Should We Just Keep Driving? [Zarry Stylik AU]©️

Chapter 15

In this little corner of the Earth, the mornings started early.

The tide had come in, sending bigger waves that crashed into the sand, and the sky was that amazing shade of blue with soft clouds.

It was possible to hear the seagulls cackling about, the incessant chatter in the streets or the cars rolling by. People greet one another, bicycles ringing their bells and children laughing. Saturday morning was shaping up to be quite the day in this lovely town with friendly people and a pleasant atmosphere about it.

However, if one would stretch one's hearing ability and focus above all the regular noises, one would hear pleading moans coming from the third-floor window above Yitty.

Of course, if one was sitting in the sand, they wouldn't hear. But, for instance, if someone walked past Yitty's front door or even across the street, they could catch it as clear as day. They were moans so enticing and beautiful. Sometimes just one, other times two voices doing it.

Two male voices with no shame.

They cursed and pleaded for it to be nonstop. To go harder. To squeeze or scream for the other's name. They could hear the squeaking of the springs or the hitting of a headboard against a wall. It was completely shameless, sensual, and downright...offensive, even. Enough for anyone to clutch their pearls and bless themselves.

So, if people could hear in the streets, imagine what was like inside the bar!

Melissa had to put on some music so it wouldn't be as obvious what was happening a few floors up. For a moment, she forgot that an entire exercise session was happening in Harry's old bedroom. It made her happy that he was having his moment and he was opening up to someone...

But good God...they had been going at it like rabbits.

And worse, it was 'Family Breakfast Saturday' above all days!

Saturday morning 'family' breakfast for all workers was tradition. The bar would prepare the best food catered by a local company - one of the few that didn't mind the reputation of the spot.

One could find eggs, bacon, coffee, buns, bread, cakes, cupcakes...anything and everything to keep the girls, the staff and Melissa herself happy. She loved her girls. She loved what she had built with Yitty and wanted nothing but its infinite success. Stealing cars was a hustle, but her passion was to be on that stage, singing, entertaining, and shaking her ass.

Like any other morning, some of the girls had already joined that Saturday for the family breakfast. Some would bring their children or boyfriends with them, to celebrate as a true family. Melissa sauntered around the tables, kissing the kids, and making casual conversation - her laughter echoing around the room, above the music. As she walked to the bar, she noticed something outside.

Or better yet, someone.

Melissa walked to the closest mirror running her fingers through her long dark wavy hair. Then, reapplied her lipstick and added another coat of mascara. She fixed her breasts, so they would be sitting nicely and sprayed a little of the perfume she kept hidden behind the bar. Once all those items were checked and confirmed, she rolled her shoulders back and headed out the door.

Melissa pulled the door, walked out into the morning, and tried to control her heart. The Bentley Continental was parked right in the front: freshly cleaned, with new wheels and a new emblem on the front. It looked brand new.

The issue was not the car, but the dashing man leaning against it. Tall, muscular, with beautiful eyes and perfect hair.

According to 'society standards' a curvy and loud woman like Melissa didn't have a place next to a man like the athletic and All-American Evans - or better yet, Detective Chief Inspector Chris Evans. He was the classical handsome popular boy in school, with a horde of girls behind him; His beauty matured beautifully into his adulthood, making Evans so handsome he could stop traffic.