Inked Desires

Chapter 4

It was already light when I left the club, so I jumped in my car and drove home. It was too early to call the tattoo parlor, so I put on my shorts and bustier and went for a run. After plugging in my headphones and turning on my iPad I started running with some Bulgarian Trap playing in my ears. Yes, I'm Bulgarian and I love our folk music, but the remixes sounded great to my ears and inspired me to not only relax to the core but to push myself as hard as possible.

I was sweating profusely when I got home as if I had just taken a shower. Because my hair was stuck to my head and my clothes were wet, I removed them and took a shower. It was already 10 a.m. when I finished and checked the time, so I picked up the phone and called the tattoo parlor.

"Hello! You contacted Dark Art! Sarah is my name. "How can I assist you?" The voice of a young girl responded.

"Hello there! I'd like to make an appointment for a tattoo, please!" I replied.

"Sure! Where exactly do you want it?" she inquired.

"I'd rather do it on my back!"

"You certainly can! At 2:00 PM, there is only one tattoo artist available. I'll make an appointment for you with him. Is that all right?" She stated it once more.

"That's excellent!" I responded.

"Send me a picture of the tattoo you want, and he'll draw it!"

"Can I text you at this number?" I inquired of her.

"Without a doubt! Please tell me your name!"

"Donev Milla!" I responded once more, greeting her and wishing her a good day before hanging up.

I arrived at the salon at 1:30 and went to the reception desk to confirm my presence.

"Hades now has a client, and it will most likely be some time before you are next. Please feel free to consume whatever you desire!" Sarah said with a warm smile.

"A bottle of water would be great! Thank you!" I took the water from her grasp and went to the back of the building to smoke.

My mind was racing with all kinds of thoughts ranging from my sick grandmother to the damn club where I had to strip for those jerks. I put my headphones in my ears and began listening to music to distract myself from these reflections. I lit a cigarette and closed my eyes to concentrate on that divine sound. I enjoyed music and dancing, but not in this way. Not for unknown men who would pay anything to fuck me for one night. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't a virgin, but I couldn't stand the thought of a jerk like Nick paying hard cash to have a sexual act with me.

I'm not sure how much time had passed, but I was so engrossed in the music that I jumped when I felt a tap on my left shoulder. I quickly removed my headphones and opened my eyes to see my very own Greek god standing in front of me. His eyes were hard, and his jaw was clenched. He was right to be angry; who knows how many times he would have yelled at me? He was now dressed in a sleeveless t-shirt, and I could see that his arms and knuckles were covered in tattoos, and the one on his neck was going down his chest and probably his abdomen as well.

He had a piercing in his right ear and one in his nose that I hadn't noticed before.

"Please forgive me; I didn't see you when you came!" I was out of breath from the scare he gave me.

"Again! You seem to have a habit of missing me! "He said it in a deep voice that liquefied my legs. "Are you Milla?" He then asked me, and I noticed he had a tongue piercing as well.

"Where else could this man have piercings or tattoos?" I thought but quickly shook my head to clear my mind of the filthy image that had just appeared.