He's following me.
I don't dare say anything to Sammy in case she freaks out again like she did last night in the club.Does it scare me that a potentially dangerous man is showing some sort of interest in me?Not one bit.I should be very scared, but the only feeling I'm experiencing is one of excitement.I'm embracing it, too. Because not once in my entire twenty-one years of life have I felt what I'm feeling right now. Not even when I got a full ride to a prestigious university.I'm even scared to admit the feeling to myself.I've heard my mother utter the word countless times before when she meets a new guy who she thinks will change her life forever. I vowed as a little girl that I would never be like her. I will never define myself by a man.But damn, it, I'm feeling all sorts of things as Sammy and I sit in a diner, and I look out the window every five seconds to the car that followed us here. It's parked across the street again.I know what that means. As soon as we finish at the diner, Sammy and I will walk to our apartment, and he will follow and then know exactly where I live.I'm still not feeling an ounce of fear, and that feeling intensifies.That horrid sense of feeling alive."Are you okay?" Sammy asks, concern in her eyes. "You've been very quiet."I clear my throat and thank the waitress who puts a cup of coffee in front of me. "I'm fine, just a little stressed about tomorrow's assignment.""I thought you finished that already."The girl knows me too well."I did, but I just have to go over it again one more time." I lie.She's been my friend since orientation week, we share a small living space, yet I don't tell her the guy she said was mafia is currently sitting in his very fancy sports car waiting for us.The truth is, I don't want her calling the cops on him. I'm enjoying this little charade too much.I should be concerned that he knew we were at the bus stop today.Wait, how did he know about the bus stop?It occurs to me then and there that he might already know where I live.What if he really is some mafia guy and he's just waiting to kidnap us and sell us on the black market as sex slaves!Okay, now I'm a tad bit scared. I didn't think of that scenario before."I thought maybe we could visit my mom for Thanksgiving and then take the bus to see Phoebe for Christmas." Sammy says, and that gets my attention."What? No."Sammy looks disappointed. "You don't want to go see my mom?""Of course I want to see your mom." I say quickly. "But I'm not going to take time off for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I'll go with you for Thanksgiving, though."The truth is I don't want to go back to the town I grew up in. I haven't been back since I left, and I have no intention of going back either. A fact Phoebe knows all too well, she never asks me to visit her. In the past, we would meet each other halfway and spend Christmas in a cheap motel.Whereas Sammy loves her mother, I don't want to risk running into mine.The chime at the door goes off, signaling someone entering, and my eyes immediately shoot there.Alessandro Moretti enters the diner, looking larger than life, and I gulp.He looks even hotter today than what he did last night.Today, he's wearing all black, fitting for him.A dark angel, sent down to heaven to stir shit up in my life. He has bad guy written all over him, and if I had an ounce of self-preservation, this would be the time I got up and ran far, far away.But I don't, so I stay seated, and I follow him with my eyes as he slides effortlessly into a booth in my line of sight."Are you sure?" Sammy asks, unaware that my world has been officially rocked. "Phoebe came all this way for your birthday, I thought we could return the favor.""Mmmm." I reply in way of response.The same young waitress who was serving us is attending to him now, and I can see the way her cheeks are flushing when he turns those chocolate babies on her.A flash of jealousy shoots through me. I don't want those eyes on anyone but me.I know I'm being ridiculous, I don't even know this guy apart from what Sammy said and the articles I found on the internet.One thing is sure, though.I feel an inexplicable connection to him, and we haven't even spoken one word to each other.When his eyes find mine again, I break the contact and focus on Sammy, who is still going on about Christmas."If we take the early bus on Christmas Eve morning, we can still work on the twenty-third." She smiles at me like she's found the cure for cancer."I'm not going to my hometown." I tell her. "If Phoebe wants to spend Christmas with us, we can send her bus fare. It would be cheaper that way.""Good idea!" She beams. "We can get a Christmas tree!"Christmas isn't a particularly happy time for me, so apart from seeing Phoebe over Christmas break, I don't celebrate it at all. But Sammy doesn't know that because I haven't been completely honest with her. I've kept parts about myself hidden because I