Stella (Book One of Dark Souls Series)

Tiramisu

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viaggio su Strada- a journey made by bus, car, etc.
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It has been two weeks since I met Adonis. We made a routine of him buying "The Room" at night where we would sit and talk for a few hours. When no words needed to be spoken, we were silent. I learned a lot from him, and it was a nice break from grinding on dirty men all night.

Since Gio disappeared, I was left in charge. The audience had grown smaller as days went by because the girls weren't dancing and I didn't make them. Dave and Steve had also been gone, so Adonis's tips came in handy. Because I didn't care what the other dancers did and our income was low, I felt it was only right to split my money with them.

We lounged around and ate all day, and when Adonis came, they would let me know he was there, shut the club down, and leave for the night.

We spent so much time talking about me that I did not know where he went or what he did during the day. I figured it was something important because he smelt of money and everything about him was expensive. Once he realized that his extravagant dinners failed to excite or impress me, we settled on frozen yogurt and burgers. Whether I was rich or not, I would never be a caviar type of woman. We shared the same love for greasy foods, so I was always looking forward to our dinners because he was always taking me somewhere new and further away from Calabria.

Today, he wanted to take me on an adventure. He called me at four in the morning suggestively demanding that I get out of bed.

He certainly had never been rejected before, I thought.

Without arguing, I got up and showered. Afterward, I had a panic attack when I could not find anything presentable to wear.

"You are thinking too much," Gaia had spoken soothingly as she sipped her glass of Campari.

I'd stormed into her room and ranted about how I had nothing presentable to wear.

She pointed to her bed where an outfit was presented. It resembled what she wore daily.

There was a pair of lavender pants with a matching blazer. A white bodysuit in a halter-top design and a pair of white canvas shoes matched the fit. My heart melted at the sight of the outfit because I was two sizes bigger than her, meaning she went and bought the attire for me.

Where she featured the physical traits of Bianca Balti, I resembled Barbara Ferreira with more ass and a slimmer stomach.

"You can even wear a pair of my expensive shades," she said with a playful smirk.

"Grazie, Gaia. Veramente," I replied with a smile.

(Translation: Thank you, Gaia. Really.)

"Yeah, get out of here before I throw my drink in your face," she dismissed me.

I rolled my eyes but laughed as I collected the clothes.

Now, I was sitting in Adonis's car while enjoying the breeze through my hair. The sun beamed directly on us because he let the car roof up. This felt like those movie scenes when the friends are traveling down a long, curved road.

Adonis was playing pop tracks, and I couldn't help but nod my head along with the music.

I smiled as he tapped his fingers against the steering wheel and mumbled some of the lyrics absentmindedly. He was adorable when he was relaxed.

"You are smiling," he said. "Who are you planning to murder?" Fake suspicion was on his face, resulting in me laughing.

"Come un, idiota," I mumbled, shaking my head.