BONUS STORY: TANYA & ENZO.

ELEVEN: 

Enzo's POV: 

As you've guessed, I couldn't stay away, it wasn't even an option for me.

I'd kept an eye on her after she left even after I told myself not to.

These feelings… I knew what they were as soon as she was no longer within my reach… 

I want her. No, I needed her. Not just for the great sex, or humorous, light-hearted moments, no. It was something much deeper and stronger than that. I carried it around in my heart like extra baggage and if I don't let it out, I'm afraid my chest will burst open. 

“Tanya?” 

“Mhm?” She sounded sleepy. 

There was no holding back now. “I want to court you,” I blurted. 

She went rigid against me and my heart skipped.

Soon, she pushed into a sitting position and I did the same. The lighting in her bedroom was low so I couldn't get a read on her face.

“You… you mean like dating?” She said after a few seconds, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Is that the same thing?” 

When she said nothing, I continued even though my heart was pounding wildly. “Tanya…” I took her hand. “...I didn't know how strong my feelings were for you until you left and then you left hollow, alone and it was like something was missing in my life. I fear if I don't tell you right now how I truly feel, I may never get the chance again.”

I heard her suck in a breath. 

Dio.

I didn't know I was ever capable of being vulnerable, so open to anyone. But I had to do this. There was no point lying to myself or holding back.

Why should I deny myself the only thing I've ever truly wanted? 

“Tanya, I want you to be my woman, please, principessa. I promise to do right by you.” 

“You're fucking with me.” She said after a beat.

I frowned. “No, Tanya, I—”

“You really mean everything you said? You're not gonna eat your words or say it was a mistake later?” 

“No… No.” My fingers circled her arm, pulling her closer until her naked butt was on my lap. “I won't, bella. What I feel for you may never go away even for the next thirty years. It's strong, it's suffocating, overwhelming in the way that I think about even when I have work to do. It gives me a headache because my brain works overtime trying hard to stop the thoughts of you.” 

“God, Enzo” Her voice shook and I realized then that she was crying.

I lifted my fingers to her face, wiping the wetness from her cheeks.

“Yes? You agree? You want that?” I knew I was asking a lot. I wanted her to agree, but I didn't know she'd agree or it would be so quick.

“Of course,” she sniffled. “I really like you, Enzo. I enjoy your company but I was scared I'd come off as too much or too clingy. I was scared.”

“You? Scared?” I laughed a little, pulling her closer, feeling her bare boobs pressing into me. “But you were so brave 

She smacked my arm, scoffing. “That's different. That was just sex. Feelings are a lot more intense, you can never tell if your feelings are unwanted or not.”

That made a lot of sense but, “Your sexual advances could have been unwanted too,” I teased.

She snorted. “Pleaseeeeee!! You were literally eye fucking me, I just gave you a head start. I know when a man wants sex from me, Enzo.” 

That's fair. “You're right, Kitty. And I've wanted you for a long time.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck. “How long?” She purred.

“Since you first danced for me.” 

Her grip on me slackened. “Wait, what?” I couldn't see her face but I could imagine her surprise. “When did I ever dance for you? I have seen you at the club. Ever.” 

I went on to tell her everything, from the mission of spying on a top client to finding her and paying for her services all the time.

I'd worn eye contact, a fake beard, and was always wearing a cap.

“Oh my god,” she laughed. “Everyone kept wondering why a newbie had a returning client and then, suddenly, you were gone. So it was you.”

“It was,” I confirmed, smiling.

“That's so hot.” She kissed the tip of my nose and warmth spread across my chest. “Now that we're dating, I'll be giving you free dances all the time.” 

My ears perked up at, ‘Now we are dating.’ 

My arms tightened around her waist. “So you agree to be my woman?” 

“You don't need to ask me twice, baby. I've wanted this since forever.” 

It felt like a dream. 

When I came to see her, to confess my feelings, I didn't see this ending well as I'd convinced myself that she wanted something else for herself. Something that was an older man with stalking, obsessive tendencies 

“This means no dancing for other men,” I tell her. “I'll give you whatever you want.” 

She scoffed. “You don't think I know that?” She leaned in, capturing my bottom lip between her teeth, she sucked it hard, making my cock stir and then, she pulled back. “I know a lot about men like you. Possessive, territorial, and demanding assholes. Good thing that's exactly my type.”

“So I’m your type?” I laughed a little.

“Yup,” she said proudly. “Specially made for me and now, you're my man.”

My man.

My lips are stretched wide in a smile.

I liked the sound of that coming from her mouth. 

I was her man and she was my woman.