DAY 7

"He what?" Gianna screamed, her chips falling from her mouth. "Ahh I knew it.Quel coglione" Vivica muttered, and I nodded at the both of them. (That dochebag)

"Are you sure about this information Tesoro?" Gianna asked, her mouth still wide opened. "I'm sure. I heard the both of them talking yesterday." I replied, putting a chip in my mouth.

This is Sunday morning, and officially the seventh day in this strip club. The girls and I are currently catching up, and binge watching 'DARK DESIRE'.

(Well Gianna and I are watching it here, and Viv is watching it over there.)

"This movie can wait, tell us everything" Gianna pleaded, picking up the laptop and placing it on her lap. (She's literally placing Vivica on her lap right now, heheeeee).

Pausing the video, I started explaining, "so yesterday when Rocco sent you to call me, I got to his office and I might have eavesdropped a little bit." I said, smiling sheepishly at them.

"Ahh sapevo che ce l'aveva nel suo Viv!!" Gianna squealed, looking at an impressed Vivica. (Ahh I knew she had it in her Viv).

Clearing my throat, "so I heard both of them talking about what I did. Tiffany was pissed because he wouldn't fire me, and he was pissed because, she was being a baby" I explained.

"Ahh, Tipico Tiffany" Vivica muttered, rolling her eyes. "He told her to sit the fuck down or leave his office. She said and I quote 'are you fucking her too? Is that why you're defending her?' Keyword being 'too'." I told them with a smirk.

"Wow, turns out we were right Vivica." Gianna whistled, grinning like a Cheshire Cat. "Right?" I asked, munching on my chips.

"Yeah. Gianna and I suspected them when we first started working. Abbiamo scoperto che dopotutto avevamo ragione." She explained, with a sly smirk. (Turns out we were right after all)

"On a scale of 1-10, how heated was their conversation?" Gianna asked, raising her brows.

"Ehhh, 100? It was pretty heated. I've never heard Rocco speak like that. He was literally growling, like a dog" I chuckled, remembering how Tiffany flinched when he banged the table (you did too Mel)

"We have witnessed Rocco's anger" Vivica chuckled, Gianna laughing with her. "What happened?" I asked.

"Giana ed io abbiamo deciso di provare qualcosa. Abbiamo detto che ci saremmo tolti i reggiseni, durante uno dei nostri balli. Rocco era furibondo quando l'ha scoperto. Avresti dovuto vedere la sua faccia." She answered, and I started laughing hysterically. (Giana and I decided to try something. We said we'd take off our bras, during one of our dances. Rocco was livid when he found out. You should have seen his face.)

"I can never forget that day, his face was so red viv. Oh my God, it was crazy and scary at the same time." Gianna hooted, and we three started laughing uncontrollably.

"You guys were crazy." I muttered, when we stopped laughing. "Ahh trust me Chica, we still are" Vivica corrected, earning a nod from Gianna.

We spoke for hours. They were telling me the funny experiences they had with Rocco. (Even Martinez) we ate chips and spoke about different things, till Vivica had to hang up.

"I'll call you guys when I'm free. Ciao" she waved, before hanging up. (Who still says ciao?)

"We need a game plan" Gianna suddenly said, placing the laptop on the table and turning to face me. "game plan?" I asked in confusion.

"Yes game plan. Ora che abbiamo potere su Rocco e Tiffany, dobbiamo convincere Roberto a confessare." She explained, while I gazed at her confusedly. (Now that we have leverage on Rocco and Tiffany, we need to get Roberto to confess.)

"Uhhh, hold on a second. Who's Roberto and what do you mean by leverage?" I asked raising my brows.

"You didn't know? It's against the rules for the owner of this establishment, to be in any form of relationship with a worker her. Just like in big offices or organizations." She explained

"Wow, really? That's a huge leverage then." I muttered, already forming a plan in my head. "I know right" she agreed.

"That leaves one question, who's Roberto?" I asked again.

"Roberto è il bastardo che ha fatto sesso con Vivica e l'ha filmato. Quel figlio di puttana." She spat, venom laced in her voice. (Roberto is the bastard that had sex with Vivica and videotaped it. That son of a cunt.)

"His name is Roberto? What a waste of a nice name" I muttered (if only we could get him to come). "Ehh does he still come here?" I asked her.

"Sfortunatamente no. Ma posso convincere Martinez ad attirarlo qui. È difficile perché non ha più messo piede nel club da quando è successo l'incidente." She said, rubbing her pointer finger and thumb on her chin. (Unfortunately no. But I can get Martinez to lure him in here. It's be hard because, he has not stepped foot into the club since the incident happened.)

"Ahh that would be nice G. If we could get him her, we could get him to confess. And boom, Tiffany is exposed" I said, grinning happily. (If only it were that easy)

"It's not that easy Tesoro. But we'll try. Non possiamo farlo sapere a Vivica. Affare?" She said, stretching her hand out. (We cannot let Vivica know about this. Deal?)

"Deal" I agreed, shaking hands with her. "Okay cool, Martinez and his friend Lucas are going for a spin. You wanna come along?" She asked dusting fallen crumbs off her body, before stand up from my bed.

"Naa, I'm having dinner with Rose and her family this evening. I have to go now, so I could get back before my dance" I explained, getting off the bed.

