I Am Not A Prostitute: Mafia Romance (18+ Only)

Chapter 28

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Calla POV:

The party was in full swing, it felt as though
everyone's eyes were on sinister and I.

"Calla, I have to go take care of something." Sinister nodded to me, his iced eyes flickering over my breasts momentarily.

This man thinks he's slick.

I felt cold as he left my side, and I proceeded to knock back another two glasses of champagne.

"Excuse me, can I get a dance?"

The rough voice of Afanas flooded my ears, and suddenly dread pooled through my body.

The man who had made me feel like shit, like dirt.

He stood darkly in front of me, he wore a dark suit, his beady black eyes raked my body.

I shifted uncomfortably.

He looked like a stranger.

"Sinister will be back soon..." I said carefully, my voice quivering slightly.

A small devilish smile painted his face as he cocked his head and glanced at something, "will he?"

I frowned and followed his gaze.

A hollow, dark feeling pooled through me as I saw sinister talking with a leggy blonde.

She wore a tight green dress that puffed at the bottom, she had full, big curves.

Her breasts brushed against his chest, she laughed at something he said, her hands grasping his shoulders.

"Meet Alexis Bowen. Sinisters main whore, aside from you of course."

Heat pooled through my cheeks. And I glanced back at Afanas, the same grin remained plastered on his face.

"She's pretty." I said awkwardly.

I hated the way I felt. The green jealousy that pooled deep inside.

"She's also a vixen in bed, with quite a nice ass too. Except I assume you're better in bed, I'd much rather fuck you."

I looked away, turning my attention to the glass of champagne in my hands. My cheeks turned bright red, and I did my best to ignore the uncomfortableness I felt,

"You look good, suka. Red suits you, like the little devil you are."

He grinned boyishly at me, his eyes scanning my body.

I nodded awkwardly, hoping the conversation would end there, but he continued.

"How many times have you and him fucked? Ten? Twenty? If I were him, I'd never let you out of bed. I'd kill just to fu-"

"Zero." I snapped.

His dark brows flew up, "you're kidding?"

I looked at the ground, blushing furiously.

He shook his head, "doesn't make sense that he'd pay that much for a shiny toy, only to not even play with it."