Call Me Yours

Chapter 25 - Girlfriends And Greeks

A/N - How are you guys finding the book so far? I wrote the last chapter yesterday, even though I'm far from the end, I was inspired. It was VERY intense. Hope you enjoy one of the last new character introductions in this chapter, he's hot ;)

Mia
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My thoughts were clouded as I'd left the prison. Riley had offered to come with me but it was something I knew I had to do alone. I understood why my Mom had tried to pretend my dad didn't exist after he'd been arrested. She'd known who he'd been involved with. She'd have a fit if she knew that I was involved with the guys who my dad got in this mess with in the first place. That's why she couldn't find out.

And yet, as I told myself she wouldn't find out, I couldn't help but feel something else entirely. That night I'd gone to see Dante willingly at the club, although I was drunk, I hadn't regretted it after. I wanted it. And truthfully, the sense of longing to see him hadn't left me.
I scolded myself, I knew that it was wrong, he was a fucking criminal, he wasn't some charming gentleman from the movies who'd come into my life to sweep me off my feet and treat me like a princess. Yet still, my feelings for him were becoming out of control.

I returned home, telling my Mom I'd taken an extra shift at the diner. My mind was a mess, my father's story replaying in my head. He'd thrown away our future as a family for some extra money, it was purely greed. But for some reason I couldn't hate him for it, I'd accepted it, and that's what today had been about for me. I felt an odd sense of relief, finally knowing the truth and meeting my father face to face. I sat down at my dressing table, taking my hair out of the messy bun it had been in. My brown wavy hair fell down my shoulders, it had been dented awkwardly from being tied up. I stared at myself, comparing my features to my father's, we had the same hazel eyes.

I sighed, looking out of my window, it was getting warmer, as summer was approaching. It was still bright, as the sun was setting much later in the evenings these days. I was in my own home, in my own room, and for some reason I felt so alone and empty. I hadn't realised how much holding all of this in was taking a toll on me.

I couldn't talk to my Mom about this, or my friends. I'd told Riley a little, but I couldn't tell her much more about what was going on. What I really wanted to talk to her about was the feelings I couldn't stop myself developing.
As I gazed out of the window, I had the sudden urge to make another stupid decision and go right back to the place my father had promised me to protect myself from. I battled with myself internally for around 10 minutes before standing up, grabbing my jacket and heading back towards the door. This new fuck it attitude I'd developed was going to me in some serious shit. But until then, fuck it I guess.

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I stepped into the club, feeling a little odd since I was not dressed for a strip club at all.
I silently hoped Dante was actually here and hadn't decided to work from home suddenly.
I walked over to the back rooms, approaching the room he'd been in the last time I was here. I knocked softly, no response, that's when I noticed that I could hear voices inside. Maybe he was a busy with something. I heard the voice of two men who I didn't recognise, I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying but it didn't sound like English.

I could also hear the voice of a woman. She laughed a high pitch, very feminine laugh at something one of the unknown men had said. That's when I heard Dante finally speak, his voice soft and smooth, dripping in elegance and authority. I felt a smile making it's way onto my face. I glanced around me quickly making sure nobody was watching me lowkey eavesdropping on Dante's conversation. The woman then spoke up again.

"Oh Dante, sei così divertente, amore mio."

I had no clue what she'd said but her words stung me. Oh, Dante? There was a heavy door between us but I could already picture her hands on him, and I could pick out one word from that sentence. Love. So he had a girlfriend? I wasn't even sure why I was hurt, I was acting like we were married and really, we were nothing, I was a fling, a one time thing, nothing more than that. I felt my eyes sting as I moved back from the door, I refused to cry here. I blew out of my mouth, fanning my eyes with my hands to stop myself crying over this man.

I left the corridor and walked back into the main area of the club. I sat down by the bar, I might aswell have a drink while I'm here, make my trip worthwhile. I called over the bartender, ordering before taking my drink and sitting on a black leather couch. As I sat, feeling sorry for myself, a man came and joined me. I glanced up to see who it was, but I didn't recognise him. He had light hair and blue eyes, unlike most the men in here who had very dark hair. He was pretty tall and wore a dress shirt and slacks.

He appeared to look me up and down as he took a seat, and I already knew what he was thinking. 'She doesn't look like a stripper.'

"Hey." He said, and I took immediate notice of the lack of Italian accent in his voice.

"Hi."

"You look a little upset, you alright?" He asked.

"I'm fine."

"Okay, what were you doing in the back?" Shit, he'd seen me.

"Um, looking for Dante, but I think he's busy."

"Yeah, he is. I'm Angelos by the way." He introduced himself, holding out his hand. He was holding his palm out flat, who shakes someone's hand like that? I put my hand in his very awkwardly and things made sense as he lifted my hand to his lips. So he wasn't trying to shake my hand in some weird ass way, ah.

"Mia." I added, giving him my own name.

"So what did you want to see Dante about then, Mia?"

"Nothing too important." I said, not wanting to go into too much detail. "You don't sound very Italian." I then stated, not able to help my curious self from mentioning it.

"That's because I'm not, sweetheart." There was a slight lilt to his voice but I couldn't quite pinpoint it.

"But you work for him?" I assumed.

"Yeah, I'm Greek, we're practically neighbours, it's not a big deal." Ooh, a Greek, way to switch things up. Now was not the time to be checking out Dante's hot 'employees' but I'd just heard some woman calling him love and so I was ready to get reckless. Hah. My life was such a joke.

He glanced at the empty glass I was still clinging onto.

"You want another drink?" He offered, and I nodded, if I could get a free drink of a hot Greek right now I'd be stupid to say no to it. He walked back over to the bar, bringing us both drinks back to the leather couch that I was on.

As I brought my glass to my lips a man suddenly walked past the couch, knocking into me and knocking most of my drink onto my shirt. Just my luck. I gasped as the cold liquid covered my chest, soaking my shirt and my bra underneath.

Angelos jumped to the rescue, grabbing some napkins from a nearby table and taking it upon himself to attempt to pat my shirt dry.

"Angelos." A sudden, very familiar but very bitter voice appeared beside us as Angelos made his attempt to wipe up as much of the liquid as he could off my drenched shirt. Angelos' head whipped around to find the piercing grey eyes of his boss drilling into him. Well he didn't look like a happy chap. If I was seeing correctly, his gaze fell directly on Angelos' hands, which were currently basically on my boobs, which wasn't strange considering we were in a strip club, but Dante didn't seem too thrilled about it.

A tiny, dark part of me hoped the sour expression that was currently on his face was jealousy. That's exactly what you get for having a girlfriend and not telling me, bitch.