"Ahh the one with the snobby parents?" She asked "yup the one and only" I groaned, running my oily hands through my hair. "Gross, you need a shower. Have fun" she said, walking out of my room. (I do need a nice and cold shower)

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"Ahhh Leandro Will cum undone in his pants, when he sees you" Rose squealed, as she hugged me as I got out of Martinez's car.

Much to his disappointment, Gianna pleaded with him to drop me off at the restaurant Rose and her family would be having dinner. "He's in there?" I gasped, giving Rose a stink eye.

"In my defense, I had not idea he would be coming " she said, raising her Hands in surrender.

Leandro Martinelli, is Rose's multi billionaire cousin. I've only met him twice, and he'd always give me side glances and look away when I catch him looking.

Rose always says he has a crush on me. (As if) it's not that he's unattractive, he's infact, very attractive. With his beautiful hazel eyes and his black long hair. He passes for a model (10/10)

He's about 6'4 tall, and also very muscular and sexy (with the chiseled jaw and all). All in all, he's definitely my type. Buttt Will i shoot my shot? And face the greatest embarrassment ever known to mankind (heheeeee nope)

"Roseeeee, I think I'm gonna go" I whined, turning around in my black stilettos. "Of course not. Come on Mel, it's just dinner. No big deal, plus you look lovely" she complimented, stretching her hand and I sighed.

Dusting my red bodycon dress (that Gianna felt would be nice for dinner), I grabbed Rose's hand with a frown.

Pulling me through the door, i immediately spotted Mr and Mrs Cowel on a table in the middle of the room (and of course Leandro). I walked behind Rose, holding the strap of my purse tightly and wishing the ground could open and swallow me right now.

"Ahh è l'amica di Rose, Melinda." Rose's mother muttered as we got to the table. (Ahh it's Rose's friend, Melinda.) I fought the urge to roll my eyes, at the name she called me.

"Madre, è Melanina." Rose corrected her mother with a glare. (Mother, it's Melanin.) "it's the same thing, my darling. Come sit beside Aleandro Melinda" she waved Rose off, looking at me with a very fake smile. (See I knew she does it on purpose)

"Of course. Thanks for having me Mr and Mrs Cowel. It's been a long time." I said in appreciation, sitting down beside Leandro.

"Ahh fa parte della carità" Rose mother cooed, drinking from her wine. (Ahh it's part of charity)

"Zia, ne abbiamo parlato." Leandro said, his voice dangerously low. (Aunty, we spoke about this.)

"Ahhh my bad, I forgot you knew Italian " she apologized (no you did, not you old hag)

I looked at Rose across the table, and she gave me a pleading look. 'I'm so sorry chica' she mouthed, looking down at the table.

"How have you been, Melanin" Leandro asked beside me, his voice low and deep. "Uhhh_i have been really good. You?" I replied, drinking the wine in a glass in front of me, resisting the urge to spit it out. (Ewww expensive wine tastes like shit) 

"Well I've been okay. Been busy organizing the new branch in Switzerland. It's good to know, that you're okay" he said, resting his palm on my thigh.

My body jolted, as his warm hard palm made contact with my skin. The force of the collision ofmy body and the table, caused my wine to pour on my dress. (What the hell?)

"Sempre così goffo." Mrs Cowel muttered, shutting up when Leandro casted her a glare. (Always so clumsy.) "oh my Gosh Mel, are you okay?" Rose said , reaching forward to pass me a napkin.

"Do I look fucking okay to you?" I spat, walking away from the table to find the bathroom. "Fuck Leandro and his stupid hot palm, fuck Mrs Cowel and her stupid judgmental self, fuck Rose and forcing me to attend these stupid family dinners all the fucking time" I muttered to my self, as I tried to clean the wine stain off my dress. (It won't come off, great)

"Are you okay?" A very familiar voice said from beside me, startling me. "Can you stop doing that?" I spat, glaring at Leandro.

"Doing what,principessa?" He asked, feigning ignorance. "Startling me goddammit. This is all your fault, and stop calling me that" I said with gritted teeth, as I pointed my finger at him.

"Or what?" The idiot asked, folding his hands with a smirk on his face. (He's enjoying this, what an ass) "or nothing, just leave me alone" I said, rinsing my hands and walking out of the restroom. (I knew this whole dinner was a mistake)

"I'm sorry for disrupting your dinner Mr and Mrs Cowel. I'll be leaving now." I said taking my purse and leaving, not bothering to say bye to Rose. (I'm upset)

Deciding to leave as soon as possible, I called a taxi and left the restaurant. "Stupid egoistic bastard, he thinks he can do whatever he wants because he has money" I said to myself, receiving glances from the driver. (I'm very okay sir)

Deciding to keep myself busy with my phone, I turned it on. I saw 10 missed calls from Rose , two from an unknown number and some messages from Rose.

Rolling my eyes, I ignored them and turned my phone off. Paying the taxi driver, I walked to the back entrance of the club.

Later that night, I danced  with zero enthusiasm because I was so tired. I was drained when I go back into my room. I slept off as soon as my head hit the pillows....

MAYBE I WILL WRITE A LONG STORY ABOUT LEANDRO AND MELANIN....

I MEAN THE CHEMISTRY IS JUST SO.....PERFECT?

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