Valentino

4. Offeso♛

As my car neared Vince's, I watched as he leaned against his car and recklessly played with a lighter. I parked beside him and gathered the courage within me. I took a deep breath and exhaled. Walking towards him, I couldn't help but notice how gorgeous he was.

It wasn't the type of gorgeous that you saw on every magazine cover, but it was the dangerous type of gorgeous. His flaws stitched together to make it seem as though imperfection was actually superior to perfection. 

He was devilishly handsome...Devilish in the way that you knew how bad he was, but couldn't help but want more of him.

"Sasha Lamont." I extended my arm out to him as I neared him. "But you can call me Sasha Valentino," I winked.

He mumbled some incomprehensible Italian under his breath and walked away. I took it as a signal to follow him.

I felt a smile burning on my face as I realized how much fun this would be. As we stood at a door, he stopped and harshly looked.

"What?" I questioned.

"Can you shut up?" 

"Only when I sleep." I replied and gave a smile.

He scowled and pushed the red door.

To say I was disappointed was an understatement.

Inside was an off-brand gym that I didn't imagine Vince would bring me to; and by off-brand I meant that there was literally only one punching bag and a boxing ring. Nothing else.

I cracked my knuckles and smiled widely as we stopped. "So Valentino, teach me how to kick ass because I have someone in mind."

He eyed me suspiciously and shook his head. For a moment, he just stared at me. For the first time, he finally replied in what seemed like ages. "I'm teaching you as a form of defense, not as a form to harm others."

"It is as a form of defense!" I countered.

I sighed loudly. Vince was being too dull for my liking and now he suddenly wanted to become Mr. Goody Two Shoes. It wasn't too long ago when I saw him knock-out a bleeding man.

"You just want to kick ass for fun." He reprimanded.

"That, as well the fact that I will be using your lovely techniques as a defense against people who bother me." I chuckled, "Anyways, aren't you the same guy that kicks ass just to gain money?" I pushed a piece of hair behind my ear and smiled innocently at him.

He didn't reply and clutched his hands.

I smirked at him. "Yeah, I thought so."

"I'm only here to get my wallet. Don't be thinking that I'll be here tomorrow."

"Ah! You shouldn't have told me that Vincey-Poo!"

"And why not?" He began to get nearer by the second. Technically, he popped my personal bubble, however I was happy to share it with him.

"Because that makes me not want to give it back to you." I whispered. 

"Tigrotta." He eyed me carefully "I'm getting that wallet back."

"Yes Sir." I nodded. "After you teach me."

As stupid as it may seem, I couldn't help but think that he wanted to be here. Let's put this situation on the table. If he really wanted to get his wallet back, he would've done so the first time I met him.

He could've easily knocked me out with a push of his finger. 

He shook his head then continued, "You're giving me that wallet today." He threw his black duffel bag on the floor and yelled, "Go stretch."