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*Announcement*: There is some changes done to Chapter 1 (mostly grammar, as best as I could, as it's still under work in progress) and Chapter 2 (the ending plot/scene, also work in progress). I had re-upload the chapters, therefore, you can go back and read it. The reason for the changes in Chapter 2 is because I found that the plot is no longer relevant to the whole story anymore, and I find it hard to maintain the idea throughout the story. So that is why I have changed it. But don't worry, I didn't change much. Just a little bit changes here and there.
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Warnings : Explicit sexual content, prostitution, sort of non-con sex, mentions of past abuse.
Every time I close my eyes
It's like a dark paradise
No one compares to you
I'm scared that you
Won't be waiting on the other side
~Dark Paradise by Lana Del Rey
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Chapter 5 : Dark Paradise
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The soft shine of the morning sun breaching through the curtains and spilling over the room woke me. I stretched my body slightly under the blanket while rubbing my eyes. The clock on the bedside table showed the time was 6:55 A.M.
A light snore caused me to look over my shoulder at the sight of Emmett's handsome face, a warm presence who was still sleeping, cuddling me since last night. I turned over, being extra careful not to shuffle the bed too much while being hyper aware of his morning erection nudging my ass.
My eyes roamed over his perfectly muscled naked body without an inch covered from my hungry eyes. I licked my lips as I watched his cock, my entrance twitching slightly as if remembering what it felt like to have that dick pound into me.
Every once in a while, I enjoyed doing repeat performance, knowing I can squeeze a lot more tips from happy clients. Though, what I wanted more than anything then was to suck his cock and I knew whatever sexual acts I do to him was not because of money anymore.
No. You want it just as much as you can't stop thinking about him.
Emmett turned over on his back and sighed as he changed positions. I smiled as I watched his full lips part taking in deep breaths. His chest rose and fell with a soothing rhythm. He looked so beautiful like this. It warmed my heart seeing this side of him. Adorable yet sexy as hell.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his obvious morning wood laying hard on his muscled stomach. Silently, I moved slowly as my hand took his cock in my palm and I kissed it lightly. When it hardened under my tongue, I lightly licked the tip of his cock while fondling his balls. Emmett started to rumble deeply from his chest.
I stroked Emmett's cock with my hand before shamelessly sucking the tip in my mouth. Immediately, his cock jumped in my hands as if trying to reach deeper into the cavern of my mouth. Smirking slightly, I lowered my head and took his cock deeper. Emmett reacted instantly, moaning softly and shifting lightly. Swallowing down on his cock, I tried to take him as many inches as I could, though it was really physically impossible when the man was just so well endowed.
My cock was dripping with precum and I was harder than ever. Achingly, I reached down to stroke my own cock to relieve the pressure. My moans and gasps pulled the same from him.
Our eyes caught each other as he moaned, "Fuck, baby..." He groaned, "That's a beautiful sight to wake up to" I hummed louder sucking him harder in my mouth.
"Yeah. You like that?" He asked me huskily as his hand palmed the back of my head.
I moaned again as an answer. I continued sucking him and I brushed my teeth lightly on his length which pulled a strangled groan from his throat. He was close to cumming, I could feel it. He gripped my hair tightly in his fist. I looked up to him and saw the deep want in his eyes. I pulled myself off of him and he swiftly grabbed me and thrusted me forward onto his lap.
His tongue dueled with mine for dominance as he kissed me deeply, his big arms wrapped around my waist, with mine thrown over his shoulder. I ground down on him rubbing our hard cocks together.
"Con…condoms" I muttered
He moved his hand as he blindly reached to pull the drawer at the bedside table groaning in my mouth as he was unable to reach it. I chuckled lightly and reached my hand forward to the drawer. Our cocks slid harder on each other as we both gasped. My body shuddered as I closed my eyes tightly when he sucked on my pulse on my neck while my hand managed to grab something heavy.
I opened my eyes only to look at a gun in my hand. A gun. A heavy gun. A black heavy gun?
I felt a sudden rush of cold wind as my body froze. A gun in my hand. Suddenly I panicked. Blood rushed to my heart so quickly I felt it jumping out of my chest. My breath stuck in my throat.
What should I do?
