It had been a long night. Due to not being allowed to work, I spent most of the time helping the other girls get ready. Makeup was never my strong suit, but at least I was busy. The buzzing off the club drifted through the doors, I could feel the excitement of it. Part of me missed performing... What started off as a way to make money became an empowering feminist move on my part. Knowing I could make them feel something, but none would get to touch me... not unless I wanted them to, of course...It was probably around 1am, when I was done for the night. All of the girls were already out there, and the only people using the room was for the odd lip gloss swish or perfume spray. I'd found comfort in the corner, being able to read in what surprisingly was a productive environment for me. "Earth to V" Carly snapped me out of my daze, waving her hands in my face "I'm done for the night" she spoke as she pulled a robe over her body. Throwing her hair up into a clip, she began taking her t
My room was my safe space. I locked the heavy door behind me, before sliding down it. Why was I so upset? I didn't actually like him did I? "Vanessa open the door" Carly said, knocking lightly "let me in, we can talk about it" "I...im not ready to.. I just... need to be alone... can we talk in the morning?" "okay" she said in protest. "I'm right next door if you need me" --When I woke up the next morning I had a plan. Screw him. I was going back to work whether he liked it or not. "are you sure about this? he's gonna be pretty mad.." Carly asked as we walked into the wardrobe ladies room. "yep. he doesn't own me..." I trailed off "well he does but I was hired to dance... so that's what I'll do.." "Vanessa I didn't expect to see you again... Boss said you were done..." Isobel appeared from behind the wracks of clothing. She was an ex dancer turned seamstress, and boy was she good at it. "well I changed my mind. I'm back in. I want something new. Green maybe" I spoke, my eyes la
2 weeks later"What are you doing?" Christiano stared at me sprawled out on the bed, head hanging over the edge."I'm thinking, sometimes people do that" I looked around, my hair swishing under me."Get changed" he pointed to my attire, a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top. "I don't want to, will you just leave me alone." I tried to sound as annoyed at possible."You either get changed now, or your going to be stuck in here for at least another month" "Why? I'll just ask Angelo to take me out" I turned over, staring at him"I found out about that, and I've told him if he takes you out again I'll fúcking kill him" my eyes widened slightly. would he seriously kill Angelo? his best friend?"you will not kill Angelo or I'll hurt you" he laughed, sarcasm covering his face."'don't make me laugh, you couldn't even bruise my pinky." he paused "get changed""fine. But only because you will not go away" I pushed myself off the bed, walking into my closet.I quickly grabbed my grey ripped j
"I'm sorry about them..." he laughed, opening the car door for me. "it's fine, your mother is sweet" I replied, sliding into the car."you think that now... but wait till you see her at Christmas... she is a mad woman" "Did you get her festive spirit?" I smirkedHis eye brows rose, before he turned smiling. We pulled up outside the club before walking in."Christiano!" Angelo ran down the hall, his face covered in worry."You look like you've seen a ghost my friend... what's up?" Christiano shoved his hands in his jean pockets"Damien is here" I turned to Christiano, rage dawned over his face, as the smile dropped off his face. "who's Damien?" "he's a very bad man" Christiano muttered. If he is calling him bad... then he must be a monster."what do you want me to do boss?" Angelo straightened his tie"I need to go and get changed... but we treat him like any other guest. We don't want him to think we're scared of him" Angelo nodded before hurrying off."What do you want me to do?"
"Baby?" I heard someone whisper through my sleep. The voice silenced, and I drifted down into a deeper sleep. "I'll give you 3 seconds baby" I woke up, keeping my eyes closed..."3...2..1" he mumbled before I felt his fingers began tickling at my sides. My eyes shot open, my body convulsing on the bed."Stop!" I grabbed at his hands, trying to pull them away... "so you were awake!" he lay back down on the bed, a smile on his face."what are you? the sleep police?" I turned my head to look at him. The sunlight bounced off his tanned skin and his hair was still as perfect as ever."How do you manage to look this perfect after being asleep for 10 hours?""I could ask you the same question!" he chuckled. His hand cupped my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek lightly. "Hey boss theres-" Angelo walked in, stopping suddenly as he looked up. "omg what did I just walk in on?" he hid his reddening face with his hand"don't worry Angelo it's PG" Christiano threw the covers back standing up in all
After that night, Damian never came round again. Christiano calmed down quickly soon after, going back to his normal self. I was allowed to dance occasionally, only if Christiano was around and only if I didn't do any private dances. Being with him, it felt normal, comfortable even. He was different with me, gentle.. calm... funny... It was an early night, and the club was quiet, so the doors shut early. Every time I'd come off stage Christiano would be waiting... he would take me straight off to either his office or his room, or sometimes we'd only make it to the bathroom. Our chemistry was insane, everything felt so right. We would spend the days in his bed, and the night with him watching me dance or taking breaks together when we could. Damian was dead. They told me a few days later that they'd killed him, before dumping his body in the canal. Is it wrong that I felt okay about it? He deserved it... ---"you did great out there Vanessa!" Carly launched herself at me as I ste
I woke up to the sound of hoovers wirling around outside my door. my eyes shot open, as one of the cleaning ladies banged loudly on the door. "Miss Diamond are you in there?" Anita called from outsideChristiano tossed beside me, grunting loudly as he rubbed his eyes."what's that?" he grunted"the cleaners" I whispered back "Miss Diamond?" She knocked again"No thank you Anita" I replied, just as Christiano reached out pulling me closer towards him. His body was boiling hot and this made it very uncomfortable. "okay Miss Diamond, I'll come back tomorrow" I heard her pick up her hoover before walking off down the corridor. "what time is it?" "11" I said carelessly, his eyes shot open as his body tensed."fúck. I'm late for a meeting" he jumped out of the bed, swiftly grabbing his clothes which were littered around the room."What will they say? the mafia boss turning up late" I propped myself up on my arms, watching as he ran around like a headless chicken."They won't say anythi
We woke up the next morning wrapped up in eachother. Christiano traced patterns across my bare skin, his head nuzzled into my neck. "your something else..." "an alien?" I asked, trying to hide the smile on my face "because I've tried to hide the green goo but it's hard..." "you know what I mean..." he mumbled. "are you happy?" "I am..." I trailed off "I don't know what's going to happen... for me... for you.. us... but I feel safe..." I turned to face him, "I feel at home" He smiled, capturing my lips with his. He was so slow, so gentle, the kiss held a thousand unsaid things... "I've never ... Im fall..""Boss! the Russians are back!" Dom raced into the office, gun in hand.Christiano stood me up, wrapping a blanket around me. Dom turned around as Christiano pulled on his trousers, and his shirt. "Dom take here to the safe room... and don't let her out... no matter what happens" he walked over to the dresser against the far wall, pulling out a machine gun."wait what we're you go