Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

"You look sexy!" Luna shrieked as I walked down the stairs. "Thanks. You look hot. That dress is doing wonders for the little bun." I said patting her bump. Angelina walked in from the kitchen holding her phone to her ear. "No bigger!" Both Luna and I looked at each other in confusion and then back to Angelina.

"Matteo, if you come home with anything smaller than an extra large, I'll break your dick." She hung up the phone and tossed it onto the table. "I love him, but I hate him." She sighed lifting her hands up and dropping them again.

We left shortly after, we where to meet the guys at the event which Fabian's wife was hosting. Matteo, Luca and Enzo already took a Limo there. Luna, Angelina and I all left moments after.

***

Damn this place was nice. A glass chandelier, hung from the middle of the ceiling, two large stair cases on either side of it, and a huge ass ball room in front of us, with entertainment, couples, drinks, money, and power.

Power dripped from every single one of the men in the room. Not offence to the woman, but most of them are either there for money...or where forced into their marriage. Either way, they don't exactly scream 'look at me I'm confident'.
Luna and Angelina spotted the guys straight away and made there way over.

Time for the show Myla.

The mafia world now believes that Enzo and I are dating. And of course still thinks my parents are dead.

Enzo was sat at the bar drinking a scotch, he was speaking to Matteo and Luca until the girls interrupted. Enzo made a confused face when his gaze traveled across the room and landed on me. I was happy with the dress I had picked now seeing his eyes on me.

I wore a figure hugging, emerald green dress, with a slit up the right thigh - it left little to the imagination and for some bizarre reason, I didn't care. Black YSL heels, and my hair was in a bouncy blow dry flowing elegantly down my back.

He leaned forward on the stool repositioning himself earning a small smirk from me. I walked over to him, swaying my hips a little more than usual, I placed my hands on his shoulders and leant in to his body. "Nervous Romano?" I teased him. But without hesitation he grabbed ahold of my waist and pulled me into him crashing his lips on to mine.

For the moment, I could have sworn the rest of my world blacked out around me. There was not Fabiano, no Luna, Angelina, Matteo and Luca. No dead but not dead parents, no complications in my life. Just Enzo and I.

I pulled away a few seconds later, reluctantly may I add. I bit my lip and smiled at him. "I think we made it believable do you?" He asked and turned slightly in his seat to the on lookers behind us. Oh. Of course, the mission. "For sure." I held back my eye roll at my tang of hurt and jealousy over that being nothing more than a show.

I moved away and sat down on the stool beside him. He placed his hand on my thigh as we chatted with Matteo, Luca, Angelina and Luna. A few people came up to me, apologising for the loss of my parents and I couldn't help but feel guilty. It made me want to cry for a whole other reason.

"Ready?" Enzo whispered in my ear. I gave him a small nod and he lent down and kissed my cheek. I stood up along with Luna and Angelina and made my way over to Fabiano's wife Jose. "Excuse me?" I tapped her shoulder. She turned around, swiping her long blonde hair over Boulder. She was wearing a champagne coloured sequin dress with matching heels.