12

"Lorenzo!" A woman squealed the moment Lorenzo and I stepped into what looked like a very exclusive-looking club. Her curvy figure swayed as she sashayed towards him, and she threw her arms around him.

"I—"

"You're getting too comfortable with me, Sylvia." Lorenzo growled, glaring down at her without reciprocating her hug, and she jumped away from him.

"I'm sorry; it’s just it has been a while since I saw you and I've missed you so much. Haven't you missed me?" She said softly, pushing her blonde hair over her ear and batting her eyes at him. "I've been thinking of you. Of us. You—"

"There's no us, Sylvia. There never was one, so stop feeding your delusions." He hissed, and she flinched.

"I... I-I t-thought we had... we were..." She stuttered, but his harsh glare dried the rest of her words.

Were they in a situationship or something? It seemed like she thought she had something with him, but he wasn't on the same page with her.

My gaze flickered between the two of them, and I pursed my lips.

Even with the blatant turn down, Sylvia still stared at him like a man dying of thirst would look at a cold glass of water, while Lorenzo looked as emotionless and intimidating as usual. There wasn't even a flash of emotion towards her.

Poor girl. I didn't know what it meant to have a one-sided love, but damn, it looked awful and painful. Lorenzo didn't look like he gave a sh*t about her. Such an *sshole.

"This is Gwendolyn Harper, the new girl I told you about." He said and nudged at me. No malice or irritation in his eyes towards me like I was waiting for throughout our drive from the mansion. It seemed like he was pretending our conversation in the afternoon hadn't happened. Fine by me.

"Oh," Sylvia muttered, her sweet smile cracking as her gaze finally acknowledged my existence.

"Gwendolyn, this is Sylvia Gino. She's in charge of the club, and she'll get you settled in."

"Hi, it's nice to meet you." I smiled at her and gave her a small wave.

"Hello. It's nice to meet you too, Gwendolyn. I hope you're not nervous. You don't have to worry; the job is easy and a lot of fun." She smiled back at me.

"I don't think she can ever be nervous." Lorenzo scoffed, and I rolled my eyes.

"Who said I can't? Because I'm not trembling in my pants doesn't mean I'm not." I snorted.

"Really? Who would have thought so? After all the stupid things you did without thinking yesterday, I thought you didn't have the ability to be afraid." He teased.

"Brilliant, sir. My plans yesterday were brilliant, but you just don't want to acknowledge my good works." I boasted, puffing my chest out. "And it doesn't mean I'm not scared; I'm just not letting my fear stop me."

"Maybe you should once in a while. It might save you from a lot of trouble."

"Unfortunately, I happen to love trouble. Where's the fun in life without a little bit of chaos? Living on the edge is the best."

"That mentality is going to be your end, feisty vixen." He chuckled and leaned closer to me. "In fact, I think it already has brought you to it."

"What? You mean our little deal? Sorry, that isn't enough to stop a force like me. When I say I'll win, I'll win, and not even the devil can stop me." I grinned and dusted an invisible lint off his shoulder. He grabbed my hand and laced our fingers, bringing it close to his lips.

"I've heard countless people say that and still lose, but you're the only one that has amused me the most. I think your failure will be the most enjoyable too." He smirked; his stormy eyes stared into mine as he kissed my knuckle. I swallowed, the familiar heat in me rising at the touch of his lips.

"Too bad you'll never be able to, but on the bright side, you'll finally have a taste of being a sore loser. It's a win-win for both of us. We get to experience something we haven't before." I grinned and shook my hand out of his grasp.

"I doubt that." He chuckled, standing up straight.

"Be a good girl, Gwen, and don't get into any trouble. Though I know it will be hard, I'm sure you can manage."

"Don't worry; I'll be fine. I won't break another window or set a building on fire, and I won't mess with another man and make a deal with him." I joked.

"I'll keep my fingers crossed," he said with a cocky smile and turned to Sylvia.

The amusement on his face disappeared, and he was back to scary mafia boss that drank the blood of children for good looks.

Damn, couldn't he be less obvious? He wasn't even trying to hide his favouritism.

Sylvia eyed me with curiosity, and I cringed.

I hoped she didn't think I was trying to steal her man or that I was the reason there was a problem between her and Lorenzo.

Not that I could blame her if she did.

We literally flirted right before her eyes and he had kissed my hand when he almost killed her for touching him.

There was no explanation I was going to give her that I would make her believe that there was nothing before us or that he wasn't interested in me. Ah, for f*ck's sake, I couldn't make an enemy on my first day of work.

"I'll take care of her, Lorenzo; she's in good hands." She grabbed my arm and pulled me to her side.

"Show her the ropes today; tomorrow she works." He instructed and walked away.

"Um... What's next?" I asked, giving her a sheepish smile.

I could see the glare and hear the stay away from Lorenzo threat already.

"You heard the boss; I'm to show you how everything works. You're going to love it here, and the job is literally so easy. All you have to do is smile, be polite and know how to carry on a conversation." Sylvia smiled as she pulled me along. "And the others are really nice too. They’ll be here in an hour, so you'll have the chance to meet and discuss with them before we open."

"Uh, ok." I replied, and I furrowed my brows.

So, she wasn't mad or something about what happened with Lorenzo?

Aw, she was such a chill—

"So..." She mumbled as she suddenly stopped. "I don't want to sound nosy or anything, but are you and Lorenzo... Are you his new—"

"No. There's nothing between us." I said almost immediately. "Clara's my best friend, so that's why it seems like we're close."

As if that could excuse whatever I was doing with Lorenzo some moments ago.

"Oh, I guess I was just worried for nothing." She let out a small relieved smile. "Sorry for cornering you like that."

"It's alright. Are you two or were you too in a relationship?" I asked as she opened the door to reveal what looked like a changing room.

"Our relationship is a little bit... complicated. We had something, and though he's insisting it's a fling, I know it's more. There's something between us; I can feel it, and I know he can too. He doesn't want to acknowledge our bond because he doesn't want any emotional entanglement, but I know I can change him. I can make him feel what I feel, and he'll finally be mine. It will be a dream come through." She squealed and pressed her hand on her lips.

"Oh... good luck." I gave her a strained smile.

Poor baby. Lorenzo was going to crush her heart if she didn't stop being delulu.