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“Fine, just another day at the office right?” She jokes in that heavy accent.
“This happen a lot?” I swear to Christ if that little fucker Franco has been cheaping out on security, I’m going to lose my shit.
A hint of confusion flies past her face like she's trying to figure me out. She just shrugs softly, a placid look on her face. “Depends on what you would class as a lot.” If I wasn't already planning on murdering Franco’s only son, I'd string him up by his ears too.
I let out an aggravated breath and she tilts her head to the side, green eyes way too serious. The small motion pulls any brain power I was using for shit cunt distant uncles and incompetent security straight back to her. She fucking commands your attention. I tilt my chin at her. “What's your name?”
“Silver. What’s yours?“ She answers in a very delicate voice. Silver. I can see why the guys go crazy for her. She’s insanely good at what she does. If I was a different man, if I was programmed differently, I’d probably believe the show she’s putting on.
I give her an incredulous look before asking. “Your real name.”
Her eyes narrow ever so slightly. “I don’t give my real name out to customers, obviously.” Her mask slips and I can tell it’s because she’s worked up over that guy but there’s just something I’m enjoying about peeling back the layers of her.
“I’m not a customer.”
She takes a step back and her posture changes to defensive, face turning aggravated. “Oh yeah? Who are you then? Cause I’ve never seen you here before.” She makes a point to look me up and down. “Got some more insurance scams planned here?” That voice. Fucking hell.
“You ever heard of the Moretti Group?” I say, trying to suppress the smile. I don’t often get spoken to like this being who I am, but her ignorance of my position is oddly amusing.
“No.” She says flatly.
“They own this place.”
“Right.” She nods. Thinks I’m lying through my teeth. “And you're the head honcho behind this company I've never heard of? Some big-shot executive?”
I shrug with my mouth. “Could say that.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well.” She says in a saccharine sweet tone as she makes a show of looking around the club. “If that's the case, you can find out my real name yourself can’t you?” She gives me one last annoyed look like I’ve just totally wasted her time before sauntering off towards the dressing rooms upstairs.
She hasn't a clue who I am. She has no preconceptions of me. It's refreshing not having a total stranger already know your history and reputation. Women don’t usually catch my eye like this but watching her smack that guy was oddly hot. She looked like she had no fear, just pure natural instinct. I don’t realise I'm still watching her ass recoil in those sheer panties as she walks away until Luca grabs me, his hair looking dishevelled. “Ready to go?” He asks, smiling like the goddamn Cheshire cat.
I nod back towards the back room. “Grab Carms. I'll wait by the car”
As I head out the back doors to the car park, I spot the black BMW with the now dented licence plate ‘S1LVER’. Talk about fucking self-promotion. Turning my attention away, I slide into the driver's seat of my car. Luca and Carm finally exit the club, striding over to the car looking way too happy. Like a pair of hormonal teenage boys.
I’m about to pull off and head to Euphoria when I see her walk out of the back doors. The same big grey sweatshirt from earlier, little black cycling shorts. Her dark hair is piled on top of her head, her phone held to her ear as she walks towards her car, not paying any attention to her surroundings. I can't lie, she’s piqued my interest.
3
Casimira
Present-day
Manhattan, New York City
I roll out of bed at around 1 p.m. the next day, my throat dryer than my sex life. I drag myself to the kitchen, towards the smell of cooking. My best friend Hannah’s up chopping some peppers next to the stove, her blonde curls pulled up in a cute pink claw clip. I love her in pink. It's just her colour. I’m lucky really because Hannah doesn’t have a day job as such. She's big on social media. Like 1.2 million followers big. She also plays a huge part in managing James. This means I have company at home most days. Win for me as I can’t stand being alone.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge and take a few big gulps. “Morning babe.” She watches me take another few gulps. “Good night?”
I place the empty bottle on the side which provokes a raised brow from Hannah, so I put it in the bin instead. Our apartment definitely isn’t extravagant, but it's clean and rent-controlled thanks to some distant aunt of Hannah's boyfriend, James, so there’s no room for complaint really.
Technically, I could afford to have my own place but you couldn’t pay me to live alone. There’s only so much of my own company I can bear before I’d lose the plot.
“Eventful.” I Stride over to the window and open it wide. It’s mid-July and it is sweltering. I stick my head out and take a deep breath enjoying the thickness in the air, it reminds me of London in the summer; that stifling heat you can feel on your skin.
Her blue eyes flick up to meet mine whilst she chops. “Oh yeah? Eventful in a good way?”
I perch myself on the window ledge, next to the vase of flowers Hannah keeps fresh. She loves fresh flowers, always something different. They're quite green today, more of a leafy vibe to it? “Some prick grabbed me whilst I was on stage and almost pulled me off. I hit him but before I could say anything, some guy came over and got him thrown out.” I roll my eyes.
