I kind of regret getting into a car with a stranger now...and the way it makes me feel. So I know you've been thinking that the whole time but, to be honest, I had no choice. I mean I know my life is messed up but not murder messed up. Anyways work was calling and "Brain Ruptured Robert" as all the women at work called him, was waiting too. He's called me 12 times over the weekend and I've been avoiding him but that's between us. Since it was spring and hot I put on a red and pink floral-themed bodycon dress that allowed my body to move comfortably shockingly, I also wore some low white block heels. I then styled my hair and put some colorful butterfly clips all over my round-shaped Afro. It's been three days since that night at Willow's house and I can't stop thinking about, Romanov. Valentino Romanov. I said in a dark and mockingly husky voice as I laughed to myself just thinking about him. I stopped mid chuckle and realized this man had me drenched and giggling. We need to fix that.
I headed downstairs and walked to my bus stop. I was abruptly stopped on the bus as a man tried to sit next to me, there were four seats in front and behind me. I couldn't hold my bag on my lap because the last time I did that, my dress rode up every time the bus moved, so next to me was the only choice. When I took my headphones and politely declined he called me a "dumb bitch". I sat in shock for the next 10 minutes, contemplating life, and then I signaled to the bus driver that my stop was coming. When these things happen, you just have to keep walking because the day doesn't stop. Valentino waited for me and we walked a very short distance to his house while he lead the way, wow he was actually being sweet? He walked on the side closest to the street and I could tell he was walking slow on purpose to keep up with the pace my stubby little legs produced. He questioned my bubbly smile and it immediately dropped. Once inside Valentino's house since that was where we were meeting up I was met with two beautiful pairs of eyes and for the first time turning around to start staring at me. Not for my ass, not for my boobs or my"thick" thighs, just me...It took me a second to get used to the size of the place. The theme was all black...of course, but it had a modern but cozy feel to it. I opened my bag as I put my notebook and pen on the table. Every year "The Professor Robert Keating" handpicks a team made up of the top five students in his "Criminal Law class 101" to intern for him and just a little after spring break he lets them do their own case. The Romanovs have been good clients of Roberts for 15 years so I was profusely reminded not to fuck this up. I had my prep questions for our client ready and he was doing well so far, except for the visible thirsty glances at me. I had to clear my throat a couple of times when I felt his gaze on me. His eyes lingering on my shoulders sent shivers down my spine. We made eye contact and I quickly broke it by putting my eyes back on my paper. His eyes were so intimidating, it's like they had a mind of their own, separate from his body and verbal language. His eyes held confusion and coldness within the seas of brown but I caught glimpses of warmth and security within the jades and forests of green his eyes had to offer.
"Where were you on the night of..." I sighed, we've been through this one particular question several times, and he hasn't given me a solid answer. The prosecutors will tear him apart, and if he chokes it all comes crashing down. After he behaved in that police station...he needs some training on how to word things so the jury can be convinced that he isn't a total nut job.
"I'm sorry are you bored, I can fix that all you have to do is ask?" He breathed out. I'm sure the redness on my face read my embarrassment, his voice had a nice rasp to it, it was so serious and deep. It made me blush harder, I tried to cover it with an eye roll but I was shifting in my seat trying to distract myself from the air closing in on me. As for the man in black...he seemed amused by this as a smile crept on his face, god damn it why does he have such a cocky ass smile, I should wipe it right off. Robert's face palmed well...his face and walked out. I forgot he was there for a second, and my attention shifted to him when he left. He said he was going to the cafe to meet a "colleague" so I averted my focus back to the person in front of me.
"I miss you around the club." He stated, playing with the rings on his fingers. My eyes traveled up from his long hands, to his ink-covered chest, onto that chiseled jawline, onto those dimples, and so on and so forth.
"You shouldn't," I said harder than intended, almost angrily. He stared at me shocked at my words. I felt myself getting angrier for letting some rich fucker make me feel way more special than I actually am. This is exactly how it starts, what they all do. I closed my fists and just started ranting.
"You egotistical asshole! God, you think you're the shit because you own a club? I really wish I'd listened to my mother when she said "stranger danger" because. You? God, you're dangerous."
I chuckled at my words sarcastically, did he really think I was going to fall in love with him for his money, and just a little bit of intention? He stared at me with his jaw a little open.
He then fixed his face and looked to his left quickly before saying, "I don't think I'm the shit. Oh, momma I know so be very careful of how you speak to me." The thick new york accent finally came through, but I picked up a little bit of something else. Russian? He continued without failure to scare me, "I'm the shit because crazy men, do crazy things for even crazier reasons... And that night in my car, the way you pressed your legs together drove me insane, who knows just what I might do to get what's mine." I just stared at him dumbfounded before his phone rang.
"Yeah I'm out, I got released on bail after..." he said the last part in Russian which was so hot for what? He said he would be back as he went upstairs.
A/N: I've been really motivated to write but kind of stuck. I'm trying to plan out smut scenes but I have no idea how I should execute my ideas. Oh well, I guess we'll see.
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VALENTINO| 18+
Romance" I could kill you right now if I really wanted to." Valentino said squinting his eyes at me as if he was debating it. "You would never harm this pretty face." I said not knowing where this confidence came from since I'm still awkward when ordering...
