Strange Desire: My Mafioso Boyfriend, Part 2 / My Mafioso Boyfriend (ePub)

Tara continues to see the impressive and handsome Anthony DiSorrento.
Her life becomes a dizzying whirlwind of unprecedented attention. She is shown a world of glamour and social power that she would have never otherwise known existed.
Despite how perfect everything seems, however, she can't help but notice curious facets Tony's lifestyle that don't quite seem to add up.

This is the second part of the "My Mafioso Boyfriend" series.
Dangerous Lust - Part 3, Strange Bedfellows - Part 4, and Satiated - Part 5 (conclusion) are also available!

WARNING: This story contains exhilaratingly sexy & graphic scenes. It is intended for mature audiences only!

Excerpt:
The rest of that day came and went, and my phone didn't so much as make a sound. Tony's suit jacket stayed right where I had left it, folded up neatly on the table. The next day turned out pretty much the same. I spent the whole day lazing about my apartment with Tom, waiting on a phone call from the man who had completely spun me off of my feet two nights before. Nothing, though. Not so much as a text message. I had to check my phone several times throughout the day just to be sure that the battery hadn't died on me, but of course that wasn't the case. Finally, as the sun was starting to set, I became fed up. Honestly, the nerve of this man to just run out like that and then not even call afterwards to explain. I snatched my phone up and went into the recent calls list to find the number that he had dialed me from that morning at the office. I waited patiently as it rang, and then heard that sweet manly voice of his come across the receiver.
"This is Tony."
"Tony. It's Tara. I'm sorry if this is a bad time but..."
"Tara, baby. I'm so sorry I haven't called. There was a work related emergency and a lot of fallout from it that we're still trying to get taken care of."
"What kind of emergency?"
"Well, you know... uh, one of the guys we got driving for us managed to crash one of our trucks into a street light and tear everything up. One truck out of commission can take whole neighborhoods off your grid, you know. It's been a real mess."
"Oh. That's awful." I was relieved to hear him explain it.
"I want to get together with you again real soon though."
"I'd like that too. Um, you left your jacket here."
"Oh yeah. I knew I had forgotten something. Can I stop by tomorrow to pick it up?"
"In the evening, yes. I'll be here."
"That's good. I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Alright, bye."
I hung the phone up and held it against my chest. Thank God that had resolved itself. I was beginning to think that he was ignoring me.