny. And he seemed pleased by it. “Avior, do you like what you see?” I almost imagined him saying. I blurted out an apology for almost colliding with him as I opened the door, partly due to my unwanted appraisal of his body. I felt a flutter in my stomach... and elsewhere... despite his silence. “I was hoping to meet you downstairs so you wouldn’t have to come all the way up to