My Brothers Best friend (REWRITTING)

7| That girl is poison

Damon

Fucking arrogant brat. I glared watching her sit next to Chris as she looked at him with innocent eyes, as if she actually gave a fuck what he was talking to her about. My business deal, my fucking business deal and she's decided to join in on. She was going to blow the deal, I knew it.

She had her hair up in a ponytail, exposing a little too much skin. I looked to her neck, ever so pumping the defiant blood that ran through her. I wanted to bite it. just so I could make her bleed. I wanted to pin her on this goddamn table, and ask her what she thought she was doing.

All she had to say was one wrong thing to Cris, and then boom... a thousand dollar deal gone just like that.

His attention was too wrapped up in Adrien, I was beginning to think he forgot what he came here for. But I knew better than to rush these kind of things, you want the buyer slightly buzzed, in a good mood, and making small talk. Although it was a little hard when his head was up Adrien's ass. 

After watching an indulging conversation of Chris and Adrien flirting without shooting myself in the head, I had finally got his attention. He ran through the files, and I awaited egarly for his response. Looking up, I saw two dark eyes glaring into mine. The anger from her Adrien's eyes showed, I glared back letting her know I was just as angry with her.

A shaky breath left Chris's mouth as he finally looked up, "975,000 you bastard of a man." He teasingly gave me a smirk. Adrien's eyes widen at the number, It was clear she didn't know who her new little friend was.

"975,000 seems like such girly number for a man of your style." She lolled her to the side, pushing out her red lips just a little. My eyes darkened hearing her words. What the fuck was she doing? I shook my head reaching into my suit, and wrapping my hand around my gun. She was going to risk it all, I knew it. I cocked my gun under the table, I didn't wan't it to end like this. If only she didn't open up that attitude filled mouth of her's. I tried to warn her, but she didn't take the bait, and now it was going to cost her life.

She trailed her finger up Chris's arm, and gave him sultry look. "A million," She said with a smirk as I was taken back by her words. "Thats bold, that's sexy." She moved into Chris's personal space with just right look of heat in her eyes. She didn't just look at the man, she looked at him as if she knew his desires putting who ever looked her way into a trance. Hell I almost fell for it too.

"What the hell señorita, Damon... a million it is." I cringed hearing hearing him use the few Spanish words he knew, trying to figure out what the hell just happened. My mouth opened slightly, as he wrote out a check. I tucked the gun back in my suit, I was in awe. Adrien, a girl with no knowledge of the mafia corruption got me a million dollars just like that. With the bat of her eyes, and the purse of her lips all in the matter of a minute. I was left speechless.

I pulled out my phone and texted razor. I wanted any, and every piece of information on Adrien he could find.

A round of shots were brought to the table. Adrien gave me a smirk as she brought the shot to her lips, and then poured her head back downing the acid taste. Her tongue grazed her lips as she narrowed her brown eyes at mine.

I sat with my hand wrapped around my glass of whisky, and a cigar in the other hand. Adrien would flirt with Chris, then look at me with a glare. In her arrogant posture she would stare at me, smirking-just a small pout of her lips; a narrowing of her eyes and a tilt of the head.

"How do you say hot?" He asked, a little too close to her lips.

"Caliente," she purred against his ear with a smirk. Her voice coming out in her Spanish accent. I shook my head at her little act, the game she was playing.