Gia
Rocco shut the door behind him. Closing me out from the rest of the outside world, blocking me from freedom, preventing me from backing out of the deal. Not that I would ever back out. It didn’t take me all night to decide what I had to do. She was my Mom and I wasn’t going to let anyone take away what she worked so hard to achieve. Even if she willing borrowed the money from Rocco, I wasn’t going to sit idly by and watch her go down.
This was my fourth meeting with Rocco. I hated coming to this club even though it was exclusive and lavish it was still the scene of many shady deals. Rocco wasn’t an old sweaty man with a stomach that expanded so much it strained the buttons of his suit that I thought he would be. He was five years older than me. He was extremely handsome with his pushed back black hair, strong jawline and sculptured body.
He took over from his father months earlier. He wasn’t giving me a break, he wanted everything my mother owed and with interest on top. I had a payment in my bag, he laughed at the last one thousand dollar payment I brought in last week.
He walked to the back of his black desk. He smirked at me. Last week he expressed how much he wanted to bend me over his desk. I groaned and looked at the painting of a thousand dots on the wall. I bet it was a priceless painting. I bet it would get me out of the debt I was in.
Rocco released a soft laugh.
“What?” I asked.
“The painting; it’s a fake.”
I leaned back in the leather seats. “What a big bad loan shark like you can’t afford an eighty thousand dollar painting?”
“Now why would I do that?”
I shrugged, “Rich people like stuff like that.”
He leaned forward so much so I could smell the perfume on his suit. Damn him.
“You have something for me Gia? Because I have something for you.”
“What is it? Thirty thousand dollars?”
He barked out a laugh, “That isn’t nearly what your mother owes me.”
“I know, but it would help.”
I wasn’t exactly sure what the exact figure was. I just knew it was a ridiculous amount of money. With everyday that the money wasn’t paid. Five hundred dollars was added to the debt. Yeah, I was screwed.
“I have something that can help your mother.”
“And what’s that?”
“A proposal. Two actually.”
Rocco slithered out of his desk and settled himself on the edge of it. He bore down me. His scent was even more intoxicating.
“Alright…” I dragged out my words as long as I could then slipped out of my seat.
“I have a proposal too.” I panted then placed my hands on my hips.
“Alright, you go first.”
I pressed my lips together. What was he up to?
“I… I want to takeover Mom’s debt. Sign it over to me. I promise I’ll make sure everything is paid I just need time.”
“Oh, I know you’ll pay everything back. Time on the other hand is something you ran out of a long time ago.”
“I know, but I’m trying—”
“It’s time I tell you my proposal.” He got up and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“What is it?” I shivered as I spoke.
“Be my wife.” He said.
I blinked a couple times and let two seconds of silence pass between us.
“What? Did you just ask me to marry you?”
Rocco shrugged then settled on the edge of his desk. “Seems like it. It’ll erase your debt. Of course it’ll mean no heavy shopping and lavish trips for at least a few months.”
“You’ve got to be joking.” I was about to start passing when Rocco grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest.
“Does it sound like I’m joking? You’re in a rut Gia.”
“I know that!” I yanked my arm free.
“With every passing day your debt gets bigger and bigger.”
“You don’t need to remind me.”
“Then why do you even need time to think about my offer?”
“Of course I do! This is my whole life we’re talking about here.” I pushed back my hair.
“Or you could ponder my other options just so you know which offer is better.” The smirk on his face didn’t give me much confidence.
“Go on,” I said despite my fear.
“You could come work for me.”
“Work for you?” I choked out.
“Yeah, be an exotic dancer or a premium girl.”
“A premium girl?”
Rocco was standing right on front of me. My quivering body excited him.
“I’m sure I don’t need to explain to you what a premium girl is. It looks like you already have an idea.”
He was such a bastard.
“Listen, I have to think about this. Seeing as there are two options now.” I tried my hardest to force out a smile.
Rocco returned to his desk and settled in his chair.
“Seems pretty simple to me Gia. Bind yourself to me in holy matrimony or give up your body to a thousand men for hundreds of years.”
***
He is such a pig! That wasn’t even enough to describe how much I hated Rocco. I wanted him to smell like shit so I had more to speak ill about him. Unfortunately, the beautiful bastard smelled exotic.
Marry him? I couldn’t do that. I was only twenty-one and I wanted to fall in love naturally. If my true love popped up today I wouldn’t hesitate to run off into the sunset, but I was beyond certain Rocco was not the love of my life. I wanted something real. Besides, I was sure if I gave myself to him I would only belong to him I couldn’t say the same for him.
The wind blew wildly I could barely see the street because my curls were in my face. At least I wore a pencil skirt so I wasn’t worrying about my skirt exposing my underwear. Though, I had worn high hills I feared I would go flying into the dumpsters in some ally.
I scurried into my apartment building. I walked into the elevator and leaned on the wall. I wouldn’t be able to afford this place next month. I already took an advance at work. I had two other part time jobs and little jobs that added fifty dollars to my savings. All of which went to Rocco for the past three months. I groaned as I rummaged my bag for some change. I still needed to eat.
I pulled out a stuffed envelope and gasped.
