He's Fire and She's Playing with It - Mafia Version

Chapter 14: She's An Actor

Leo was down on his knees, licking and playing with Verónica's clitoris like there was no tomorrow. She moaned his name when he slowly pushed a finger inside of her. He had a nice time. She was sexy, quite fun in bed, and had a raspy voice that sent shivers down his spine every time she said his name. She liked the usual stuff - hair pulling, a lose hand around her throat, and being fucked in doggystyle. He did have a good time, so why was his mind wandering?

Ally.

Why was she on his damn mind? They weren't exclusive and she sure as hell wasn't when she felt up that girl at the party. He didn't owe her anything.

He turned Verónica around and started fucking her from behind. She felt amazing inside. He liked every touch, her skin as smooth as silk. He moved faster, slamming into her and gripping her thighs. He closed his eyes.

Ally.

She was annoying, vibrant, and pissed him off more than anyone else had ever done. She was infuriating. Still, he orgasmed thinking about her. He pushed himself deeper into Verónica as he emptied himself inside the condom. She was pretty, kind, and sympathetic - and Ally was... alive. She was full of life, vibrant with feelings flying everywhere. She was vexing. A handful. A real brat. She was playful, mischievous, and intoxicating. A friend. She was just a friend.

He pulled out of Verónica and laid down beside her, pushing her legs apart and finding her clitoris again. She was nice, but she wasn't annoying Ally. He didn't want to know why it bothered him, but it did, and it gutted him.

His phone vibrated. His stomach jumped as he picked it up, but alas he was disappointed.

Ally had been relieved when Melanie had told her that she was busy the other night. The "You up?" text was a petty way to get back at Leo, who hadn't done anything wrong. Melanie wanted to get together in the weekend, a few days away, and Ally was doing everything in her power to cancel the date without actually telling Melanie that she didn't want to meet up. She was nice, attractive, and fun, and without the issues that seemed to come with most guys. She wanted to go on a proper date, not just hooking up. It was lovely. She was lovely. Ally wanted to want to be with her badly enough that it was painful. Leo kept popping up in her head though. She liked the way he joked with her. The teasing. The way he cared about her. She kept telling herself that he only cared because it was part of the game, but a nagging voice inside her head was slowly rising to a crescendo. What if he cared because he liked her more than he had anticipated? She wanted to put that flame out. The flame of hope that meandered through her mind.

"Excuse me!"

The voice of a man without patience and proper manners pulled her back to reality. She turned around with a thin smile and greeted the customer in a friendly way. He looked her up and down, from her red shirt with the nametag on and the store's stitched on name, to the black pants with pockets full of tools.

"Do you work here?"

He was middle age, with a face that twisted into a mask of disapproval and pettiness. His arms were crossed over his chest and he seemed to be way too angry for someone who hadn't even started a conversation yet. A male equivalent of a Karen.

"I sure hope so, otherwise I've been doing a lot things around here for free," Ally said.

He didn't approve of the joke.

"Then do your job and help me."

She felt her smile stiffen. "What do you need help with?"

He started walking without further ado. She wanted to stand her ground. More than half the times a customer asked for help it could be solved without following them throughout the store. Not that they ever could explain what they wanted with words. They had to pull her through aisle of aisle until they pointed at an empty shelf and asked if the product was out of stock, or if the price tag showed the correct price. She was utterly tired of it. Just as she was about to ask the Karen to stop, risking his rage, and ask him to use his words instead, something in the corner of her eye caught her attention. Clara was laughing, speaking with someone hidden by a shelf. When she saw Ally, she said something to the person, who took a few steps forward and turned around. Leo. She felt her stomach jump. She nodded briefly at him and then hurried to catch up with the man.