don't want anyone's pity.I'm suddenly feeling claustrophobic, so I utter an "Excuse me" and get up to go to the restroom.As soon as I'm alone, I take in raggedy breaths to calm myself down, panic, trying to overtake me that I try very hard to forget. It's been a while since I've had a panic attack, I usually drown myself in my studies and work so that I never get a chance to think about anything related to my childhood.As soon as I've calmed down, I open the tap and splash cold water on my face. As I pat my face dry, I'm reminded of a scared five-year-old little girl. I once again vow to never be that girl again.The door to the restroom opens, and I plan to leave, but a tall figure enters, closing the door behind him.Alessandro Moretti blocks the only exit , standing only a few feet away from me and god. He's more beautiful up close."This is the ladies' room." I'm surprised how strong my voice comes out. "And why have you been following me?"He crosses his broad arms and narrows his eyes at me, his head slightly tilted as if he's examining me. "You're smart."His voice is deep and full, complimenting his stunning outward appearance.I mirror his stance and lean against the sink. "So I've been told."We stare each other down for a minute, and I'm sure men have cowered in his gaze, but I'm feeling a sudden rush of bravery."Why did you leave so soon last night?" He's the first to break the silence, and I quietly release the breath I didn't even know I was holding."There was an emergency.""What kind of emergency?" He doesn't miss a beat."The kind that's none of your business." I retort back quickly.Before I know what's happening, I'm shoved into a wall with an over six foot block of muscle pinning me.He smells like an ocean breeze early in the morning when the sun is just coming over the horizon. His face is in the dark locks of my hair, and he takes a deep breath in.I'm utterly, completely, wholly, fucking mesmerized."You have a smart mouth, Farrah Simpson, I'll be seeing you around,"He knows my name. Alessandro Moretti knows my name. The Prince of the Underworld knows my name. It's been a week since he cornered me in the diner's bathroom, and he's all I can think about. I imagine seeing a black sports car on my way to school every day, but it's all in my imagination. I haven't seen his car following me again. I don't know if I should be relieved, but in reality, I'm just disappointed. I don't know what the hell I was expecting, that he would follow me every day? That he will push me into a wall and do what? Kiss me senseless? The thought alone has my blood boiling, and I want to slap the image of him out of my brain. The number of times I had to remind myself that I'm not that girl is completely laughable. You see all those giggling females I thought were complete idiots wearing short skirts and tight shirts just to impress a boy? Those girls whom I, Farrah Simpson, thought had the brain cells of a cauliflower? I completely fucking understand now. Thos
I look up at the club's sign. It looks less glamorous in broad daylight. I'm taking a big, fat guess coming here. How do you get a hold of someone you've only met twice, and whose number you clearly don't have? The only thing I could think of was coming to The Phoenix. I know he owns the club and he was probably the reason why we were invited to the VIP area. And I know for a fact he's interested in me. Not the way I'm interested in him, I'm sure, but interested nonetheless. He wouldn't have followed me if he wasn't. I'm skipping my shift at work to come here, I lied to Sammy and told her I had an appointment with my academic advisor. I really hate that I had to lie to her. There's soft music playing inside the club and it seems like the staff are busy preparing for an undoubtedly busy evening. The floors are being wiped and people are walking around with crates of alcohol. I spot the bartender who served us the first night polishing glasses and decide to approach him. "
"Are you sure this is the place?" I read the address that Jerry slipped under the door for the third time, and look up at the building in front of us again. It cannot be. But this is the address that he wrote. I hand Sammy the note and she too reads the address again and then looks up at the building. We supposedly had to evacuate our building, which is not in the best part of the city and even though it was clean, was a bit run down. The building in front of us speaks of old, rich architecture that only people with trust funds can afford to stay in. Which we are clearly not. "Should we maybe go in and check?" Sammy continues, looking just as confused as I feel. "It's not like we have any other choice right now." I shrug. Jerry took our keys when we left, so we can't go back there either. We don't have a lot of stuff, our clothes are in three suitcases and we have four boxes with our books and miscellaneous stuff, all sitting on the curb where the cab dropped us off. "Okay, g
