Accidentally Yours Chapter 6

**Lola**

Lola got up to take their bowels to the sink when she turned back around, he was watching her. Not intensely. Just… quietly. As if waiting. She wiped her hands on a towel and crossed the room, tossed her phone onto the couch beside him. “If you want to call someone to come get you—now’s your chance. Girlfriend, lawyer, personal driver, local mafia boss…”

 ***Smooth, Lola. Very subtle.***

Enzo arched a brow. “No girlfriend.”

“Okay,” she said, suddenly breathless. “Cool.”

“Unless you were hoping to get rid of me?”

She shrugged, too casual. “Wasn’t fishing. Just figured someone might be missing you.”

He smirked, clearly aware of her mental spiral. “No one I’m ready to go back to plus I don’t feel like leaving quite yet.”

***What does he mean he doesn’t feel like leaving….who stays after they’ve be released from capture? Is this some Stockholm syndrome thing? WHAT IS HAPPENING. It’s fine, totally fine, he’s fine. FUCK. Be cool.*** 

She snorted. “You basically called me a kidnapper. I don’t think I get to hope for anything.”

He leaned back into the couch like he belonged there, like he’d always belonged there. “Guess I’m all yours for the night.”

That answer was casual too, but it made her stomach flutter.

***What is this man doing to me?***

That was definitely tequila-worthy.

Lola turned and marched straight back to the cabinet. “If I’m gonna keep housing my own hostage, I’m going to need drinks. We’re doing Never Have I Ever so we’re not complete strangers.”

He sat there, all dangerous, post-shower, snug in her oversized shirt and those ex’s joggers clinging a little too tight. “I’ve heard of it. Never played.”

“Perfect. Rules are simple. We go back and forth. If you’ve done the thing, you drink. First to eight shots loses.”

“Or wins,” he said, watching her lips like he had better ideas.

Lola flopped onto the couch and handed Enzo the tequila. “Alright, mobster. Let’s play.”

He arched a brow. “Mobster?”

She smirked. “Sorry. You just give off ‘I know where the bodies are buried’ energy.”

He gave a lazy smile. “I don’t bury them.”

She blinked.

“Joking,” he added with zero reassurance. “Just say when.”

“You’ll know when,” she shot back, grabbing the bottle.

Filling both glasses, tequila sloshing a little over the rim. “You know the rules?”

“I say something I’ve never done. If you’ve done it, you drink.” Enzo lounged back against the couch like he owned it—like he owned everything. “You start.”

She cocked a brow. “Why do I have to start?”

“You kidnapped me. Seems fair.”

She huffed. “Fine. Never have I ever… hooked up with someone whose name I didn’t know.”

Enzo raised his brows—and took a sip.

“Gross.”

“It was college. Ish.” He swirled the glass. “Your turn.”

“I just went.”

“Nope. My couch, my rules.”

She snorted. “This is my apartment.”

“Then I guess it’s our couch.”

***I’m just a puddle on the floor at this point. What is this man doing??***

Her heart did a weird little skip. She shoved it aside, “just go already. I haven’t had enough to drink to deal with you.”

**Round Two**

Enzo leaned in, lips curved. “Never have I ever used handcuffs in bed.”

“Just say you’re vanilla.” She knocked her shot back like a champ. “I’m a fan of accessories.”

Enzo looked very interested in that detail. “Not vanilla and your interest in accessorizing is noted…for future reference.”

***Dead. Dead.Dead.Dead. Dead.***

**Round Three**

“Never have I ever stolen someone’s identity.”

Enzo immediately drank.

She stared at him. “Seriously?”

“He was a banker. And a bastard. I was twenty. Don’t judge me.”

**Round Four**

Enzo’s eyes darkened. “Never have I ever had a threesome.”

She gave him a feral grin—and sipped. “Fourth of July. Fireworks were involved. Literally.”

“Hot.”

She winked.

**Round Five**

“Never have I ever gotten under someone just to get over someone else,” she said, tone softening slightly.

He stared at his glass for a beat. Then drank.

“Same,” she whispered, drinking too.

The silence after was thick.

**Round Six**

Lola tipped her head, smiling like she had secrets tattooed behind her eyes.

“Never have I ever kissed someone and instantly regretted it.”

Enzo lifted his glass without hesitation and downed it.

Her smile twitched.

“Oof. That bad?”

“Tasted like battery acid and lies,” he said. “And that was before she told me her husband was in the next room.”

Lola winced.

“Yeah okay, that’s a solid regret.”

**Round Seven**

Enzo smirked. “Never have I ever sexted the wrong person.”

Lola quickly threw her shot back, “Landlord. Full frontal. Thought I was sending it to my rebound hookup. My rent down the next month but I needed to move almost immediately. His wife WAS NOT having it.”

Enzo choked on his drink. “You’re a menace.”

“Just a little one.”

