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Falynn
PLAYLIST: ? TOXIC - 2WEI (BRITNEY SPEARS COVER) ?
I stareat myself in the mirror. “I really let him make a mess of me.”
A laugh escapes me as I dig around in my makeup bag. It’s never felt like more of a badge of honor than it does right now. Sex with Gio is explosive in the best way possible. It’s carnal and primitive, without regard for anything else in the moment.
The more it goes on, the less I know how to wake up from the lust-fueled haze he puts me in. Even worse, that deep-rooted desire has transformed into real feelings. Icareabout Giovanni Sorrentino and his well-being. I want to be in his orbit and no one else’s.
I reapply a fresh coat of my cherry-red lipstick as knuckles tap at the door. I already know who it is.
“Another sec, Robby!”
“Mr. Sorrentino wanted you to be quick. We’re supposed to meet him on the casino floor.”
“I know, I know,” I huff.
After what happened in Gio’s office, I carefully inspected my Valentino dress. The last thing I want is to be walking around in a designer dress with a splooge stain. It’s bad enough I’m commando. Now every time air hits my pussy, all I can think about is lying on Gio’s desk, taking his dick.
Robby makes a face when I finally emerge from the restroom. It’s on the private floor with Gio and the other managers’ offices. He escorts me to the elevators at the end of the hall and we ride down to the ground level.
Robby doesn’t like me and he makes no effort to hide it. The feeling’s mutual as he’s my least favorite guy of Gio’s main crew. Probably why Gio’s hardly tasked him with watching over me.
We walk side by side more mismatched than the Odd Couple. We’re on the floor for a couple seconds before another guy in the crew, Fozzi, approaches. He pulls Robby into conversation right away. Something about security and Lovato crew sightings. Blah, blah, blah.
My interest wanes. Now that I’m back on the floor, I’m getting ogled again by any man who passes me by. I forgot how sexy I look in this dress. I own it with a hand on my hip, shoulders aligned, breasts out. Hopefully Gio turns up soon…
It’s as Robby and Fozzi gab away that my falsie starts bugging me. Damn fake eyelashes, always causing problems. I sigh and move to tap Robby on the shoulder. He’s so engrossed in his talk with Fozzi, I don’t even bother. I already know he’ll bitch and moan if I ask him to escort me back to the restroom.
So I go by myself. I slink away, side-stepping off, letting guests passing by cover me. Neither Robby nor Fozzi notice a thing. They keep chatting away about security or whatever. I’m fast in my stilettos, weaving through people headed in every direction. I make it to the hall leading to the private elevators.
One quick ride upstairs, and I can fix this disrespectful eyelash. My thin heels click against the glossy marble floor when an arm wraps around me from behind. A hand follows, clamping over my mouth to silence my scream. I squirm and fight in the person’s viselike grip, but it’s no use. They’re way stronger than me, drawing me deeper into the hall, out of sight.
Panic rings through me louder than an alarm bell. A stream of worst-case scenarios filter through my head. What the hell does this person want from me? Is he grabbing me to rob me? Is he going to rough me up? Even worse?
My heart slams against my rib cage as I fight as hard as I can against his hold. Finally, he lets go, leaving me to stagger more unsteadily than a damn baby deer. I whip around for a look at him and gasp.
Tan skin, a head of shiny black locks, a nose with the bump from being broken too many times… I’m dreaming. I have to be.
“Enzo?! You scared the shit out of me!” I sock him with as much strength as I have in the shoulder.
He grabs my wrist and holds me at bay. Something about him is different. He’s got on a leather jacket and reeks of smoke. His pupils are dilated, eyes bugged out and black. “What the hell kinda slut getup you got on, Fal?”
“You have to be kidding me? You catch a charge and leave me with the bills. Your debts. You stopped taking my calls at the jail. The first thing out of your mouth after ghosting me for two months is to shame me about my dress?”
“I knew you’d start selling pussy as soon as I was gone—”
SMACK!
My palm burns from how hard I slap his piggish ass. Anger simmers inside me, prompting me to go for another hit. As my hand rains down, he catches my wrist a second time and then shoves me hard against the wall.
“You’re acting bold as fuck right now. Must be your new investor giving you a big head. C’mere.” He grabs my hand and yanks, causing me to almost lose balance on my stilettos. He doesn’t let me recover before he’s dragging me down the hall and toward the private elevators.
Try as I might to wiggle myself free, it doesn’t work. Enzo is more than a head shorter than Gio, but he’s probably about as strong. He’s always dedicated a lot of time in the gym, bulking up his arms.
When we reach the elevators, he lets go of me so suddenly, I stumble. He gives me another shove and grits out, “Go ahead. Punch in the code or whatever. We’re headed up.”
“Enzo, what do you think you’re doing?”
