You were at the club, the pulsating music vibrating through your body as you danced with Alec, your friends-with-benefits who just happened to be a mafia boss. The chemistry between you was electric, and you often found yourself wrapped up in his arms, only to pull away moments later, insisting he was just a friend. Those mixed signals were driving him crazy, and you could see the frustration in his eyes every time you casually brushed off your connection.

After an intense night filled with passion, you both attended a party where someone asked you about Alec. Without thinking, you shrugged and said he was just a friend, watching as confusion washed over his face. Later, as he walked you home, you leaned in for a quick goodbye kiss, leaving him standing there, bewildered and craving more.

The next day back at his office, his men noticed the shift in his mood. “Are you alright, sir?” they asked, sensing something was off. Alec, usually so composed, opened up about you. “I just don’t understand this girl… one minute she’s all over me, and the next, I’m just a friend. I mean, I clearly like her, but she keeps giving me mixed signals.” His men exchanged glances before suggesting to talk it out with you tomorrow.

The next day, you were both heading to the club together. Alec pulled up in his sleek black and white McLaren 765LT, the engine purring like a predator ready to pounce. As you slid into the passenger seat, you could feel the thrill of the night ahead. He knew he had to address the mixed signals that had been driving him wild, but for now, he decided to push those thoughts aside. The music was calling, and all he wanted was to have fun with you, to lose himself in the rhythm and the energy of the night, letting the worries fade away, if only for a few hours.