Sinful Alliance: A Reverse Harem Story

Two

I managed to sleep until ten the next morning before my mental clock woke me up for the day; even though I don't get out of work until two or three in the morning I've never been able to sleep later than ten. I took a quick shower and dressed in a tee-shirt, a pair of yoga pants and Chuck Taylor's then ate a hasty breakfast of avocado toast, a few slices of microwaveable bacon and tea before heading out to run errands. The block where the club was also has a small bookstore and supermarket so I could walk everywhere I needed to which was convenient since I hadn't gone out of my way to invest in a car even though Vartan had offered to help me find one inside of my budget that wasn't a hunk of junk. 

"Hey Ava," the older man behind the counter of the bookstore, Page Grove, greeted when I walked through the door. 

"Hey Mister Sanchez," I replied smiling at him. "How's Margaret doing?'

"She's well, absolutely obsessed with that new grandbaby of ours."

"That's wonderful. Anything new back in my section?"

"Yes ma'am, put some new ones out on Monday. I know you won't need it but holler if you need any help."

I smiled and nodded before heading toward the horror section. Over the years I read so many different horror novels and watched a multitude of horror movies hoping they'd chill me to the core, but nothing ever does; I guess when you watch your parents get executed it's hard to be scared easily. As I rounded the shelves, I saw a man examining the selection before him- onyx-colored waves were cut short on top with an undercut fade, lightly tanned skin, muscles that rippled under the dark cotton of his shirt and the sleeves were pushed up to the elbows to show off a sleeve of elaborate but miss-matched tattoos and fancy gold Rolex watch that adorned one wrist. My approach caused his gaze to shift from the book spines to me; his eyes were the most striking that I had ever seen- one a deep honey gold and the other bright, chilling silver. His gaze brought a familiar feeling, he'd been the one from VIP who'd been watching me last night. I gave him a half smile before stepping around him to go to the small part of the aisle that I knew held the new volumes that Mister Sanchez told me he'd put out. 

"You know this is the horror section, right?" he asked in a voice that held a whisper of an accent that I'd say was Italian which wasn't uncommon in the city. 

I glanced at him from the corner of my eye. "Yeah, I know."

He turned to face me, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You don't look like the girl to read horror."

"Yeah, I know but when you see some of the darkest parts of humanity by the age of ten you don't scare easily." I pulled down a few books without reading the back covers and headed to the check-out. 

"You work at the Goddess Black, don't you?" he asked, and my feet halted as I cast a  look at him over my shoulder.    

"Yeah, I work the bar making drinks."

"I thought so, I'm Silvano."

I looked at him for a moment before replying. "Most people call me Ava."

"What about everyone else?"

"Well, Ava is short for Avalona."

"That's a unique name."

"It the female version of Avalon, the Island of Apple where King Arthur was buried. My mother craved apples while she was pregnant, and my father loved the stories of King Arthur."

"And what do they think about you reading horror?"

"I wouldn't know, they've been dead for thirteen years."

-SILVANO-

'My, the smart mouth on this one," I thought to myself as I watched her go to the counter with the books she'd pulled from the shelves, my eyes going to her ass that bounced with every step. When I saw her behind the bar last night I knew she was something special- curls of deep red hair pulled back with bottleneck bangs that almost fell into her ultramarine eyes, the V-neck top she wore seemed like it was straining to conceal her breast, if I was a betting man I'd say they are triple D's, and when she brushed some of her hair behind her ear I caught sight of two tattoos- an apple behind left her ear and King Arthur's sword on her upper arm. She should have been on the stage dancing instead of behind the bar. When I decided to stop by this bookstore before heading back up to Oyster Bay, I didn't expect to run into her. I stepped to the end of the aisle and glanced around the shelf as the man at the counter rang her up and they laughed at something.

As I watched I could feel my blood heat and images of pulling her full body into mine with my fingers around her throat while my other hand slid between her thick thighs to feel her filled my head. "Fuck," I grumbled to myself as I watched her pay and leave. I stepped back down the aisle and leaned against a wall until my blood cooled before I grabbed a few books and made my way to the counter. 

"Did you find everything all right?" the older Spanish man asked as I handed the books to him. 

"Yes, I did. Thank you."

After I paid, I walked outside, and my driver opened the back door of the waiting Mercedes G-Wagon. "Thank you, Paulie," I said, and he nodded to me as I climbed into the backseat. He closed the door, and I pulled out my phone to send a text to have flowers sent to Goddess Black for Ava.