Don't try to change me

Part 20

Brand let me choose our ride and I picked up lushed scarlet Ferrari F60 America. 
"My favourite" He smirked at me with a dark rumble and devilish twinkle in his eyes as Jacob gave him the key.

"Can I drive?"
I didn't know why but I had a sudden urge to drive that night and he glanced at me pretty amused and impressed.

"Would you be able to drive babe?"
He inquired as he handed me the key with his signature die for smile. I grasped the key immediately and walked towards the driver's seat.
"You see Captain!! There are two kinds of female drivers, the overly cautious ones and the descendants of the James Bond, and I m definitely the later one"
I winked at him sexily before I entered the car.
And Holy shit!!!Driving a luxurious car was a complete new badass experience for me.

Brand put on the navigation and I followed it, thrilled by the driving and reaching our destination after twenty minutes. We were chased by two black tinted SUVs carrying our men. I pulled the car in front of a huge,  exclusive and hideously expensive establishment. It was a fancy high toned french restaurant radiating its glow in the mid city.

We entered the building as Brand clasped his arm at my waist and were welcomed by a big boobed brunette who wore a super tight blouse with an extremely short skirt.
You could call me old fashioned but I think your shorts should be longer than your damn vagina!!

She had her lips painted with deep shade of red that complemented with her pale skin.
She was an absolute slut. Her eyes gleamed and jaw dropped with lust as she saw Brand.
I was sure she would be soaking wet by then.

"Guten Abend Herr Brand!! Where would you like to sit with your....." She glanced at me with pure detest "Uhmm with your sister"
Sister my foot!!
Did I look like his sister!!

"She is my date you worthless whore and I want a private lounge"
Before I could unlock the trifling bitch within me and show that slut how the games are really played, Brand scoffed at her ferociously sending her existence into trembling.

"entschuldigen Sie!!ich habe es falsch verstanden" (Sorry sir! I misunderstood)

She literally shivered out of terror and I victoriously grinned at her rolling my sarcasm filled eyes at her.
Hell yes!! I also signalled her middle finger to calm down my inner bitch.

Brand let me inside the lounge and we seated on the master table under a beautiful crystal chandelier. Everything was glowing and shining bright with the magnificent lights. A copper bar, copper light shades and even copper vases on the tables made the interior of the restaurant glow with sophistication.

Brand's flawless face beamed out hundred volts of light and I was totally blinded by it. He slouched on his seat all relaxed and lit himself a joint. Another waitress who looked comparatively decent in her uniform approached our table for the orders.

Brand ordered himself a confit beef steak with an expensive wine. I wasn't much fond of french cuisine so I demanded classic cassoulet with a scotch.

"Hold yourself babe!!! I don't want a drunk Yaya tonight"
Brand tried to warn me, sipping his champagne, as I just galloped my fourth glass of scotch like it was nothing. I didn't want to get drunk either but the sexual frustration that developed within my body due to Brand's fucking intimidating presence left me with no other choice.

"I swear you're saying this because you can't control yourself once I m drunk"
I said in kinda inviting tone... you know that bitchy sex appealing tone as I already felt lightheadedness and intoxication building up in my body.
His lips moved into an amused smile. I didn't know what I was saying. It was suicidal to say something like that to Brand The Mafia Boss but guess what I said that.