Maid for the Mafia by Jaylee

Was it you?

**ROMANY**

I woke up with my head feeling slightly fuzzy and my body so sore I could hardly move. Something had to be wrong with my pillow. It was hard as a rock. Shifting one of my bare legs, I drew my knee upward until a deep groan met my ears. The belt around my waist tightened and something thick and as equally hard as my pillow pressed into my lower back. *What the hell? Where am I? I don't wear belts to sleep.*

I opened my eyes with difficulty. My eyelids were heavy as hell and welded shut. I rubbed at them, moaning in annoyance at the time it took my vision to clear. Once it was done and I could finally see, I gasped. I was laying on a bare chest, inked with vines and thorns.

*Damien. When did he get here? I thought he was mad at me.*

Damien was sleeping peacefully, his body half hidden under the covers with my near nude leg draped over the front of his thighs. Lifting my knee a bit higher, I felt his boxers and his raging morning wood. I giggled and the belt around my middle tightened again. Gazing downward, I noted that it wasn't a belt around me after all. It was an arm. And this arm *was not* Damien's.

Someone shifted behind me, moving in closer until his lips were next to my ear. "Go back to sleep, doll."

*Mickey. Mickey?!* He was in my bed too? *What the fuck did I get up to last night? Oh my fuck? Did I let my inner slut loose or what?*

My mind began to struggle through the events of the day before and I, for whatever reason, was finding it hard to remember what happened. I remembered the cops, and the *almost intercourse* with Alex... I remembered the clothes in my room and catching him fucking Stella. But everything else was a blur. *Did I get drunk? Maybe...* One thing was for certain, I was sore as fuck between my legs and the two men in my bed at the moment may have been equally responsible for

it.

a bit to tease the intensely sexual man behind me as he tried to sleep. I felt it as his dick pulsed against my backside and he groaned

space, but this one came from the doorway. "You're awake," Tiny said and my heart did a little jolt when I spied him in the doorway to the sitting room in nothing but his

*my* room. In your

good spirits," he said softly,

from around my waist. Each time I attempted

He and

over me?" I questioned, taking Tiny's advice and ripping Mickey's arm off of my waist. "Are you sure that's all they were doing?" I asked him, wincing at the dizziness that came with my sudden movement. Tiny's gaze fell sorrowful and he cocked his head at me.

was in on this little threesome too. I mean, *he was* naked and in my room. Just like these other two. *Jesus. I must have been smashed if I can't remember anything.* "It's okay if

be better? Just what the fuck did I do last

shook his head, sighing heavily. "It's not so much what you did, but what was *done* to

eyes again to try and grasp something...

slow. Maybe after you've