“Oh, no! What is this doing here?” The elevator opened on my floor.
I was supposed to give it to Rocco. There was over two thousand dollars in this envelope. More than what I’d ever given him.
“Shoot, now I have to go back.” I sighed.
I stuffed the white envelope in my bag and walked to my apartment. I needed to get out of my heels and put on some pants and a jacket. The weather wasn’t playing nice outside.
I pushed the door open and tossed the keys on the tiny table near my short bookcase by the door. I still had stuff in my tiny apartment. I hadn’t started pawning my items yet. I heard shuffling in the kitchen and froze.
There was half a wall separating the kitchen from the dining room, but the dining room and living room were open. I thought I saw a pink uniform dart in the kitchen. My best friend Lilly didn’t wear a pink uniform. Though, she did wear a lot of pink.
“Lilly?” I called out.
The ruffling in the kitchen stopped.
“Lilly?” I dipped my head to the side.
A woman in a fitted pink and white uniform appeared in the kitchen. I sighed then kicked off my heels.
“Hi mom,” I flopped on the couch, forgetting I had to go back to see Rocco.
He could wait. I wasn’t about to let mom know I was going to see him. She got upset when we spoke about him. His father did the most damage.
“Hey, busy day?”
I nodded, “Definitely.”
“I had a feeling. I brought you groceries and I made dinner. Come eat.”
I sat up and stared at her. “Mom, you didn’t have to do that.”
She shot me a stare that would paralyze any mischievous child. I wasn’t seven anymore. Mom still scared me even at twenty-one, but I respected her more than anyone else.
“Come eat Gia.” She marched into the kitchen. That was an order and I was expected to obey.
Which I did. I found her in the kitchen dishing up two plates.
“Mom, you didn’t have to I have enough.”
The mash potatoes hit the plate then she arched a brow at me.
“Enough? Gia, this house was empty when I got here. You haven’t been taking care of yourself. Look at you I bet you lost a couple of pounds.”
I looked down at myself. Maybe I shaved off a few pounds.
“It won’t last long.” I said.
“You’re darn right it won’t. I found out you’ve got another job.”
“Part time only,” I scrawled. Who was the nosy person that let the cat out of the bag? Couldn’t be Lilly, but she would tell anyone anything when she was loaded on caffeine.
“You don’t have to pay my debt honey. It’s mine.”
“I’m not going to let you lose everything you’ve worked hard for.”
She folded her arms and stared me down, “Neither am I. I worked hard to raise my daughter.”
She pushed a mouthwatering plate in front of me. I couldn’t resist.
“Just let it go mom. I’m going to handle this. Rocco offered me a deal as well.” The fork froze between my lips.
“Oh yeah? What deal?”
What did I open my big mouth? “Yeah, a sort of payment plan. He isn’t all bad, you know.”
Did I add that last part just in case I accepted his marriage proposal? I sure as hell wasn’t going to be a premium girl. Either option stole my chance at true love.
“He isn’t? Well, I guess he must not be all bad if we offered you a deal.”
I shrugged and went back to my plate.
“But, I came to a conclusion that’ll save both of us.”
“And what’s that?”
“I’m giving them the restaurant and the house. That should be enough to cover my debt.”
I set my fork down and settled my gaze on her. How could she say that?
“No, you’ve got people depending on you. I won’t let you.”
“I’m not asking you Gia. This is my mess.”
Tears burned in the back of my eyes. She couldn’t get rid of the restaurant it was home. All my memories were in that restaurant and in the house my mother worked herself to build. She built both without a dime from my billionaire father. Asking him to help me out of this was a bloody waste of time.
“Finish up your food Gia. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’ll schedule an appointment with Rocco tomorrow.”
“But—”
“We’re done talking about this.” She snapped.
She picked up her bag and left after a kiss on my cheek.
I groaned and the fork clattered on my empty plate.
“You’re kidding if I’m letting this go.”
GiaI already paid ten thousand dollars to Rocco and I knew I could do better. I just needed time, something the douchebag wasn’t giving me. The debt to be paid was more than this, but I thought I was doing well. If I was close to my dad, he would have given a fancy family heirloom and I would have sold that. My half sister Sydney was given an old diamond necklace. That would have come in handy right now. I bet Sydney didn’t even wear it she had a bunch of priceless jewelry pieces.I couldn’t ask Sydney for help. We hadn’t had much of a relationship since sophomore year in high school. The rest were just sad attempts at communication. Dad was worse I couldn’t remember the last time he showed up. He lived in a different town, but he did call to ask how I was doing at least twice a week.I didn’t have a relationship with Nora, Sydney’s mother. I really believed she hated me.
