Dark Truths

Chapter 3

Zack's POV

I'm at work, working my ass off as usual. 

I sigh as I scroll through my phone.

"Zack, another beer?" John yells. I stand up, shoving my phone in the pocket of my jeans. I grab a pint glass, before filling it with beer from the tap.

I place it on the countertop. "Thank you" John smiles at me. "How's the wife?" I ask, and he chuckles. "Caught a cold. Sick with a bad throat all week. She barely talks. Hallelujah!" He cheers and Paul laughs while I simply smile.

"Sheila is off with her new husband Derek" Paul rolls his eyes, while John pats his shoulder.

I look, seeing Leo walking over. I groan. "What? Is it Sheila and Derek?" Paul asks, turning his body around to look.

"Worse" I mumble.

"Hello, Darling" Leo says, smiling at me. I scowl while Paul and John chuckle.

"We see how it is" John laughs, and I turn to see them both standing up. "What? No. You don't see anything"  I scowl.

"Have a good night Zack" Paul smiles. "Don't look at me like that. I don't know this dude!" I yell while they walk to other seats.

I turn back to Leo to see him laughing. "Fuck you" I mutter. "Please" He smiles.

I scowl. "New policy. Fuck off or shut the fuck up" I tell him. "Boss overrides policy". I groan.

"You want anything, or are you just here to piss me off?" I ask. "Just get me a glass and fill it with vodka, thanks," Leo says.

I look at him weirdly. "Weirdo" I mutter, grabbing a glass. He smiles.

I fill the glass, before sliding it towards him. "Do you wanna mix it with anything?" I mumble.

A glass full of vodka? Wow.

"Nah," He says. "Your choice. I'll judge you silently" I shoot him an overly fake smile. Leo chuckles and takes a sip of his drink.

"What did you mean yesterday?" I ask suddenly. Our conversation last night has been playing on my mind all day.

"Darling, I can't remember one hour ago. You are going to need to be specific" He tells me. I fight back a grin, but I obviously fail since he smiles.

I guess I don't mind though. He has a nice smile. Kinda. Fuck off.

"You said I wasn't listening hard enough" I remind him. He hums. "I remember" Leo nods. "So what did you mean? I ask.

"Why should I answer your question?" He asks. "Um.." Leo stares at me amused.

"Six shots please!" A woman shouts. I sigh, walking off. I quickly get her drinks, and take the money before walking back over to Leo, who has drunk over half the glass already.

"Let's play a game" I tell him. "Ooo I love games" He grins. "It's fairly simple. You ask me a question, and in return, I get to ask you a question" I say.

I know this is a risk- a very big risk. I've known this guy..one day? And can already tell sex is the main thing he thinks about. Now, I just have him free rein to ask me any question he chooses...

I have a feeling I will regret this very soon.

"Okay," He smirks. And I'm already regretting this

"How do you know Cameron?" I ask him. "Family friend" Leo shrugs. I glare at him and he smiles. "Last time you fucked?".

I nearly choke on my spit.

"Excuse me?" I mumble. "I don't repeat myself" He says. "I'm not answering that," I tell him. He smiles. "Then I guess we aren't playing any more".

I quickly realise what he's doing.

He's trying to get me to back out.

This bitch.

Well, mark my word I will not back out until I get my answers.

"I don't know..what dates today?" I ask. He snorts. "The fuck if I know. I think it's a Tuesday if that helps" Leo says. "I thought it was Saturday?" I mumble.

We look at each other before we both start to laugh.

"I don't know, like..two- maybe three months ago?" I answer. I never go out, and it's been a while since someone hot has walked in through the doors of this bar.

"I can change that if you want" Leo suggests. I chuckle. "Nice try. My turn" I tell him. He takes a sip of his drink. "What did you mean when you said I need to listen harder?" I ask.

"I meant you got your facts wrong" He answers. "I know that, I mean what was I wrong about?" I say. "Ahh, but you didn't ask that" He smirks while I glare at him.

"My turn..." He pretends to think, when we both know he has his question ready. Asshole. "What's your biggest turn-on?" He asks.

"I don't know...tattoos I guess" I answer. Leo doesn't have any visible tattoos, but then again I've never looked for them. And I've only ever seen him in long sleeves shirts...

The grin on his face tells me he does have a tattoo somewhere.

"What fact was wrong yesterday?" I ask him. "My involvement in the mafia" He answers.

Finally, some information.

Wait, so he's not involved in it? No, he has to be. Maybe he's more important than I thought.

Wait, when did I even mention what involvement I thought he had?

"Sexuality?" Leo asks. "Don't have one. I fuck whoever I feel like fucking" I tell him. I've never seen the point in trying to label myself if it could be changed by anyone at any time.

"Do you have any involvement in a mafia at all?" I ask. "Yes," He nods.

So he's defiantly in it.. what place though? Do I even want to know?

"Biggest kink?" Leo asks, and I freeze. "I'm not answering that," I tell him. "Then I'm afraid our game here is done, darling".

"Ask another question" I demand. He smirks. "No". I scowl. "Fuck you".

"Like I said, please," Leo says, and I roll my eyes. He takes the last bit of his drink, before standing up from his stool.

"This was fun. We should do it again sometime" Leo tells me. I glare at him as he walks away.  And I know he can tell. I don't know what to feel though. Should I feel happy he can tell, and knows I hate his guts or pissed because he's not bothered by it.

I go with both.