Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

Enzo stepped out of his sleek black McLaren V12 – exactly the same as mine – and walked round opening the door for me.

If it was possible this man gets hotter every damn second. He was wearing a black trousers suit and black shirt with the first three buttons open. His Emporio Armani AR2434 black Chronograph watch displayed on his left wrist, not blocking the view of his tattoos.

I took his hand and stepped out. I decided to wear a fitted black dress which went below mid thigh, with a slit up the right thigh, strapless, with a slightly lower cut showing off my decent rack. I put on my favourite YSL heels and their matching purse, I curled my hair in long loose curls and added on small Tiffinay diamond earing's and a Chanel permiere steel and onyx watch, just to add a little more class.

We walked hand in hand into the restaurant; 'La Montgolfiere Henri Geraci'. The waitress who was stood at the door smiled at Enzo completely ignoring me. I rolled my eyes and sqeezed Enzo's hand before he spoke. "I have a reservation under Romano." Her face turned pale and she nodded. "I'll get the manager."

I furrowed my brows as she scurried off down towards the back of the restutrant. "Why did she run off? I was about to through hands for her looking at you." I said half joking.

"She had probably only just realised she is talking to the owner of the restaurant." Enzo said nonchalantly. I shot my eye brows up giving him a calculating look. "Your fool of surprises aren't you Romano?" He smirked and shrugged.

"Maybe."

The girl came back over to us at that point with a man who I had never met before. He was wearing a pair of grey trousers and a white button up shirt. He was relatively muscly, but nothing compared to Enzo.

He also didn't own the same gorgeous blue orbs that Enzo did. His hair was a dirty blonde colour and shaven in at either side, a little heavier on top.

"Lorenzo Romano!" He boomed smiling. He walked with open arms embracing Enzo in a 'bro hug' he turned to the waitress and told her to deal with the customers behind us.

"Come on I'll get you guys a table." Enzo stood held my and letting me in front as we followed the man. "I'm sorry man. I never knew you were coming." He said stopping at a booth at the back. "Its fine. I hadn't planned on coming here but shit happened and I had to make some changes." Unsure of what 'shit' he is talking about I stand silently.

"You'll wish you hadn't come...we have an incident in the back." He looked at me rubbing the back of his neck. "Your dates cute." He half whispered to Enzo. I clenched my teeth and reached out my hand. "Myla Mendez." I said with a patornising smile. "Noah Sinclair." He shook my hand, lingering a little longer than I liked.

Enzo's jaw tightened and Noah pulled away. "What's going on then?" Enzo asked, I watched at his jaw ticked, he was clearly agitated.

"Liam has been changing up who he plays for." He gestures with his head to the side, asking Enzo to follow him. "Myla. Do you mind if I borrow your date for a second. I'll send over a waitress right away."

"Noah..." I placed my palm on Enzo's chest. "Don't worry. Go ahead, I'm gonna get a drink." I planted a kiss on his cheek and whispered in his ear. "Let me have some fun with him." He let out a raspy chuckle as I pulled away and planted a kiss on my lips before walking off with Noah.

I sat my self down in the booth that Noah had given us and opened the menu. Not that I was planning on reading it.

I held the menu up and took a moment to calculate my surroundings in case this Liam guy tried to make a run for it. Two my left there were dozens of tables occupied by other couples. In front was a large bar and behind that the Chefs station.