Sinful Addiction

Part 8 - Karma Really Is A Bitch And She Is Coming Right For You.

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Leading everyone to the bar that has become one of Alexia's favorites in the Upper East side because of the view. They push through the heavy glass revolving door with a golden frame, entering the long white hallway to the lobby of the building. Mason and Alexia are still holding onto each other like the world depends on it, now just having fun nauseating Tony and Charlie. Due to how comfortable she is with Mason and the dynamic of their relationship this really feels like nothing more than an act and because there wasn't any emotion of any kind that should be attached to it, Mason could start sucking her neck right there and she wouldn't feel remotely as uncomfortable as when she has to greet someone with a hug.

"Right here." The golden elevator doors slide open.

"What floor is it?" Charlie's hand circles as it hovers over the number pad awaiting a response.

"Rooftop."

"Fancy." Tony laughs as the elevator takes off up to the bar.

"Only the best for my family." She winks looking over her shoulder. Quickly arriving at the top floor the doors open with a ding revealing the semi-crowded bar. Filled with businessmen trying to drink away the stresses of their jobs, and women dressed to the nines showing off the wealth that they have worked countless hours to earn. Scanning over to the bar double checking Danny isn't working tonight since nobody is supposed to know that she is back in town yet. Seeing an unfamiliar face she starts over toward the pink marble bar.

"What does everybody want?"

"Beer for me."

"Me too."

"Same here."

"You guys are so boring. But fine." Splitting off from them she stops at the bar waiting for the bartender to come back over while the rest of them head outside to the pool tables.

"What can I get for ya?" The bartender asks tapping the table in front of her to catch her attention.

"Three dark beers whatever you suggest that's bottled please, and...An-"

"An Espresso Martini if I remember correctly and maybe an extra shot of Vodka as well. Top shelf." A harsh, deep voice comes from over her shoulder, rattling her spine as a hand snakes around her waist finding its rightful place as he moves in close beside her. "Welcome home Miss Petrova." His hot breath hits her exposed neck making every hair on her body stand up. She could feel the heat forming in the pit of her stomach. The way his voice is dripping with expensive liquor made her putty in his hands. The smoky scent of his cologne mixed with the Cuban he had been smoking moments ago is all she can smell and even worse, she just wants to bury her face in his chest and never come up for air again he smells so good.

"Coming up Mr. Barton." Spinning on her heel the bartender speeds away.

"Yблю́док" Motherfucker. She mumbles under while staring down at the bar. Taking a deep breath to try and collect herself, "I can't do this right now Barton." She mutters not even turning to look at him.

"I thought you weren't coming back to the city until Monday?" He spins her around to face him with a quick tug at her waist. He wants to see her gorgeous full cheeks turn bright red as she tries to pretend she feels nothing for him.

"You thought wrong." She says smirking, raising her eyebrow to mirror his body language. "Are you stalking me again Mr. Barton?" The way she is speaking and how she is sitting up so straight he wouldn't be surprised to find there is a board tied around her back. She is doing her best to make it look like he doesn't intimidate her.