Emmett, who was concerned with my sudden lack of response, looked at me with a frown, "Jacob, what's wrong?"
My fear must've have showed in my face. He looked back to where I was staring at.
"Jacob!" He called me and due to the panic I scrambled backwards away from him while my hand still held the gun in front of him.
Emmett moved towards me but stopped when I pulled away harshly from him. Gun pointing at him. The panic I felt came back in full force as I wasn't sure what to do.
He looked terrified. And I realize that he was scared not because of I held him at gunpoint, but because there was a gun in my hand.
He advanced carefully with his palms up in front of me, "Jacob, relax, sweetheart. I will never hurt you." He uttered calmly.
I focused back on him while trying to calm my nerves at the same time. Slowly, my hand dropped and he quickly took the gun and checked the safety clip before he put it back safely in the drawer.
But half of my mind couldn't process anything after that. It all became a blur.
A gun. It wasn't like I never saw a gun in my life. In fact I did. Not all my clients were successful businessmen like Richard. I fucked a lot of people and all kinds of people. And I fucked a cop once. He left his gun on the floor while he fucked me and I was staring back at the gun the whole time.
I saw Vince's gun once. He put it inside the glove compartment in his car which I accidentally stumbled to when I tried to find a lighter. But Vince was always careful about where he kept his gun. I wasn't sure if Vince had actually ever used it before. I'd like to think not.
But this was the first time I held a gun in my hand. My client's gun. Not only that, but it was Emmett's. Why would he have gun? What does he do? I knew he definitely wasn't a cop. He was a businessman, that I could see. But why would a businessman carry a gun? It also wasn't the kind of gun you bought at the retailers. I could tell that it was custom made and made for people who weighted a gun for its' performance.
I looked at him. The man was looking back at me with concern etched on his handsome face. The face that showered me with kind smiles, and its' soft blue eyes warmed my core. Large muscular body and big hands that can be gentle when he wanted to. A beautiful man, who exudes power, mystery and dangerousness out of every pore at the same time.
Who are you, Emmett?
My eyes watched the blond with an intense gaze. Finally, I asked in a soft voice, "Why do you have a gun?"
Emmett's eyes dropped and he glanced up at me. I didn't look away. I wanted to know. Needed to, at this point. I fell far too deep in the rabbit's hole to find my way back out.
"I run a mafia clan," Emmett muttered, like it was a church confession, "Down in Italy."
A mafia clan. That explained his fancy clothes and money. Italy explained the accent. An Italian mafia boss.
"Why?" I asked, softly again.
"Why what?"
I looked at him with an intent gaze, "Why, given every other possible option, does a man choose the life of a mafia boss?"
"I was born into the family," Emmett admitted in a quiet voice, his eyes crinkled softly as he gave a small grin, "So it was either that or priesthood"
I chuckled softly and shook my head. There wasn't a doubt that his criminal life didn't change his charming ways.
A moment of silence fell between us before I looked back to him. He asked, "Why prostitution?"
Last night, I expected that question. Instead Emmett asked about the shower thing which caught me off guard. But luckily enough, this time, it was one of those usual random question that my clients sometimes asked. Simon asked me the same question after the second week of our regular dates. I answered him the same as I would any other client.
I smiled softly, mimicking his small grin, "Because it's what I'm good at." I said.
Emmett gazed at me fondly, "I wish you didn't to do that" he said in soft voice.
"Do what?" I frowned.
"Put more walls." He replied.
My eyes turned wide at him.
No! No! This can't be happening.
I hate him. I hate that he was so good at seeing right through me, caught my every lie unlike anyone in my life.
How did he do that?
I gave him an angry glare and grabbed the blanket over my thigh to cover my nakedness then facing away from him looking back to the window. I ignored the heavy stare he gave me, the affectionate gaze that tore and stitched me up all together.
Emmett broke the silence with a sigh as he muttered, "Sei cosìbella che fa male"
My heart drummed in my chest when I looked at him as he watched me with wonder and affection that I never received before.
Could it be?
All the sweet words, all the attention, all the pleasure my clients gave, I realized it all paled in comparison to the way this man was looking at me.
For the first time in my life, I felt wanted. That there was someone who finally wanted me despite the things that I did for a living.