GiaMy dad and Nora lived three hours away in a small town. As promised a taxi came to pick me up by six in the morning. I barely slept wondering what Nora wanted to talk about. It had to be serious if she called me herself. It made me scroll my sister’s Instagram, but I knew it wouldn’t give me any answers. She hadn’t posted any pictures in a while. Most of them were of her on vacation or simply spending money with her rich friends.I hadn’t seen Sydney since Christmas two years ago. It wasn’t even a planned meeting. I really didn’t have a relationship with my half sister. It sucked too because when I looked at her I saw myself. Expect I was a little darker and had a thick head of curls. Otherwise we had the same brown eyes, same pointed nose, height and weight. We could be twins, but we lived totally different lives.I wasn’t sure I could help them though. They weren’t the type of peo
I stood and shook my head. Why was marriage suddenly on every table? I was still waiting for actual butterflies and fireworks before I thought about spending the rest of my life with someone.“You don’t have to do it.” Dad sighed.“What happens if I don’t? What happens to you?”Nora stood, avoiding dad’s gaze. She wanted to grab my hands, yet pulled back at the last second.“You can think of this as a deal too. What do you want Gia?”There were a lot of things I wanted, but none so important I would marry a total stranger. Then the terms of the contract I signed hit me. I had no more than seven weeks to pay back the debt I now owned and with each day five hundred dollars was added to that debt. If I failed to pay the debt went back to mom and surely she would lose everything and I might end up as a high end prostitute.“Nothing, nothing I’m not bribing my daughter into doing t
If dad hadn’t communicated the change of plans, then it really put me in an awkward position.“Um, you really don’t know why I’m here?’Brad eyed me up and down. I didn’t know how that made me feel. Exposed?“Of course I do. What I don’t understand it why the sudden change of plans. I also wonder why Sydney never mentioned she had a sister.”“You can imagine we’re not close.” I said, through clenched teeth.“A little sibling rivalry? No one else mentioned you existed either.” Brad shoved his hands in his pockets.“Why am I not surprised?”The party bellow us in the garden was getting loud. Nora would be here any second. It was time for the show. Put on the mask and get on stage. I picked up my dress and walked passed Brad into the room or at least I tried to.“Gianna,” he said.My name sounded so foreign coming fro
“Boundaries?” I lifted my head. His eyes were enchanting. “Yes, come with me.” He released me, but captured my hand. I lifted my dress so I wouldn’t step on it as I followed Brad into the house. All eyes were on us. Some people eyed us and smiled while others commented on how lovely we were as a couple. “Are you going to tell me there are certain places I can’t go? I don’t even live here.” I asked when we were alone in the dark foyer. “No, but there are a few things you can’t do.” “Like what?” I folded my arms. “Like, whatever you have with Rocco, I won’t tolerate it.” I nearly burst out laughing. Thanks to him there wouldn’t be anything between Rocco and I. “There isn’t anything going on between us.” “It didn’t look like it when you too were dancing. Look, I won’t be made a fool of. If you’re going to marry me you’re not going, bring your men into it.” I gasped, “I am not sleeping with Rocco!” I s
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked as I climbed into Brad’s silver convertible.“Don’t worry I’ll feed you.”“I’m not worried about food.” Please don’t growl stomach.“You’re not dressed for what we’re about to do.” Brad glanced at the leather dress screaming for relief.I hoped Sydney didn’t like this dress because I might have to cut it out when I get home.“I dressed for fancy brunch.”Brad turned to the left down a spiraling road from the gate of his house. A few minutes into the drive sparling blue water materialized with an array of boats on the dock.“I didn’t take you for a fishing guy.” I said when the car parked.“Actually, I am. Have you ever been on a boat?”“Does a canoe count?”Brad shook his head and climbed out of the car.
“I’ll see you naked eventually.”“It’s not going to be like that remember?” My voice cracked.“I didn’t agree to that.” He frowned.“You… you want to have sex with me?”“You’ll want to have sex with me.” Brad smirked.“That doesn’t answer my question!”He barked out a laugh. He moved around me and through himself backwards on the bed.“Don’t you have a boat to drive?” I asked.He shook his head. “I’d rather help you dress.”“I can’t wear this Brad. It’s ruined.”“You can wear my clothes I don’t mind.” He shrugged.I frowned, “What will it look like?”“Like you had a wardrobe malfunction or you went swimming and your clothes got wet.”I could only imagine my dad’s reaction then again maybe he wouldn’t care so wearing Brad’s clothes wasn’t so bad.“Gives me an accuse to take you out again. This time I’ll tell you where we’re going.” He grinned.I exhaled. “I guess it isn’t so bad.”***I stood in front of my dad and step mother wearing Brad’s massive shorts and t-shirt. My father’s jaw
The phone buzzed in my hands. This was about payment or his stupid deal. Brad was in the car waiting for me to join him. I couldn’t take this call now. I turned the screen off and the buzzing ceased. I put my phone on silent because I knew he was going to call again. I eased into the leather seats and the scent of pine and masculine perfume instantly captivated me. I could spend hours in here breathing in the aroma. “So where are we going?” I asked. “My favorite restaurant. I have a private table outdoors.” “Why? Don’t like people looking at you while you eat.” He grunted, shifting gears. There was always something that turned me on about watching a man drive. “No, it’s usually for business and other ventures.” He grinned at me. I sucked in a breath. “Other ventures? Like dates? Why didn’t you just say?” How many dates had he been on? Wait was he even supposed to be dating when he was engaged to my sister! I was about to open my mouth in protest when he hit the gas, thrusting m