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It has been 24 hours since I've last seen Marcello and Don Donati. I still can't get over the the fact that Marcello is his son. Like the fuck?
All this time I have been hanging out with him and knew nothing about him. And the fact that we broke into is own store was just fucking messed up. I'm still thankful that no charges was press because that would have looked really bad on my CV. Also when Don showed up and address Marcello as his son I was more shocked to say the least. I was speechless. I didn't know how long I was staring at that conceited man but I am guessing it was a really long time because by then the drive that Marcello call to pick me up had already arrived.
Damn Marcello Donati. Why the hell did you have to be his son?
Before I even left the station though, I took a glance at Marcello, but he didn't look back.
I shook my head to get rid of my thoughts but to no avail. What happened last night was shocking yes but I wasn't mad or angry at Marcello but more at myself for not taking precaution as to who he was. I was too caught up on how handsomely annoying he was to even stop to think of asking what his full name was or how old he was, to get to know him even. But I know what I need to do. I need to stay as far away from him and his father at all cost
Ever since last night, I have been so out of it at school today. Whenever Teresa would ask 'what's wrong?' or 'are you ok?' I would just force a smile and say 'nothing' or 'I'm fine'. I knew she didn't believe me but I was glad that she didn't pressure me for an answer. I mean it would be crazy to tell her that I broke into a toy store with Marcello, got caught and arrested, almost got harassed by a woman who totally looked like Dwayne the Rock Johnson's if he were to bd reincarnated as female and to top it off getting reacquainted with the man I haven't seen in over a year, who is my boss and also Marcello's father.
Yeahh I'm definitely ain't gonna tell her. She would flip.
I got home not too long ago and I'm exhausted as fuck. To make it worst, I have to be at the club in the next 3 hours. I think I'm just going to take a little nap before I even attempted to get ready. I kicked off my shoes and dragged myself up the stairs to my room. As I threw open the door I realized that my balcony door was slightly open and along with my closet door too. I could have sworn I close the closet door, maybe I forget to close it but the balcony door being open was a bit off seen as I've never been through that door. I was always too busy to even decide to go on the balcony. I didn't even remembered I have a balcony. I glance around the room to see if nothing is missing but everything else seems in place and normal. I walked over the balcony door a locked it.
To exhausted to closed the closet door I turned a blind eye before tossing myself on the bed. The soft cool sheets sooth and relaxed me and in an instant I fell asleep.
"Miss King?" A feminine voice called out to me.
"Yes!" I shot up from my seat in an instant. A woman who was clothed in a full white scrubs smiled at me sympathetically and I averted my sore puffy eyes from hers, hating the look that she is giving me.
"How is she?" I asked staring at the floor, my cheeks was a bit itchy from the tears that had dried there but that wasn't my main priority at the moment.
"I'm really sor—"
"Don't." I cut her off. "Don't say it." My voice croaked out. Fresh tears began to run freely down my face again. My heart beat was frantic. I felt like I was going to pass out at any given second.
"She didn't make it Ms. King. I'm sorry."
Something in me broke as those words dear to leave her mouth and in an instant I pounced on the woman in front of me, clawing and punching at her face while I screamed and sobbed.
"Stop lying to me you bitch!" I sob. "Give her back!" I literally broke down not believing a word she say.
"Ms. King!" The woman kept calling my name but it sounds a bit distant. A voice so far away.
"Victoria!"
I shot up quickly, startled by the tight grip I was in and the strong voice that shouted my name. My breathing was shallow and I had to count to ten in my head to calm myself down.
My mind snapped back to the stranger that was holding me and I shrieked punching the person in the process.
"Shit." The voice cursed groaning while holding their left cheek. I recognize the instantly.
"Nash?" I asked confused
Why his he in my room?
"Yeah?" He winced.
"The fuck you doing in my room!?"
"I heard crying so I came to check on you." He said checking to see if his cheek was bleeding I guessed. But was I really crying that loud?
"What time is it?" I asked searching for my phone but couldn't find it.
"Around 8:30." I froze. Shit, I have work.
"Here," I look to see him handing me my phone. "It was on the floor."
I stared at him then to my phone in his hand. I slowly took it from his hand. "Nash, why are even still hear at this hour? I mean you get off at 7." I saw him hesitate a bit and I frowned.
"The car wouldn't start." He said staring back at me.
"Is it starting now?" He nodded his response rubbing his cheek again.
"So can you leave now?" He nodded again and walked towards the door.
"Oh and Nash," He glanced back at me. "Stop being a pussy. I didn't punch you that hard."
I saw his jaw clenched and I smirked as he stormed out of my room slamming the door in the process. I quickly got out of bed and head towards the bathroom to take a quick shower. I got dressed in a tight fitted dark green knee length skirt with a matching off-shoulder skin tight mini top. I did my make up light and did my hair up in a loose bun at the top of my head. I quickly grabbed my phone, purse and a condom.
You never know when someone might need it.
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The scent of alcohol, cigars, sweat and perfumes filled my lungs giving me that God awful feeling to throw up. It has been three years and three months since I have been working here and that nostalgic feeling is always present whenever I step foot in this place. Sugar Sweet, The most popular strip club in town.
I stared at the young woman as they dance on poles seductively while horny men place $100 dollar bill in the waist of there thong while some just throw their cash. My eyes scanned and checked every face in the club when I spotted a familiar face that I haven't seen in weeks. My eyes grew wide when I saw him walked to the bar.
What the hell is he doing here? Millions of questions rush through my mind and I began panicking.
In that very moment I thought I was doomed and in that very moment some A-hole decided that it was best to place a hand on my shoulder to scare the living shit out of me.
I turned to see Macy staring at me amused for startling me.
"The fuck Macy! You almost scared me!"
"Almost scared you?" She giggled.
I rolled my eyes before averting my eyes to where Van sat, my eyes continuing to evaluate him as he talked to a balled head dude.
"You know boss man's back right?" My body froze but my eyes stayed focus on Van.
"Yeah I know." I replied showing indifference. As if I care if he's here. He can go f–
"And that he wants you in his office like right now." My head snapped over to her direction no doubt surprise is written all over it.
"Why?"
"Don't know but he seems pissed about something."
What the hell could he want with me now and if he's in a pissed mood then it must be something serious. I turned back to Van just in time to see him scanning the club. I quickly ducked out of sight ignoring the 'what the fuck' look that Macy sent my way.
"Vans here." Was all I said and her eyes grew wide. She took a quick glance in the crowd and froze.
"Sapphire?" What she said next made me almost shit myself. "He's coming this way."
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A bit lame-ish but I'm working on a juicy interesting chapy right now.
And sorry for the long wait hehe.