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It’s been ages since I slept over at a woman’s place before. It’s unlike me. I like to be the one in charge and bring my prize back to my lair to have my way with her, but things are different this time.
Ifeel different, and I can’t quite figure out why.
I have to admit that it was a lot of fun to see how far I could push Delilah. The idea that her roommate could hear us is a huge turn-on. Delilah couldn’t keep her pretty mouth shut, but I wanted everyone to know how well I claimed her ass.
It’s six in the morning, and I’m drifting in and out of sleep as the sun rises. I couldn’t see it in the dark before, but Delilah’s room is the quintessential bedroom of a lost twenty-something woman who hasn’t found her footing in life yet.
Strewn about the walls are photos of her with groups of friends from college that she likely hasn’t seen in years. She doesn’t really have much of a cohesive aesthetic for her bedroom; it’s all more or less an accumulation of furniture that her parents made her take when she moved out, combined with whatever bland pieces she can afford after she gets her tax return.
It’s charming, but it reminds me of how different we are.
Just as I’m about to wake Delilah up for more sex, I get a phone call from Luka. Somehow, he’s always able to contact me at the worst possible times.
I consider not even answering. Who the hell calls someone they aren’t even friends with at six in the fucking morning?
I let the phone ring through to voicemail. Almost immediately, he calls back again.
I roll my eyes and answer, trying to keep quiet to avoid disturbing Delilah. Whatever this is, I doubt it’s something I want her to hear.
“Hey Akim, I have some pretty interesting documents that I think you should take a look at,” Luka chirps in his token smart-ass voice.
“Could this really not have waited for a few hours? I already told you that I don’t want to be involved with whatever half-baked bullshit scheme you’re trying to rope me into,” I reply quietly and with some residual sleep left in my tone.
“Yeah, I guess it could have, but I got impatient. I just think that this is something you’d find important enough to wake up early for,” he responds. I can hear him smiling on the other end, and it makes me want to punch him in the throat.
“If you keep contacting me, I’ll have to send someone after you, and I’m only telling you that because I think you’re an idiot who doesn’t know better,” I whisper loudly. I consider hanging up and going back to sleep, but part of me has a creeping suspicion that this might actually be important.
“It’s about your girl. Meet me at the club tonight at 8, and I can show you proof that she’s my sister,” he says, hanging up the call himself.
What?!
I sigh heavily, rolling over to meet the half-opened eyes of the sweet woman I slept next to all night. Delilah isn’t fully awake, but she’s clearly aware that I was talking on the phone with someone I don’t like.
“What was that?” she asks just above a whisper. She wraps herself around me in her half-asleep state, and I feel her warm thighs pressed against me. I’ve forgotten that we’re both naked, and for a split second, I consider just pulling her on top of me and screwing her until she forgets what she was asking about.
“It was just some guy, he needs to have a meeting with me tonight, and he wants me to bring you along,” I reply hastily. I hesitate to mention Luka’s name since she’s already had multiple bad experiences with him, but I hate being so vague with her.
“What guy? It’s not the one you had the meeting with last night, is it?” she asks, sitting up and blinking a few times to acclimate to the living world.
I sigh heavily. “Yes, it’s him again. I hate him too, trust me, but it’s probably in both of our best interests to just meet with him tonight, humor him, and get him to leave,” I reply. I feel a confrontation coming on, and I’m not excited to deal with it at all.
“What could he possibly want? You already had the meeting. You already told him to fuck off. Why don’t you have someone threaten him at least? From my point of view, it kind of seems like you’re letting him off easy,” she replies, crossing her arms.
She’s just as excited at the prospect of this meeting as I am – not at all.
“I know, I know. It doesn’t make sense. Believe me, I’m not thrilled about this either, but I only resort to extreme violence when I need to. Being annoying doesn’t warrant that, even though I wish it did,” I reply. “Let’s just do the meeting, see what he wants, and then ban him from the club for life.”
She sighs, turning to look out the window as birds gather on the branches of a tree outside. “Okay, fine. I’ll be civil, but that’s it. I don’t like this at all,” she says, and I reach over to stroke her arm a bit.
“Yeah, I don’t either,” I mumble, looking away. I already feel guilty about doing this, but if Luka has evidence that Delilah is related to him, then I want to see it. Delilah poses a major risk to my business if she’s actually part of another mafia family.
* * *
Delilahand I leave for the club at around seven forty. She was supposed to work the bar tonight, but since I need her for this weird proposal from Luka, I’ve given her the night off. Ironically, she seems like she’d rather be working.
“Do you think this outfit is too much for this meeting? I don’t want to look like shit, but I also don’t want him to get any ideas about me,” Delilah says as she steps out of her walk-in closet in a short pink dress and white heels.
“I mean, any guy who looks at you is going to want you. That much is obvious. But don’t think too hard about Luka. We’re going to sit and listen to him, tell him to kick rocks, and have a nice night to ourselves. So wear whatever you want,” I reply.
