𝐴 𝐺𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑂𝑓 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣|06

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Fifteen minutes pass and the only evidence left of the Russians sexcapades is a lingering sent of sex and I can't find it in me to be shocked. I just had to walk in to find the man who proposed marriage to me getting his dick sucked by some girl.

How romantic.

His shirt buttons are still left undone and he makes no attempt to pull them together. The skin beneath is white, no mark, just pure toned muscle that I allow myself to only take a glance at, not to touch or allow myself stare too much.

"I'm assuming you've come all this way to tell me you've come to your senses." The grin on his face tells me he somehow liked the idea of me walking in on his activities and loves the idea of me begging him. Lunatic.

"And I'm well on my way to regretting it." The small room we are in is what you'd imagine any VIP room in a club being like; a stage with a pole, a couch--the one they had their performance on--,a desk, a simple bed and a bucket of ice with a bottle of bourbon.

"No one but me has used this room, feel free to sit wherever you like." The way his grin widens tell a completly different tale and I just know he's fucked all sorts of women on every surface of this place.

"Soy bastante bien," I force a spiteful smile onto my face as he takes refuge in a corner of the room, almost completely enveloped by shadows.
(Spanish|I'm just fine.)

"Garcia?" Even though he's almost completely hidden I'm sure he threw a look over my shoulder in search of Pablo. It seems like he enjoys hiding in the shadows only coming out to strike and I can't help the first thought that come to my mind; 'Deceptive Snake.'

"You know I came here to..." I wait unable to think of a word that suits my purpose of coming here. "Talk about your proposal, so why ask about Pablo?"

He shrugs and allows silence to pass between us, a kind of silence that I hate, empty and void. The kind of silence that won't allow me to know his next move so I have to say something or make him talk.

"How is it going to work?" It's a poor attempt but basically the best thing I could think of at this time. The whriling red lights in the room allow me to catch a small glimpse of the smile he gives me. He knows.

"How is what going to work?" He questions and I can just imagine his smile in the dark. Smug and arrogant.

"You know what I mean," I glare at the space he just vanished to hoping the glare is threatening enough. Walking into this place was already demeaning enough and as much as I needed his help my pride might just be bigger than that need.

He seems to realise this as he moves to the desk, pulls out a file and tosses it to me. I catch the file and before I can even think of opening it, the lights come on, briefly torturing my eyes that had adjusted to the dark.

I recover in a few seconds with a small wince before flipping through the papers. "All you have to do os sign the papers then you'll have me at your beck and call." And you'll be at my beck and call.

I was smart enough to understand that Alexie Petrov would never do something that wouldn't benefit him. He'd have my familia and the Italian mafia that I'd just gotten from Gaetano.
More power.