My heart constricted painfully as I felt tears burning behind my eyes. In a second, Emmett surrounded me with his arms as he kissed me deeply, taking my breath away. His tongue tasted my mouth, possessed me with passion that left me breathless.
As he pulled away, his lips trailed over my cheek as he whispered, "La mia bella bugiardo'
His arm lifted my waist and laid me on my back as he moved me under his body, kissed my skin everywhere while his other hand spread my legs open for him.
I moaned, gasped, and pathetically whimpered as he took me again, tearing my whole world apart with soft kisses, gentle touches, and powerful thrusts that blinded me.
I couldn't deny that a part of me wanted so badly to belong to this man.
/
"Sweetheart?" A kiss on my brow woke me up from my sleep.
I opened my eyes slowly, meeting Emmett's, looking down at me with a soft smile.
"I hate to wake you up. But I have to go."
Emmett sat beside me on the side of the bed, his hand running through my hair. He was dressed in a black button up shirt with grey slack pants. I could smell the fresh shampoo and his sweet cologne. His Rolex screamed luxury, snug on his wrist and peeking out of his sleeve just enough to tease. He didn't like to be flashy, unlike Vince who liked flashy jewellery. No, Emmett just put-together. Clean and in control of himself.
I sat back on the bed, the sheets pooling around my waist, but I failed to notice Emmett's eyes running over my body. I saw across the room, his suitcase waiting at front of the door, I asked before I even realized my reaction, "You're leaving?"
I forgot that he was still my client and I didn't want him to see me so clingy. But he just nodded with a soft smile and a bit of sadness on his face and if he noticed my slip, he didn't say anything.
"I have to go back to Italy." he said.
"Then I should probably go too" I moved to slip off from the bed but Emmett's hand stopped me.
"Hey, it's okay. You can stay here and take a shower first. The room is already paid for the day. You can rest here and stay for the day."
Before I could protest further, his phone rang.
I quickly tugged up the sheets to cover my nakedness, while Emmett took his phone on the bedside table.
"Si?" he answered the call as his eyes looked disappointed that he could no longer ogle my naked body. I hid my face in embarrassment behind the curtains of my hair.
"Ho pensato che la commissione d'accordo è stasera" Emmett said in angry voice.
He stood up, brows furrows and eyes stormy as he paced in front of me.
I was at a complete loss, and could only sit there, swiftly avoiding looking at him, scared. I've never seen an angry mafia boss before.
Emmett sighed loudly in frustration, "Che vecchio pazzo" He muttered under his breath.
Emmett looked back at me and walked to the window, "Dove è Phoenix?" he said in a much calmer voice.
"Digli di incontrarmi. Ho bisogno di lui a fare qualcosa per me" he says before he ended the call.
Emmett turned back to me and gave me an apologetic look, "I have to go, Jacob"
"Work?" I murmured, baiting him like I did the others.
Emmett smirked and said nothing. He walked to the couch, putting on his grey jacket, before walking back to the bed and picking up his things from the bedside table.
He checked the room with his eyes, to make sure he had everything on him. A smile appeared on his face again, and he lifted his hand, gently pinching my chin with the side of his curled forefinger and thumb as I looked up to him.
He kissed my lips softly, his sweet cologne's scent wafting up my nose, "I'll let you know about the trip" he said. I nodded at him, "Be safe, sweetheart. I'll see you," he said quietly before leaving and disappearing behind the door.
I watched him go, reaching up and dragging my fingers upon my lips, as if to make the small repeated affection stay.
/
I didn't stay in the room. It was just too much for me. Emmett's smell lingered in the room, it reminded me so much of the man.
After I took a shower, I dressed and left the room, deciding to have a brunch at a café nearby. It was a 5 minute walk from the hotel. I decided to have the brunch there instead of takeaway to my apartment.
I sat at the small table while watching the streets and the people. Sometimes I loved to just sit like that and watch people. It calmed me down. I didn't have to lie, always trying to keep control of my emotions pleasing people. I munched on the Eton mess scones, delightful of the simple yet delicious taste with cream latte on the side.
I paid the bill after I finished eating and left the café, returning back to my apartment. A man knocked into me while he was talking to his friends making me lose my balance and stumble on a rock. Luckily I quickly gained my balance and prevented the impending fall.
