Once I know for sure he's passed out, I get dressed. That was terrible, like what the hell.
How can someone so alluring and physical appealing be so bad at sex? I mean, he has everything he needs. What's the whole point of having a big boat if you don't know how to steer it?
Fuck, I angry. I'm never going on a Friday ever again. I sigh when I leave his apartment. Now I'm even more stressed. I block my hand from the sun.
I need a drink. Finding my car, I climb in. I should sleep first. I look down at my attire. Damn, I left my bra. I sigh then start up my car. Oh, I'll just buy some more. I listen to a random radio station as I drive back home.
Once I make it there, I go straight to my room. I decide to change into comfortable then plan my outfit for later tonight. I go through my closet then pout.
Where's my good top? I wanna show off my tats and piercings.
"You're going out again?" I run my fingers through my hair. Guess I'll wear something else.
"Yeah," I quickly turn around to face her.
"But I don't need to if you're busy." I rush out. It'd be twice in a row if she did. Jonna laughs, shaking her head.
"No, go, I'll be fine." I stare at her through my eyelashes.
"You sure?" She nods.
"But you better be here Sunday." We both laugh as I nod.
"Yes, ma'am!"
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"I didn't order—" I cut myself off as we make contact. He smirks.
"Two nights in a row?" Color explodes on my cheeks as my eyes dilate.
"I- uh.." I avert my eyes.
"Hey, sweet cheeks." I scrunch up my nose at the stranger who got me the drink.
"Sorry, not interested." The guy doesn't let up.
"Well, I can make you inter—"
"In guys." That sure stopped him. He gets all awkward, makes an accuse then walks away.
After that, I focus my attention on the bartender. Not the usual one, but the one from yesterday evening. He chuckles then mutters a 'nice'. I lean towards him, putting my elbows on the bar and holding my face with my palms.
As I exam him, I furrow my eyebrows.
"What happened to Vincent?" He hands someone a bloody mary then goes back to me.
"He asked me to fill in for him." His gaze travels my exposed skin.
"Aren't you a little young to be a bartender?" They snap back to mine. He smirks.
"Aren't you a little young to be seducing men?" My finger slowly drags across my bottom lip, he watches.
"Start 'em young." As we stare at each other I get this weird feeling that I've seen his face before. Then again I've seen a lot of attractive Italians.
There's plenty in this area. After a while we both smirk.
"Adriano." What a name.. I blush, I'm so glad it's dim in here. I internally sigh. I need a good lay. I smile.
"Nadia." After that, we just sit there, well I did, and talked. It was actually pretty nice.
I mean, sure, there was the occasional drunk who would come up and flirt with me. But they eventually gave up.
We did this until his shift was over and it was closing time. I like how we talked so long about nothing. We didn't find out anything personal about each other and, for me, that's great.
Though I do feel like I've heard this name before, then again, I think I'd remember a name like his.
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When I open my eyes I groan. Wow, just great. I frown at myself as I glance at the blissfully sleeping Italian.
I had to go and come over his house, huh. Gosh, I hate myself. I pout. I blame his stupid, sexy name. As I think about it, I shiver.
God, what a perfect name it was. I subconsciously touch my throat. It's sorta raw. I blush then steal another glance.
I also blame his charm. He got more playful and alluring as the night wore on. My gaze travels down then my cheeks change to a deeper color.
He begins to stir and I go stiff. He groans, stretching and running his fingers through his hair.
Once his eyes snap open they meet mine.
"Oh," he smirks.
"Hey." I bite my lip then wave awkwardly. The just-woke-up voice always gets me going.
Jesus, why am I being such a pansy. Usually, after we get to their house, I lose my shy demeanor.
His hand goes under my sheet-cover body. It starts at my waist and ends at my hip before he grabs my ass. I gasp when he pulls me closer, causing him to press against my inner thigh.
I grunt to suppress a moan. He stares down at my body.
"Fuck, you're beautiful." Before I can respond his lips connect with mine. This so makes up for Friday.