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"You were mine the second you put your signature on that contract." He looked at me with pure lust and dominance in his eyes.
"F*ck you."
He smirks and moves closer to me, coming to my side of the booth and caging me ag...
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September
Have you ever felt like everything you've done in life has led to a certain thing, or place, or...person? Like whatever happened was a matter of being in the right place at the right time.
I wouldn't call myself a player or anything along those lines. I've had a total of 5 serious relationships in my life. The first two were in high school and college and were more of a vanilla type of situation. And my other 3 were when I was figuring out what I desired in a person, mentally and physically.
But the thing is, I've never done so much to make the person I'm with happy. Yea, I cared for them and wanted them to be comfortable but it's never been much of a priority. My business is everything to me and I'd do absolutely anything for it. For the past few weeks, my priorities are shifting. For better or worse? Too early to tell but for the moment, her happiness is my air, my water, and my earth.
Which is why I'm showing as much attention as I can to make her happy. I get a very strong feeling she doesn't know what happiness is. Doesn't know what it feels like to not live in sorrow.
I want to show her how to live, not just how to survive.
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I look up from my computer when I hear a door opening and footsteps."Morning, how'd you sleep, love?" I say while Astoria wraps her arms around her waist as she tiredly walks over to where I am. She sits on the chair next to me in the kitchen and lays her head on the bar top.
"Ugghh." I chuckle and shut my laptop spinning in my chair to face her."What's wrong, bambina?" She lifts her head to rest on her arm.
"I couldn't sleep." I scrunch my eyebrows in worry at her exhausted tone.
I spin her chair to face me and pull it in between my thighs."Are you okay? Why couldn't you sleep?" She looks at me like she just realized what she said. She starts to turn in an attempt to leave but I tighten my grip on her waist."Astoria, answer me."
She sighs and looks down at her hands."I-I um, my boss is making my life more st-stressful than necessary, I guess. It's not exactly just directed toward me it's for the rest of the dancers too but my boss is making us work overtime which means more hours for less money." The moment she said something about her boss I already knew what she was talking about.
I've been donating to Havana for a few years but not for the asshole that runs the place but because I know he doesn't pay the employees well but the donations at least let them keep half of what they make. Apparently he's getting worse. I'm really getting sick of him and his deadbeat managing skills.
I grab Astoria's hands in mine and rub my thumbs over them."How about this, you take off of work and I take you somewhere to get your mind off of it?" I suggest in desperate need of a conversation change. The look on her face went from confusion to one that says 'im not even going to argue' and good thing she didn't because she wouldn't have won.
