I lean upwards towards his ear breathing softly. "your mean." I murmur as I swallow a whine he clearly heard. His devilish smirk appears "No" he shakes his head "This is mean" he pinches my nipple in the hand that's covering my nipples I whimper ar...
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I grab the pole swinging around it as I lift my body off the floor my hair waving behind me. My left foot sweeps across the floor before clinging to the pole I lean backwards extending my torso my toes curl keeping myself up in mid air I ignore the crowd as I being finishing up my dance.
I sit in my dressing room wiping off al the makeup just really heavy eye cheetah print shadow and nude lipstick.
I pull off the outfit I begin putting on me regular clothes.
I put my hair behind my ear feeling my cuff earrings. I open the door turning off the light knowing Marlee already left. I say goodbye to Jessica as she enters her room and I'm leaving I click my button to the suv I walk to my car quickly is dark and I need to take a shower I feel crusty.
I hop in and hop out the shower I run my fingers threw my hair detailing it. I put my hair in a ponytail it's less damp now very curly though. I slip into bed grabbing a book as I turn on my bedside table lamp.
I open my door feeling hungry I get off at pretty late and shockingly enough these men have a bed time. Who knew even murders go sleep. I certainly didn't that's for sure. I put on slippers that say SL on the right and UT on the left.
I open the fridge in just a pink cropped shirt that barely fits over my boobs and pink undies I also have on a long light grey cardigan that reaches down at my feet I push my curls out my face pulling them behind my ears. I want a tattoo of the stars. I think to myself.
I find ice cream I eat it happily I hear a slam come from i room i jump nearly 12 feet in the air causing me to drop my Ben and Jerry who the fuck why the fuck whoever it is they going to pay.
My fist clench up I quickly pick up Ben and Jerry shoving it in the freezer.
I stomp down the hallway to Colten's office I believe I've never been in here it's always locked.
Probably for a reason but I'm nosy.
I grab the handle twisting it's open a smirk plays on my face as I open the door closing it after me.
I see a large desk in the middle with a duffle bag. I look around the rest of the room two windows behind the desk with black curtains the room is dimly lit the walls a covered in bookshelves I step more inside I shut the door I look over the duffle bag out of curiosity.
I unzip it slowly theres of money in it hundreds possibly millions
of pennies.
I exhale confusion washes over my face Colten's chair spins around I gasp taking a step back.I zip the bag up trying to hide my dumb amusement.
"That's a lot of pennies" I mutter pulling my scrunched out my hair Colten looks at me before my outfit then back up to my face.
"Yes I can thank Damiano Ruciano this is the money that was stolen and he turned it all into pennies. Real nutcracker that one." His tone full of anger i smile it's kinda funny on how petty someone can be.
"How much is it?" I wonder "30k" I narrow my eyes imagine how heavy this duffle bag is. I nod. "Did you carry this?" I ask he looks at me for a moment his chin reading in his hand his rings are big. Along with his veins ,tattoos ,Muscles. And probably every other body part of him. My eyes trail back up his suit two his eyes.
He shrugs I grab the handle trying to lift it up with one arm it doesn't budge I lean down trying to put it on my shoulders I being to stand up my legs wobble as I nearly collapsed. "Oh my goodness." I gasp I give up.
I stand up sitting on his desk crisscross applesauce he shouldn't mind he as like another nine feet. "Damieno Ruciano who's that" I ask putting my hands on my bare thighs.
He glares at me but with no anger or hatred mostly annoyance. "he's a assassin I hired to blow up a building in Russia after he assassinated Ivan Vlad.But he's from the Spanish mafia." He speaks I press my lips together. "Wow." I stutter. Although we barely bothered me he essentially killed someone.
"and did that happen"he gives me an evil smirk "of course it did" he pushes a new paper towards me.
It's all in Russian but it's a picture of a burning building. "You can understand Russian?" I ask baffled my lips part. "konechno ya mogu printsessa" a small grin plays on my lips I have no idea what he said.
My core clenches viability my nipples go hard threw my top. "Claro que você faz." I whisper back. (Of course you do.) in Portuguese.
"Your parents" I question I'm clearly sober now and I'm just balls out curious. "yours first." He speaks I hum "I already told you about my parents"
"Yet here we are." He adds he grabs my thighs sliding me across the desk closer to him. I huff. My legs still tight in a crisscross applesauce position.
I shake my head "You talk to Buzzy" I mutter he doesn't say anything. "I was drunk when I told him I would've told him how many people I've slept with." I babble shrugging this is seemingly unfair.