The man apologized to me and I nodded at him. I shrugged my shoulder and continued my steps. But a few minute after I felt something in my heart. Like something wasn't right. I felt like I was being watched.
I slowed my steps and looked back over my shoulder, looking for anything suspicious. But there was nothing other than people walking and going on with their life.
What am I doing? Becoming paranoid all of a sudden.
It probably was just my feelings. Getting a little bit conscious. Just two nights with a mafia boss had rub off on me. A heavy breath escaped me as I turned back and walked back to my apartment.
/
"Jakey, I need to talk to you ASAP."
I frowned, "Right now?" I mumbled, looking down at my bedtime attire, which I wore for the whole day.
"Well, isn't that what 'ASAP' means?"
I rolled my eyes, pursing my lips, "Sure, I'll be right over"
I hung up and threw my phone on the couch, picking up a box of Chinese takeout. I picked up the chopsticks and stuffed noodles into my mouth, chewing slowly while wondering what could Vince want to talk to me about.
Emmett, probably.
A trip away with Emmett. I couldn't believe I agreed to it. It was probably the worst idea that I could have agreed too. I knew nothing about Emmett, he was practically a stranger, who didn't like vegetables on his pizza, and favored sweet smelling scent cologne. He lived in Italy, maybe the United States too. He's tall and handsome, over thirty, a mafia boss, but that was all I really knew.
Vince has known Emmett for a while if he considered him a close friend. Surely, he knew what Emmett did and how long he has been done it. Maybe what he did before too.
I felt anticipation coiling in my gut, my chewing slowing to a stop. I swallowed roughly and jumped off the couch, stuffing another mouthful of Chow Mien into my mouth, before shoving the box back into the fridge and rushing to get ready.
/
The air was colder tonight, making me wrap my scarf tighter around my neck as I pressed the buzzer of Vince's penthouse apartment. I flicked my cigarette, watching the ash float away before taking another drag.
The speaker rattled with sounds before I heard my boss' voice, "Jacob?"
"Yeah" I replied, taking one last drag as the door buzzed signalling me to come in. I flicked the cigarette into the potted plant near the entrance.
Vince welcomed me with a smile, his teeth too white and too wide. He walked to the bar and offered me a drink, but I refused, taking a seat at the wooden stool as I always did.
"So, Emmett?" Vince hummed, cutting to the chase while pouring himself a glass of Jim Beam. I watched him with a calculating gaze. We had been doing this every time when clients asked to go somewhere with me, I knew in my heart which questions to expect.
"Yeah" I replied, "Emmett asked me last night"
"And?" Vince raised his eyebrow, the glass at his lips, "Do you want to go with him?"
I glanced away, fingers weaving through my long hair, putting on the act of an unsure little boy, "I don't know," I muttered, watching the table top, " I mean, the money will be great, but I just…." I trailed off deliberately, biting my lips.
"But?" Vince raised a brow again, leaning against the counter.
I looked back to him, "I barely know anything about him," I gave him a small shrug and small sigh, "Besides, I knew Richard for months before he took me anywhere"
"So what?" Vince laughed, "Listen, I know Emmett from way back, you've got nothing to worry about. He's a respectable, decent and honest man. Despite his work."
Yes. Exactly where I want to lead this to.
I lifted my eyebrow, looking skeptical.
Vince continued as expected, "Well, definitely not an accountant with his looks," Vince chuckled, "I mean, sure, he's the underboss, second in command, soon to be the boss of the biggest mafia clan with the biggest amount of blow probably to date, but you've got nothing to worry about! He's got guys with him all the time."
Were there guys at the hotel, too?
Relief fill me, my shoulders dropping just enough so that Vince can lean in and stare at me.
"Jakey, I've known you for almost two years. You're great at what you do. I trust you. So trust me in return? Emmett is offering a lot of money for you to tag along on this trip."
Vince loved to talk, but he loved money more. I knew he could talk for a dime a minute if it meant money comes in.
"How much exactly," I asked honestly curious.
"Well…" Vince began to count to himself, eyes on the ceiling as he calculate before announcing, "Fifty grand. Ish. On top of all his miscellaneous expenses on you."
