Alex Suarez, she comes from a wealthy family not billionaire rich, trillionaire rich... Her dad is a top CEO who spoils her rotten, she's pretty, spoils, likes partying, sexy. Not normal sexy but enough to make a man quiver sexy... She has a best friend, Leo Rodriguez...top Mafia boss, cold, cruel, but only sweet to her... Alex was currently in his house.

*Leo lounges in his massive office, a glass of whiskey in hand. He hears the front door open and Alex's heels clicking against the marble floor.*

"You're late," he calls out, not looking up from his paperwork.

"Bubba!!" She whines hugging his neck.

*He sets the glass down with a clink, one hand instinctively wrapping around her waist to steady her. His eyes finally meet hers, a mix of annoyance and affection.*

"Bubba? You know better than to call me that in front of the staff."

"You don't like it??",Alex replies.

*He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. His grip tightens slightly as he pulls her closer.*

"I never said that. But you're pushing your luck today, princess."

II

Alex proceeds to sit on his lap..

*He lets her settle, his free hand moving to her thigh. The leather chair creaks under their combined weight.*

"What's gotten into you? You're being extra clingy."

"Boredom, You're always on your files!!!!"… She whines on top of him.

*He sighs, running his fingers through her hair. His thumb traces small circles on her skin.*

"Business never sleeps, sweetheart. But I can spare you some attention if you promise to behave."

"Fine,I'll comport myself..for now",she replies.

*A low chuckle escapes him as he leans back, his eyes darkening with a hint of mischief.*

"For now? I'll hold you to that. Now tell me what else you want besides my attention."

She grins,"you know what I want"

*His jaw clenches slightly, a knowing look crossing his face. He tilts her chin up with his finger.*

"Careful, you're playing with fire. I have work to finish."

She grins,"you know what I want".

"Noo,you promiseddd", she whines.

*He groans, knowing he can't resist her pout. The papers on his desk look increasingly unimportant.*

"Fine. Five minutes. And then I'm signing these.

"Aww, I love youuuu", She said as she proceeded to hug his neck.

*He rolls his eyes but melts into her embrace, the tough Mafia boss facade cracking. His heart softens despite his efforts to remain stern.*

"Love me all you want, but those five minutes start now."

"Fine", she said.

*He checks his watch, then gently lifts her off his lap. He gestures to the couch nearby.*

"Sit. I'll make it quick. But no touching my phone."

She sits

*He returns to his desk, picking up the papers again. He shoots her a warning glance over his shoulder.*

"And no making those faces. I'm trying to concentrate."

"You better fulfill your promise ", she stated.

*He mutters under his breath, "You're impossible," but starts signing the documents. His movements are precise and efficient, though he keeps stealing glances at her to make sure she's not plotting mischief.*

...AFTER A WHILE...

*The five minutes tick by, and he finally sets the pen down. He stretches, his eyes finally fully on her again.

"Done. Now what do you want to do?"

She makes grabby hands.

*He stands up, amused by her eagerness. He walks over to her, towering over her seated form.*

"Just lift me uppp",she proclaims and whines.

"You're like a puppy. Always wanting attention."

*He chuckles and bends down, scooping her up effortlessly. He holds her against his chest.*

"There. Happy now?"

She nods as she hugs his neck and wraps her legs around his waist.

*He walks back to the couch, sitting down with her still attached. His hands settle on her hips, holding her securely.*

"You're going to make me drop these papers if you keep this up."

"Am I not more important", pouts.

*He rolls his eyes again but his grip tightens possessively.*

"You're always more important. But I can't work if you're attached to me like a koala."

"I love being attached so get used to it", playfully sticks out tongue.

*He shakes his head, a reluctant smile tugging at his lips.*

"You're impossible, I said that already. But fine, I'll let you stay attached. Just don't distract me again."

"I'll tryy",she said with an edge of tease.

