35: Don't tell me no

Pov: Andre

"You'll have to quit your job at the coffee shop," I all but declared as I drove her back to her apartment.

"And you'll have to quit your place in the mafia," she said dryly, not even fazed that I knew where she worked. "See how we both win in the end?"

"Ha ha."

"It's not a joke, DiMarco."

I chuckled, shaking my head, glad that most of the tension had left her after she woke up and realized she had slept with me. Again.

I hadn't been able to stomach the horror in her eyes and I decided to all but tie her down with a relationship, seeing as I couldn't get her pregnant because of her IUD.

She was strangely aversed to being in an actual relationship but I had managed to get one out of her, even if it was a purely sexual one to her, it will never be just about sex to me.

She was sitting beside me in the passenger seat, in only my tshirt and her heeled boots, her tousled black hair flying around wildly from the wind. And it was the closest version of heaven I had ever tasted.

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