I couldn't help but widen my eyes in genuine surprise. It was the most I would have ever made as an escort, maybe in my entire life. Even after Vince took his cut, fifty grand is spendy.
How much exactly Emmett needs to pay just to get me on this trip?
"See!" Vince laughed, "The look on your face, Jakey, says it all. Now, Emmett said five days, so we'll give him five days. If he wants more, we'll double the price. So try to get as much out of him as we can."
What an amazing friend you have, Emmett.
"Fifty grand, damn! Have I ever told you that I love you, Jakey? No? Well, I do. Officially."
I managed a wry smile, knowing Vince loved the money, not me. I decided to stay a little longer chatting up with Vince, letting him drink a couple more glasses to get him a little tipsy.
When I was sure Vince was a little bit loose, I asked, "You said you knew Emmett from way back…"
Vince's face lit up with a grin and he nodded, "Yeah, almost ten years, in fact."
Huh.
"Yeah, I was staying in Sicily for a while, and met him at a bar through friends. Real nasty crowd, though. Into drugs and stuff. Emmett didn't do any of that, said he hates it. Ironic, eh?" Vince laughed and scratched his chin.
"Did you know, then?"
Vince glanced at me, "That he's the son of Don Capello?"
"I thought his name is Emmett Cullen?"
He shook his head and continued, "No. That's his mom's maiden name. He changed his surname, when he became the under boss and has been using that ever since." Vince sipped on his glass before explaining, "I didn't know he's Don Capello's son and successor. Successor to the most powerful Italian mafia to date. But I knew then that he was conning people."
"Like a con artist?" I asked
Vince chuckled, "Yup, he was really good at it too! He could scam almost thousands off one person under their nose just through talking and making empty promises. He even got me to do a little of it." Vince grinned.
So Emmett was a con artist before he became a mafia boss. Interesting.
Is that why Emmett can see through my lies so easily?
"So, how did you find out he's a mafia boss?"
Vince face pinched as he thought about it before he saying, "I didn't know until about a month after I met him. I knew back then that he wasn't really who he wanted me to believe. That he was just a kid who was talented in cheating people. But I saw the looks local people gave him, not of condemn, but of deep respect. So I asked him and he told me. But I remember he said, he didn't want to take over his dad. Again, ironic, right? Now he's the second boss of the Casalesi clan and owner of multiple businesses and companies."
"But I thought mafias are mostly criminals?" I asked in surprise.
Vince laughed, "The Casalesi clan can be considered the richest mafia within Camorra. They control the cement and milk industries as well as drugs and stuff. They are what you would call 'stakeholders' at almost every construction and mining companies in New Orleans and Vegas."
I cringed, having heard enough of my client's depravity. To change the subject I asked, "Has the money changed him?"
Vince made a face and shook his head, "Not much. He's always been loaded. Coming from a rich family and all. But, he's the same Emmett that I know. We're not the best of friends, y'know, but we go back. Kept in touch over the years. I was surprised when he called me, asking for – and I quote – 'someone with a pretty face who can call me 'daddy' for a night'" Vince snickered.
I dropped my eyes to the table, the corners of my eyes lifted with a small smile.
Sounds like Emmett.
"Is he gay?"
Vince shook his head again, slower this time, "No, I think he swings both ways."
I checked my phone, satisfied so far with my boss's little chat. I sighed as I stood, "Okay, thank you Vince, but I have to go. I'm meeting Simon early in the morning for breakfast tomorrow"
Vince stood with me and put his hand on my shoulder, "I'll walk you."
As I pressed the elevator button he said, "By the way, I think you'll have a new client tomorrow."
I kept my face in check for any reaction, "Who?"
"Dave something. Met with him today and he said he was looking for some company, I asked his type and you fit in. That okay?"
"Yeah. Always is." The elevator arrived and I stepped into it.
"Oh, and don't forget your biannual check-up is soon-!" Vince mentioned just before the door closed, and I huffed as it began the journey down back to the lobby.
Great.
/
Simon looked so handsome in his navy blue suit and his faded beard that made me want to run my fingers over his face. He was sitting across from me at our patio table. He looked perfect under the morning sun, and for a moment, I wanted to know how his wife could be so indifferent toward this man.