"What is this?" Sammy asks, her mouth hanging open as I deposit the grocery bags on the kitchen counter. She's been cooking ever since we moved in two days ago, but she's been complaining about not having the adequate budget for what she wants to make. So I went to the grocery store and bought her everything she'd been talking about. The Devil's money can be used for good, even if it's only to make Sammy happy. Yes, that is what I've dubbed him and that's the name I saved under his number. The Devil. He sure looks like one. Everyone says that the devil was an extremely beautiful angel, it's always the beautiful things that turn out nasty. "You said yourself a kitchen like this needs to be cooked in." I start unloading the bags, something to keep my hands busy while I keep on lying to my best friend. "Don't worry, I used tons of coupons." I'm not looking at her, but I can feel her disbelief. We work at a supermarket, and most of these items are not coupon items. "I have
The air is charged with so much electricity inside the car, I'm surprised the thing doesn't explode with us in it. I don't even bother asking him how he knows where I stay, because I know he knows. I've seen this guy only twice before now, but it feels like I know him on a level I can't even explain to myself. His knuckles are white on the steering wheel as he navigates the car through city traffic, his jaw clamped shut. He looks angry for some reason. "Are you having me followed or watched?" I asked quietly. "What were you doing with that guy?" He asks instead of answering. "Oh, we went on a date and had a nice dinner." I retort back quickly. "Your mouth is going to land you in a lot of trouble one of these days." Is that the tug of a smile I see around his mouth? It seems like it, and I relax slightly. "I tutor students sometimes." "Well, it looked like he was thinking about a lot more than tutoring." I don't answer, because what do I say to that? Was Kevin inte
I'm feeling extremely pissed off the next day as I head to campus. Pissed off that my sister is making a massive mistake by moving in with a guy she barely knows, pissed off that my mother was a crap example, and that Phoebe has clearly inherited those toxic traits. And fucking pissed off that I had trouble sleeping because I kept checking my phone, thinking that some idiot of a guy will text or call me. This is why I stay far away from the opposite sex, they're bad news, they give you sleepless nights and they demand things! Like, keep your phone on. Why should I keep my phone on if he's not even going to bother to even send me a text? I would like to know that I haven't gone completely insane, that this fire I'm suddenly feeling out of nowhere isn't just a one-way street. It isn't. It can't be. It's too strong, too all-consuming. "Good morning." There's a tug on my ponytail as I'm waiting for my coffee at the campus coffee shop. I'm about to give the person a mouth
Alessandro Moretti's lips are soft and warm, and everything I imagined it would feel like. He doesn't take the kiss further though, he just holds his lips firmly on mine for a beat before letting me go, his eyes melted chocolate on mine. "From here on out I'm the only man that touches you, do you understand?" His voice is deeper than what I've heard before and I'm so enthralled by him, all I do is nod in agreement. Maybe it's the Jane in me wanting to find her Tarzan, but I've never been speechless before. Or maybe it's because this is officially my first kiss. That is if I don't count Jimmy kissing me and then calling me names afterwards in the second grade. He holds the door open for me and I get in, clutching my backpack. I watch as he rounds the car and it strikes me that people are looking. I'm sure they're always looking whenever Alessandro makes an appearance, plus he's looking divine in his navy business suit. "Why are you following me?" I ask yet again as he gets
A black widow spider eats the male spider after they have mated. That is what I feel like when I get ready for my "date" with Alessandro Moretti. I have murder in my heart and vengeance in my eyes. I was okay before I laid eyes on him. I was content with my life and where I was going. Then somehow I changed in a matter of weeks and actually thought there could be more to life than studying and working. Only to be left played and looking like a fool. ' Rumor has it that The Devil is engaged. So what was I going to be then? A dirty little secret? A mistress hidden in the shadows? I am not my mother's daughter. I never was, and I never will be. And I will not allow a man to make me like her. "I don't think you should go on this date." Sammy looks at me with concern as I brush my long hair for the last time. I don't look nearly as good as when Phoebe styles me, but I think I did a decent job with the glittery black jumpsuit I went out and bought with The Devil's m