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Chapter Fourteen
Mia
Okay…
After last night I’m not sure what I need.
A priest or a psychiatrist.
The priest would be great for confession for the way I behaved with a man I barely know…
What am I saying? Barely know?
Really Mia?
Barely know is when you meet and you’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks and you start to swap stories and share bits of information about each other.
Favorite color, favorite animals, favorite movies, TV shows. Stuff like that.
You get to know each other over something you might like. The TV shows always do the trick because everyone watches TV. Anyone who takes a look at me can tell I’m a big girly girl who likes to look pretty but boy, do I ever love anything by Marvel or DC Comics, and anything Harry Potter.
We’d talk about stuff like that and only then, in the space of time that I’ve known Nick that I’m classing as barely know, could I call it that.
Three meetings isn’t barely know.
On the first meeting he told me to strip and he gave me the best orgasm I’d ever had in my life. On the second meeting he had me begging for more, and realizing that the first meeting was nothing in comparison to what he gave me. Then there was last night, meeting number three.
What can I call last night?
I wasn’t sure but what I knew was it was raw and carnal and unlocked something deep inside me that wanted him over and over again.
It wasn’t enough and when morning came and I woke up next to him, I really wanted to stay.
But then… reality came back. It came back and reminded me that he isn’t supposed to be some guy I’m into. The night we’d had was the night he paid for.
Even if it feels real with all the emotions, it isn’t real. It isn’t real and I don’t know him.
All I know is he’s Nickoli Giordano, aged thirty-four, one of the owners of The Dark Odyssey. Part of the Giordano family and empire of what people knew to be one of Chicago’s crime families. It was enough for me to run a mile at the very least, or run very, very far.
So… while a priest could bless me and tell me to do a million Hail Mary’s for the scandalous way I’d behaved with the man last night, what I probably needed was a psychiatrist.
Someone professional to tell me I mustn’t have feelings for a man like Nick. No matter how intense, and how he makes me feel, I need to get my act together and keep my head above water. That is for so many reasons.
I can’t get a psychiatrist yet. So I settle for the next best thing and call my best friend.
One text went straight to her this morning when I got home.
I simply said: I took the job. I really need to speak to you.
Her reply came back straight away with:
Meet me in the coffee shop in an hour.
I did.
I‘m here now, sitting in the furthest booth waiting for her. It didn’t take me an hour to get here. I just left as soon as she messaged back and decided to come here and get myself a hot chocolate.
It’s a good hot chocolate with all the trimmings since I can afford it. I get marshmallows and chocolate sprinkles. It looks like something a child would have. I’m looking at the prettiness of it as I wait, trying to simplify things in my head.
