𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

10.

My eyes met theirs.

Finalmente, este hombre siempre está pegado a su teléfono. (Finally, this man is always on his phone. )

I gave a small smile and looked away, I hate looking so dumb and innocent.I walked to the drinks counter and sat there, waiting for Eduardo to follow me and fall into my trap.

"And what will this pretty girl want to drink?" the bartender asked.

"Margarita, please" I said smiling at him. While waiting for the drink I noticed of the corner of my eye that Edward was still on his cell phone, this fucking man. I just want to finish this and go to sleep.

The bartender set the Margarita down in front of me and my stomach rumbled with hunger. 

Oh stop it, when I get home I eat a salad. 

It's not good to have a drink when you've got nothing in your stomach, but I really needed to settle my nerves.

When I was about to lift the glass to my mouth someone sits down next to me "A strawberry vodka with sprite please" ah what? How old are you? 13?  

"May I sit here?" Eduardo said sitting down next to me and putting his phone down on the table, he was playing angry birds. 

Oh, really? The heir to the Evans family - who is 32 years old - wears a fake tan, dyes his hair blonde, drinks strawberry vodka with sprite and plays angry birds. I already knew he was weird due to the extensive list of complaints he has in the police of masturbating in public places. 

But this? He's a fucking kid with a beard and wrinkles.

He's a fucking pervert who deserves to die and for that I'll do a good job, but then I'm going to pull the hair out of every Italian mafia man with a slap.

"Of course" I said giving a seductive smile and crossing my left leg over my right one, showing my bare skin through the slit of my dress.

The bartender set the drink down on the counter and he, without thanks, picked it up and focused on my bare leg "There's a straw missing from my drink" he said without taking his eyes off my exposed skin. I avoid any kind of reaction, but this man...Hello, the environment? The turtles? No thank you or please? I'm so done.

When the bartender puts a straw in Eduardo's drink, he takes his eyes off me and goes back to playing on his cell phone. With the minutes of the mission counted, I return to my trap "Mrs. Evans, this party is so beautiful!" I said trying to sound naïve.

"If you want to fuck, let's do it" he said taking one of his hands off the phone and placing it between his legs where was an erection. Cerdo de mierda (shitty pig). I'd rather get hit by a train.

I leaned closer to him and put a hand on his inner thigh "My room is in the hotel next door, we can go-" I tried to say.

"Bathroom" he said fixing his gaze on my cleavage.

"But-" I tried to say, the plan is to get him out of the building before Evans and Nicola's meeting starts so he can threaten him with his son. With the change of place it becomes difficult to do that.

"I prefer the bathroom, it's closer" he said getting up. Oh, fuck. He tucked his cell phone into his mouse gray suit - it suits his personality - and started walking. 

I quickly grabbed the phone inside my purse and sent a message to the whatsapp group.

Me: "He wants to go to the bathroom"

Gio: "Kinky"

Ítalo: "Turn on the cell phone location"