a mafia story (A New Generation)

playing games

  I take a taxi to Spencers house, I pay the driver and walk to the front step.
I knock on the door, he answers.

"Hello?" He asks as he answered it.

"Uh hey." I say and he moves to the side and invites me in.

I sit in his living room and he sits beside me.

"Care for a drink?" Spencer asks me.

"A whiskey please." I really need some liquid courage right about now.

"Of course." He walks into the kitchen.

A little while later he walks back into the living room with two glasses in his hand. He sits down and passes one of the glasses to me.

"Thank you." I say as I take a sip of the cold liquid. "I'm so sorry about the other night... I just wasn't myself."

"Hey, it's okay." Spencer looks me up and down. "What do you say we play a little game?"

"Like what?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I think you know what I have in mind." He licks his lips and moves closer to me.

"You may be right." I smile. Hiding my nausea. This man disgusts me.

"I want you baby." He starts kissing my neck. His bitter sweet lips igniting fire on my skin. Yet this still feels so wrong.

I get up for a moment, I can tell that my sudden movement startles Spencer.

"What's wrong?" He asks me with a confused look on his face.

"Nothing baby." I climb ontop of him.

A smirk appears on spencers face. You can tell I have an effect on him.

"Lets get this party started." Spencer grabs my thighs pulling me even closer to him.

"You took the words right out of my mouth." I smile and put my lips just by his neck, not quite touching him. It's just enough to make him go crazy.

"Yes, baby." He lets out a soft sigh.

I then start kissing his neck. He groans in pleasure.
I then start to take off my clothes. Spencer gets to impatient and rips them off of my body.

An hour or two later

I borrow a shirt out of Spencers closet, I walk down the hall to the kitchen.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"Just having some coffee, you want some?" He asks me.

"No thank you." I lean up against the counter.

"So, you pulled off your end of the deal. I'll help you get your friend out of jail."
He takes a sip of his hot coffee.

"Okay, I want him out by tomorrow morning. I'll pick him up tomorrow at 8am sharp." I raise my eyebrow.

"Yeah, sure that works for me." Spencer sets his mug down and walks towards me.

"What is it?" I ask as he gets even closer to me. So close that I can feel his warm breath on my face.

"I'm just grabbing my keys." He reaches behind me.

I blush.

"You do need a ride hime right?" He asks me.

"Yes of course." I smile and walk out of the room he follows.

I call Rocco on the way. I tell him that we can get tristen out of jail tomorrow morning.

Spencer stops the car in my driveway.

"So this is it." I say.

"I guess so." He replies.

"Thankyou. For the ride I mean, and helping Tristan." I say.

"It's no problem." Spencer puts his hand on my thigh. "Maybe we can meet up again sometime?" He looks at my lips.

"Maybe." I say with a smile. I open the door and get out of the car.

He drives off, and I sigh in relief. It's over thank god.

I walk inside and head straight to bed. It's going to be a long day tomorrow.

An:
Thank you so much for being patient with me. I'm so sorry for not updating very much lately. I will try and have a better schedule.

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