Sipping his Americano, his smile was coy while I nibbled my croissant with poise, listening intently to every words he said as he told a story.
"You look different," he commented, as his eyes looked at me with a thoughtful gaze.
I raised a brow, chewing on the croissant, "Different?"
Simon nodded, slow and thoughtful, looking over me, "I don't know what it is, but there's something" he paused and smirked, "If you were a woman, l'd say you have a pregnancy glow"
I laughed loudly, "And how you deduce that? Does your wife finally got a bun in the oven?"
He shrugged his shoulder, muttering behind his cup, "She says so."
My eyes widened. I didn't know they were even trying.
"Congratulations." I said with a smile
His eyes stared at me like he didn't expect my reaction. He looked at me in awe like I've done something amazing.
He shook his head a bit as he chuckled breathlessly, "God, you're perfect, kitten"
I blushed and smiled shyly for him, glad I was doing a good job.
He paid the bill as usual, and I thanked him by having a quickie in the backseat of his car.
I closed my eyes as I moved on his lap, up and down, his cock disappearing and reappearing from within me. The stretch in me was familiar and I moaned under my breath, tipping my head back. The air was stuffy and warm, suffocating, but as Simon's rough hands gripped my thighs and squeezed the softness of them, I recalled the muscled ones of my last client.
When I saw Emmett behind my eyelids, I kissed Simon, hoping to drive the Italian man away from my mind.
It worked.
/
Simon dropped me off a few blocks from my apartment. My hair was messier and my clothes weren't any better.
My phone went off in my pocket and I opened the text from Vince. It was a reminder of the client this evening.
Right client two of the day.
What was his name? Oh, Dave.
I decided to shower before chilling the whole day before I met the client this evening, being extra careful when I cleaned myself, always working hard to give a good first impression.
After I finished with my shower, I spent the day with my laptop on the balcony, with a cigarette in one hand and a cup of tea in the other. I couldn't help but wonder about this new client, Dave. Moderately well-off apparently, so its nothing substantial. Just the usual cost for a few hours with me.
Will Dave be for one night or will he stay? As much as I hated it, I hoped he would stay. A client was like a steady job ensuring that money came in and kept me busy.
My life had nothing besides my apartment, and the various people I whored myself out to. I had no friends, no family, no one that cared about me. No one to love me or to love, except myself.
Oh, I tried, I tried really hard to love myself. I took care of my body as best as I can. Getting a biannual physical to screen for any disease. I always got antsy and moody after the visit every six months. Always expecting the worst, but each time coming out with a clean bill of health, although I always got an earful from my 'doctor' about the lung cancer.
I had to thank Vince for going to extreme lengths with my clients, checking them thoroughly before setting an appointment. It was always better to be safe than sorry.
Speaking of safe, better get some condom before I go over.
/
The hotel Dave was staying wasn't as nice as the one where I met Emmett, but it was alright. I felt the usual nerves in my stomach, as I took a calming breath in the elevator.
The room was bland. Everything was in neutral shades of color and the lights were dimmed. Dave was a middle aged businessman. Grey haired, soft bellied, wrinkled face, but still had strong arms and was as tall as me.
I gave my client a shy smile as I stepped inside. Dave kissed me, squeezing me in his strong arms, as I focused on the warmth that seeped from his suit. It didn't feel nice, he didn't fill it as nicely as Emmett did. He smelled like cheap hotel soap, not a sweet smelling cologne. He was soft where he should be hard, although his cock was definitely hard. I couldn't wrap my arms around his shoulders, he couldn't carry my weight like those large muscled biceps could. He was...
He was wrong.
But as I closed my eyes, my body moved on autopilot.
I was stripped, touched, and forced on my knees. A weight on my skin, and then laid out on the bed, legs spread and there was no tongue teasing me at all. It was all selfishness and disappointment as two fingers stretch me and then there was a blunt pressure inside me.
Then, Emmett was there.
He was murmuring in my ear, calling me in those sickly sweet pet names in his deep voice, kissing my skin, making sure every inch of my body doesn't go untouched. He kissed me with a passion Dave couldn't even begin to muster.
Dave thrusted twice more, before he came into the condom choking on a moan that brought me back into consciousness.
I felt sticky and gross and I felt sick – oh, I was going to be sick.
