The Deal | Dan x Reader 1930's Mobster AU

Get Out

Yeeeeeet.

First day of school today and I already hate it. -_-

Enjoy~

(Y/n)'s POV

I washed away all the rain and cold from my body in the shower and stepped out into the icy cold air. There was a probability I'd catch some nasty bug but that was the least of my concerns. I wrapped myself up in a robe, not caring to put pajamas on. Almost instantaneous to me seating myself on my bed there was a single rap on the door. I never seemed to catch a moment to myself. I stood up and shuffled across the floor, hugging my robe to my body. My collar pressed up against the nape of my neck to block my skin from the ends of my wet hair. I pulled open the door, knowing what I looked like and most likely ghastly white on top of that. I didn't care.

Dan opened his mouth, most likely with a prepared speech for me, but closed it when he saw me. Of course he had never seen me with my hair down or wet, nor in a robe like this. He's seen a lot worse. Images flashed at the back of my eyelids each time I blinked, no matter how many times I tried to wipe them clean. I had even resorted to rubbing my eyes so that the lids were red to those who looked at me.

"Yes?" I asked. He made a gesture as to enter my room and my hand jerked up to block the entrance, gripping onto the wood doorframe. His eyes flitted to that and then back to my face. I felt subconscious with my robe slipping as I held my arms up to block him, but I wasn't about to let him in.

"You must think terribly of me now," he said. To be quite honest, I did see him as a murderer, but what really scared me was just how okay I was with it. Something that frightened me more was my husband's death rather than someone who had just spilled blood being just a half foot away. I knew it happened, and I want to hate myself for going, I want to hate Dan for working this way, but I don't.

That's what scares me.

"No. I don't," I stated and let my hand slip from the door to hold the clothing to my body.

"You do."

"Who said so? Even if I did, why would it concern you?"

"Didn't I tell you that your safety, my employee's safety, is most important?" He asked. This was true. Either he highly regarded my view of him, he genuinely cared for my health, or he didn't want to ruin his chances at me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, but something about the first 2 didn't seem appealing either.

"You did."

"And any sort of mental things that I may have caused I want to fix," he said. "I knew I shouldn't have let you come."

"It's my own personal problem, nothing of which concerns you. You murdered him. That's a fact and what scares me is that it doesn't bother me as much as it should." He glanced down and I stepped aside to let him in. We both lazily made our way to my bed, sitting on the edge of it.

"You can see me as a murderer, stay away, I don't care anymore," he sighed and I looked over to him.

"What ever happened to you being a rude flirt. What ever happened to you hating me?"

"Who said I hated you?" I paused.

"No one. I guess it was just easier to think you did. That you were just a horrible boss," I said. There was a long pause of silence and I kept my eyes trained at the ground. "I saw him."

"Who?"

"My husband." Dan paused and it was quiet again. "I don't know why he haunts me so much."

"That's normal with any death, I should've kept that in mind when deciding to bring you."

"I would've come either way," I mumbled. He shifted closer and did the unexpected. He wrapped his arms around my body, shrinking to around my height so that my head could rest next to his. He hugged me tightly and I remained shocked before returning the hug.

"I'm sorry anyway."

"I see you've gotten better at the apology thing," I murmured and I could hear a low chuckle, feeling the rumble in my chest. We just remained hugging for a while, his chin resting gently on my shoulder. After around a minute of just comfortable silence I felt his head shift so he was facing my neck.

I could feel his warm breath rhythmically running over my skin and I felt my heart begin to race. His opposing arm, slid down to rest his hand on my hip and I remained still. What was he doing? It was then I realized I was still in a robe and the shoulder had slipped, resting just below where my shoulder curved. I felt his lips press gently on my shoulder and a burning sensation shot through my body.

His lips pressed to my collar bone next, and the burn spread, my nerves kicking in. Why wasn't I stopping him? His lips brushed the base of my neck and I could feel warmth from where the tip of his tongue touched my skin. My breath was shaky by now and I remained frozen. His mouth ran parallel to my neck so that I could feel his breath skim over me and he placed his lips on my jaw so that I could see his face so close to mine. He pulled away and shifted up so that we were looking at each other, pooling brown eyes staring at me with a hungry lust that made me sick. I could feel the hot air from his mouth against my parted lips and that's when it finally caught up to me. I shoved him back, my hands pressed against his chest and I gripped my robe back up my shoulder, the 4 spots burning into my body.

"What are you doing?! We just had a moment and I was here for comfort! I just told you my husband was on my mind and you think that's a good time to take advantage of me!" I said, my eyes stinging now, as if I hadn't cried enough for the day. I had sat in my bed earlier crying into a book I had set out to read, but couldn't get through with all that had been on my mind.

"You weren't stopping me! I thought that maybe you'd finally open up to me!"

"Do you not have a sincere bone in your body?! All I really wanted was to express my concerns! And you just came here for another chance at me..." I yelled, tears dripping out the corners of my eyes now. I had trailed off, realizing I just spilled my guts to this guy who seriously didn't care.

It was the latter.

He only wanted to secure his place as the guy who flirted with me.

He didn't want to loose that chance.

"No, don't--I didn't come here for that! I just tho--"

"I don't care! Whether it was your first intention or it just popped into your head, you still made that move!" I said. It finally clicked in my head. "GET OUT!" He seemed taken aback, watching the tears dropping down my cheeks.

"(Y/n)..."

"GET. OUT." His hurt eyes scanned my face and he gave me a look like he was sorry. He walked from the room, peeking back at me before shutting the door.

He really only cared about sex.

I yanked open the drawers and began pulling out all my stuff, piling them on the floor before shoving them in my suitcase still stashed under my bed. I smashed everything inside my suitcase and closed it, wiping at my cheeks and jaw. I grabbed it and pulled the suitcase down the stairs, passing by the warm fire that was going. I stepped into the elevator and took it all the way.

He'll figure out I've resigned tomorrow morning. I sat down roughly in the car. The driver gave me a look and I just glared at him.

He knew where to go.

~Calymari