**Round Eight**

Lola leaned forward, resting her elbow on the coffee table, fully facing him. “Never have I ever lied about my name.”

Enzo’s smirk faltered.

She arched a brow.

“Oh, come on. You’ve been living in my apartment, eating my yogurt, nearly flashing my neighbor… and I still don’t know what to call you besides ‘Mobster.’”

He swirled the tequila in his glass.

“That’s a strong nickname. Has bite.”

“So does your real name, I bet.” She leaned in, voice playful but coaxing. “Spill it. First name only. I won’t Google you. Yet.”

He sighed dramatically and downed his shot.

“Enzo.” The name hit the air like a dropped match.

Lola blinked. “Of fucking course it is.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means you look exactly like a guy who ruins lives and signs autographs on cleavage.”

Enzo smiled slowly. “I only sign cleavage when asked nicely.”

She laughed, biting her lip. “Noted”

**Round Nine**

Lola grinned as she refilled both glasses. “Alright, Enzo. Never have I ever…” She paused, eyes gleaming. “Had sex in a moving vehicle.”

“Pretty sure it’s my turn but…” Enzo drank without hesitation.

She raised her brows.

“What kind of car?”

“Private jet.”

Lola choked. “A plane?! That’s not a car!”

“You said moving vehicle.” He leaned in, voice low. “And she was very… motivated.”

Lola fanned herself with her shirt hem. “Okay, aviator. Your turn.”

**Round Ten**

Enzo tilted his glass, watching her from beneath dark lashes. “Never have I ever kissed someone I shouldn’t have.”

She snorted and immediately drank. “That’s half my dating history.”

“Name one.”

“The officiant at my friend’s wedding.”

Enzo stared.

“You made out with the priest?”

“Technically, he was a hot Wiccan minister. And technically, it was after the vows.”

“You’re dangerous.” His voice was amused, but something behind his eyes flickered warm. Like admiration. Or intrigue.

**Round Eleven**

Lola topped off their shots with a sly grin. “Never have I ever set someone’s property on fire….on purpose.”

Enzo’s smirk was immediate. “You’re handing me drinks now.”

She tilted her head. “You actually did that?”

He shrugged one shoulder and threw the shot back. “Guy didn’t pay on time.”

“Like… a landlord?” she teased.

“Nah. Owed my crew money.”

She blinked. “Your… crew?”

Enzo froze for half a second. “Shit.”

Lola sat up straighter. “Wait. Crew like band? Or crew like heist team? Mafia?”

His mouth curved, slow and unapologetic. “Closer to that last one.”

Lola stared, tequila forgotten in her hand. “…I kidnapped a mafia guy.”

“You rescued a mafia guy,” he corrected. “With glitter. And snacks.”

“Oh my God—you’re not joking.”

“I didn’t say I was.”

She made a strangled sound and shoved a throw pillow against her face. “I’m going to be murdered.”

Enzo laughed, leaning back like this was all just another fun day. “Only if you tie up someone else.”

Lola peeked out from behind the pillow. “What’s your real name?”

He didn’t hesitate. “Vincenzo Marchesi.”

She blinked. “You’re Enzo Marchesi?”

“You say that like it’s on a watch list.”

“It is,” she hissed. “You’re in the fucking mafia.”

“Allegedly, and this is why I tried to keep my anonymity for as long as I could.”

“Oh my God.”

“You already said that don’t make it weird.”

She stared at him. Then blinked. Once. Twice.

“…like the Moreschi?”

He didn’t answer. Just lifted his glass.

She sat up straighter, eyes narrowing. “As in—your last name is Moreschi Moreschi?”

Enzo finally gave her a look. “You okay over there?”

“No, my brain is short circuiting,” she whispered. “You’re that Enzo.”

“Depends on who’s asking.”

“You’re the Don,” she said, horror and fascination mixing on her face.

He grimaced. “That word gets thrown around a lot.”

Lola scooted back an inch. “I have been playing Never Have I Ever with Las Vegas royalty.”

Enzo tilted his head, amused. “Royalty? That’s new.”

“That’s why those joggers are tight. You’re carrying an entire criminal dynasty on your thighs.”

He laughed — hard, this time.

She pointed at him with her shot glass. “You let me tie you to a bed.”

“I didn’t let you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Semantics.”

Enzo topped off both their glasses. “You done spiraling?”

“Nope,” she said, grabbing hers. “But I’m too drunk to care right now.”

“Atta girl.”

She smirked. “Your turn, kingpin.”

Enzo groaned. “That one’s worse.”

Enzo poured the next round, his movements slower now, looser, like the tequila was finally working its way into his bloodstream.

“Alright,” he said, tilting his glass toward hers. “Final round.”

“Make it a good one,” Lola warned, already smirking.

**Round Twelve** 

Enzo twirled the shot glass between his fingers. “Never have I ever wanted to kiss someone while playing this game.”

***Ugh, he’s really testing my willpower now. That was a good one.***