THE DON'S CAPTIVE MISTRESS
I ordered lobster, truffle fries, and a mimosa flight, which was unnecessary but satisfying.
Nico stands behind my chair, hands clasped behind his back, refusing to sit even when the waiters try to offer.
“This is delicious,” I tell him, taking an exaggerated bite of lobster. “You sure you don’t want some?”
He doesn’t move.
I laugh to myself. “Suit yourself.”
After lunch, I wander the halls, admiring the architecture, massive chandeliers, gold accents, and black marble floors polished so perfectly they reflect everything.
Then I find the arcade room. A full arcade. I light up like a child and play everything.
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