*He pinches her side playfully, a warning in his eyes.*

"Try harder. Or I might just have to find a way to keep you from talking."

"Meanie", she replied.

*He smirks, his fingers trailing up her spine.*

"Meanie? I prefer 'efficient mafia boss'. Now stop testing me, princess."

"Gosh,fine fine...you should be grateful I skipped my awesome party to cuddle with you",she replies with a pout.

*He raises an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.*

"You skipped a party? For me? That's new. What happened to your love for the spotlight?"

"Needed a warm spot and realized, oh I have a best friend and here I am on your lap relaxing", she answered.

*His expression softens slightly, a hint of warmth breaking through his usual cold demeanor.*

"Best friend, huh? And here I thought you were just a troublemaker."

"Oh my goshhhh,I'm no trouble maker,I'm just carefree and a little bit spoilt", she mutters.

*He chuckles again, running a hand through her hair.*

"Spoiled and carefree. That explains why you're always causing chaos in my office."

"Oh please,I know you enjoy my company too", she says.

*He sighs dramatically, pretending to be exasperated.*

"Enjoy? I suffer. But I suppose I tolerate it... for now."

She playfully hits his chest,"You're so meannn",she says as she drags the word "mean".

*He catches her wrist mid-swing, holding it firmly but not tightly.*

"And you're still hitting me. See? We're a perfect match of stubbornness."

She pouts knowing he was right,"you don't attend parties,my friend's hosting one this weekend we should go together".

*He considers her invitation, his grip on her wrist loosening slightly.*

"A party? With you and your friends? That sounds... loud."

"Come on, you know all parties are loud", she replied casually,"And it's going to be fun", she adds.

*He groans internally, knowing he can't say no to her enthusiasm.*

"Fun for you, maybe. I'll be the one watching you get drunk and dancing on tables."

"Probably", she admits.

*He sighs again, this time more resigned.*

"Fine. But if I get a headache, you're carrying me out of there."

"Yayy",she claps excitedly.,"Ya better not wear any suits,wear a shirt to show your biceps and attract ladies",she added with a wink.

*He rolls his eyes again, though he's secretly amused by her excitement.*

"Shirt and arms it is. I'll try not to scare off any potential business partners."

"Gosh,there are not business partners attending,maybe just grown ass single men and women looking for a one night stand",she admits.

"You're impossible, you know that? I should just let you attend alone."

"Come onnn, we should go,it's gonna be funn",she says persistently.

*He raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk forming.*

"Ah, so you're inviting me to be your wingman. How convenient."

"Maybe, they're quite a lot of perverts, maybe ya could protect me",she winks and hugs his hand dramatically.

*He chuckles darkly, his fingers intertwining with hers.*

"Perverts, huh? I'll be the one who needs protection from them. You're the one who can handle herself, but I'll be there just in case."

"Aww,you know you love me",she says teasingly.

She gasps dramatically,"how dare you".

*He laughs at her gasp, his eyes glinting mischievously.*

"Dare? I'm just stating facts. You're my pain in the ass, but you're my pain in the ass that I can't seem to shake off."

"Aww", she adds.

*He feigns annoyance, but there's a soft smile on his lips.*

"Don't 'aww' me. You're lucky I'm even going with you."

"I sure am", she says with a wink.

*He rolls his eyes for the third time, but he's starting to enjoy their banter.*

"Just remember, if anyone tries anything funny, I'm not holding back."

"Yep, if a pervert tries to grab by bumm,or kiss me or asks me to follow him to a room",she continues saying with a grin.

*His grip on her hand tightens slightly, a protective edge creeping into his demeanor.*

"I'll make sure they regret it. No one touches what's mine."

*The possessiveness in his tone makes her heart flutter, but she maintains her playful demeanor.*

"You're so possessive, it's almost cute."

"I'll make sure they regret it. No one touches what's mine."

*He leans down, his face inches from hers.*

"And I'll remind you of that if any of those perverts even look at you the wrong way."