The Deal | Dan x Reader 1930's Mobster AU

Sadness

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(Y/n)'s POV

"Don't do that again! You didn't tell a single person where you we going!! And you were walking home?! Come on, you're smarter than that! Haven't I told you before that I send you out with protection for a reason?!"

"I know. I get it."

"No you really don't, because you continuously find new ways to piss me off! You never fucking listen!" I continued staring out the window as Dan yelled at me.

"Then just fire me already why don't you," I said and he let out a frustrated growl.

"Not this shit again! How many times have I told you I don't want to fire you?"

"A lot, but clearly I suck at my job," I said, running my finger over the stitching of the car. "You said it yourself."

"Look, this is all besides the point. What the hell we're you doing?!"

"Avoiding you," I said, bluntly. His mood shifted, almost perceptively, as he still remained sad, but I could tell he was hurt by what I had just admitted. I was good at reading him now.

Or I thought I was.

"And why is that?"

"Because I know Andrea is back in the penthouse right now. I know that you two are dating now. I know that you're a lying bastard."

"What? How did y--"

"Last night. When you let her in." His face went pale.

I wasn't about to let his incredulous affluence get to his head anymore. He was bored and he chose Andrea, that's not my problem, but the fact he thinks he can do whatever he wants isn't cutting it anymore.

I felt such a strong antipathy for the man sat beside me in the car at this moment. I detested him. And I admit I can be wishy washy with my feelings, but I was obdurate in my opinion now.

I wasn't changing my mind anytime soon.

The guilty look, elucidated by his pale face, didn't make me feel any better. I don't care if he feels bad, I'm done with this.

"Is that why you went home? To get away from me? Are you quitting again?"

"I should," I muttered and he stared at me with hard eyes.

"Look at me." I glanced from the passing buildings and people to him. "Are you quitting?"

"I guess I cannot can I?" I returned with a question.

"I understand your hesitance with Andrea and that you might not like to see her with m--"

"You think I'm jealous?" I asked. He looked at me confused. "Are you ignorant? I don't care if you spend your time fucking her Dan. I don't give a tiny rat's ass. But let me make myself clear, I realize now that you are a dirty liar. You never meant to befriend me, and I understand that you got bored of chasing after the chance of bedding me and chose Andrea instead, but DON'T lie to me and tell me you care."

He was taken aback and I could care less for the look the driver was giving me. His eyes softened and for a minute I felt slight regret for what had just spilled out of my mouth. But it was what I had been thinking about all morning.

"I see."

I tightened my face and looked away again as we pulled into the garage. He got out first, going to get my door, but I opened it myself. I pushed past him. I could see his expression was a painful one. We both stepped into the elevator, drowning in the deafening silence.

"Let me make one thing clear myself."

I said nothing, and he took that as a cue to continue.

"Yes. Andrea and I are together. What you saw was real. I like her. She's good for business as well. But I can assure you, that I am not lying. I did get bored. I got bored of trying to get you into bed, because that's not what I wanted anymore. I truly wanted to become friends. I have never lied to you (y/n). I find it hard to. But if I ever had feelings for you...they've passed and I'm with Andrea now. I genuinely care for you, and I hope that we can be friends, good friends. Just...please don't run off like that again."

I stared at the elevator door as we neared our floor.

"Okay." I said, quietly, not breaking my gaze.

"Okay."

Now I didn't know where I stood.

The doors opened and he exited first. I followed.

"Oh my!! So glad we found you dear," I was brought into a crushing hug from Andrea. This was what I had been avoiding.

"Thank you, for the concern, but I was just out, and I don't feel too well, excuse me," I said.

Again I felt myself believing what Dan had said to me in the elevator. But now my unspoken feelings were eating away at me. I still felt betrayed he had chosen her, but now a different version of why was added on top of that. I paused at the bottom of the stairs. I glanced back at them, watching her approach Dan and wrap her arm around his back. They both looked to me.

"Welcome to the penthouse," I said, giving a slight smile, mostly posed at Dan. I didn't really have the heart to call it our penthouse, I just don't feel like it's so much mine anymore.

Dan was someone you just can't stay mad at, and he posed a convincing argument on top of all the evidence I had review this morning. Plus, he did look surprisingly happy.

I felt oddly satisfied at getting all the angry feelings out, but that was nothing compared to all the unsaid things still bothering me. However, I no longer felt angry, almost as if the explosion back in the car let it out.

All that replaced it now, was sadness.

~Calymari