I slipped from the bed, quietly, while Dave took care of the condom. I limped over to the bathroom, shut the door, and faced the shame in front of the mirror. I waited for the panic to start. It didn't. Instead I splashed water on my face and had to finish myself off. A release that left me unsatisfied. I still felt sick.
The roughness of the towel helped as I cleaned myself with the warm water, running the cloth over my skin. My face crumbled in the mirror's reflection a few times, my throat forming a lump, but the tears didn't come. I cleaned myself and left the bathroom, seeing Dave laying on the bed watching TV.
He didn't even acknowledge me when I picked up my clothes from the floor. When I finished dressing, I left. No need for tips, as Dave already payed beforehand to Vince.
My stomach was still turning uneasily. I hated everything, including myself.
/
When I reached my apartment I went straight to the shower, putting myself under the hot water.
You're okay. You'll be okay. You were used, but that's okay.
Was it?
I felt my eyes begin to burn, but still the tears didn't come. I rubbed myself clean, breathing in the hot steam, and afterwards sinking to the floor. I sat there under the spray, feeling empty and terribly stupid but I couldn't pinpoint why.
I never felt like this after a client. The first few times, yes, I felt this self-loathing, but I was already used to it by now. I've had worse. I've been beaten during sex, bruised black and blue. Yet, the selfishness of Dave, the total lack of respect to even acknowledge me afterwards, that really got to me.
Maybe it was the fact that I have been imagining Emmett, comparing my clients to him. I had been with one person, and yet I thought of another.
I've been lying to myself.
/
I pat my hair dry, having left the shower once the water began to run cold. My chest still felt tight, like I couldn't breathe, so I skipped my cigarette and headed straight to bed. I checked my phone and my heart lurched to my throat.
'Hello, sweetheart. Flight to Miami is booked for the day after tomorrow. E'
Emmett probably got my number from Vince.
Miami? I've never been there before except seeing it on TV. The place for the rich and famous. And I was going there with a mafia billionaire, accompanying him for a business trip. Its sounded like a bad idea. Money, alcohol and mafia boss by my side.
Oh, boy.
Finally, after I've wracked my brain for a response for ten minutes, I typed, 'What are we going to do? Asking for packing reasons'
I moved to the windows, opening them to welcome the cool air in before burying myself under my blankets again, feeling my heart begin to pick up as my phone buzzed beside my pillow.
'A lot things. Do you have a suit?'
'I do. But it looks terrible on me'
'Liar. You'd look good in everything, especially nothing'
'Dirty old man. Why does a suit matter?'
'It matters for expensive restaurants. Dress code, baby'
Oh, Emmett was going to spoil me.
My chest began to loosen from the tightness it was in, 'Fine, I'll bring it along'
'Good boy. Going to sleep now?'
I looked at the time on my phone. It was just past one A.M. Perhaps I should.
'Is this a booty call?'
Emmett's response was slower this time,'I lost my composure for a second, you're funny'
Another response came in few seconds later, 'To clarify, no, this is not a booty call, I think I'm above that.'
I chuckled a little at the knowledge of having made Emmett laugh, I smirked as I replied, 'Sure, DADDY'
'It's a kink, what can I say?'
My curiosity kicked in again, 'How long has it been a kink?'
'A while.'
'Why?'
'I'd rather explain in person.'
I pursed my lips in slight disappointment, but I decided to let it go.
'I'll wait the two days. Goodnight Emmett.'
'Goodnight, sweetheart.'
I shut my phone. The sickness in my stomach was gone. But a longing ache appeared in my chest. I slept with knots in my stomach as I dreamt of sweet cologne.
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TBC
Translation :
Sei cosìbella che fa male - You're so beautiful it hurts
La mia bella bugiardo – My beautiful little liar
Ho pensato che la commissione d'accordo è stasera – I thought The Commission agreed it is tonight
Che vecchio pazzo – That old fool
Dove è Phoenix? – Where is Phoenix?
Digli di incontrarmi. Ho bisogno di lui a fare qualcosa per me – Tell him to meet me. I need him to do something for me
A/N : My Italian is not very good. So if anyone spot a mistaker, please let me know.
Next, Miami Vice, baby.
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