Chapter 6

 I didn't get the chance to drink in the luxury of the Penthouse suite, but now that I'm back at the center of it all...

 Damn, luxury is beautiful.

 Aside from last night, this is my first time in a penthouse or even any building this luxurious. 

 And although I don't have anything to compare it to, everything I'm seeing is the most beautiful version I've ever seen.

 The chandelier hanging above the obsidian-laced center table, the fur rug beneath my feet, and even the bottle of wine and a box of napkins on the table look more expensive than everything I've ever owned.

 It's been about fifteen minutes - or maybe thirty - since Cisco brought me in here and told me to sit. 

 Dimitri hasn't raised his head from whatever he is doing at his desk. He didn't even bother to regard me or even permit me to taste the tempting drink staring at me. 

 Maybe it's because I now see Dimitri as a Mafia Lord, or maybe it's just the fact that I threw myself at him last night.

 But I feel like a clout begging for scraps, a slut waiting for cock, or maybe I'm just a practice dummy waiting to be shot.

 I stretch in my spot, trying to get a view of his face so I can gauge his mood. 

 But he's too far away and I can't see anything.

 At first, last night felt like the best night of pleasure and joy. Then it started feeling like a terrible mistake that would come back to bite me. 

 Now, I can't help but feel like I'm in trouble. Worse, I'm very late for work and I worry I might lose my job.

 Dimitri looks like a busy man who doesn't have the time for girls like me and I definitely don't have the time to be toyed with. But it doesn't look like I can just waltz away. 

 - What if he just decides to kill me - 

 Just then, he looked up at me and my heart skipped two beats. 

 I look away and fidget with my nails.

 "So, Sapphire huh?" He said with a small frown as if my name tasted bad in his mouth.

 He stood from his chair and strutted to look out the window with a cigar in his mouth.

 "That's an interesting name." He said. "So tell me, Sapphire, do I look like a pushover to you?"

 "No," I said simply with a slight frown. 

 He is the Mafia Don with a gun, why would I think he's a pushover?

 "Really?" He turned to face me.

 I nodded, trying not to appear intimidated. I'm sure everyone in his life is terrified of him and probably all of them are probably dead. 

 So I cannot afford to appear scared to him.

 "Let me get something straight," He said with a deepening frown as he walked towards me.

 "You, a lowlife with nothing to your name, have a necklace that's worthy enough to have D'manno come looking for you."

 "There must be something about you." He said and I blinked in confusion as he sat majestically in front of me.

 "Do you remember what I said last night to that scum holding you as a shield?"

 I nod but then quickly decide to speak up;

 "Yes, I remember." I cleared my throat and adjusted in my seat.

 "You said you're the Grim Reaper."

 "Now, I'll ask you only one time," he brought out a gun and my eyes widened in fear.

 "What was last night all about?"

 I opened my mouth and closed it. I licked my lips and swallowed hard as my eyes stayed glued to the gun.

 The answer to his question is a simple embarrassing one, but it feels like he's just looking for an excuse to shoot me. I feel like it's a trick question hiding another trick question.

 "I... Uhm," I cleared my throat as my palms grew sweaty.

 "My...w-we.." I paused, unsure what to say.

 Should I tell him why I threw my necklace in the lake or should I tell him I enjoyed the sex? 

 Either way, I feel like there's no correct answer.

 "I'm waiting,"

 Dimitri's voice sounds calm and collected, but his face is saying the exact opposite.

 "I...uhm," I exhaled softly, "I was feeling miserable and decided to steal some pleasure from you."

 For the next minute, Dimitri just sat there, staring at me with his menacing glare and I couldn't dare to look up from the gun in his hand.

 "Last chance," He said, "who are you? Why did you set yourself up to meet me? Who's giving you orders?"

 I blinked in confusion;

 "The faster you talk, the better your chances of seeing your mother again."

 His last words struck a chord, but his questions only made me realize one simple fact something; he took the liberty to investigate me.

 I look up at him, and contrary to his unspoken threats and the menace about him, he is anxious to figure something out. His frown seemed to realize a bit as our eyes played on each other;

 "Can... I uhm, can I ask you a question?"

 Dimitri's brows twitch in amusement, seriously though, I'm surprised at my audacity too. He didn't say or do anything.

 I decided to ask anyway;

 "What do you want from me?"

 Dimitri burst out chuckling.

 His chuckle quickly turned into a laugh that shook his shoulders, and I am almost certain I saw a hint of tears in the corner of his eyes as he reeled over in his seat laughing.

 My question wasn't funny... Right?

 I don't know why he is laughing so hard but it's embarrassing.

 All I can do is frown and give Dimitri a dirty look in hopes of hiding the blush on my cheeks.

 He laughed for almost three minutes before he finally settled with a deep sigh;

 "My God...!" He chuckled and looked at me with a bright smile on his face.

 "Fine," He said, "I do need something from you."

 "O-okay, but could you please put your gun away?"

 He laughed out loud again and I'm starting to feel like he has a clinical condition.

 As if reading my mind, he expertly dismantles the gun and puts all its pieces into the waste bin close by. I don't know why, but it feels like I have seen him do that before.

.

 He picked up the glasses from the table and poured the wine;

 "I didn't want to believe it, you know?" He said. "I thought maybe you were just a bastard but you're the real deal, aren't you?"

 "I..." I blink in confusion. 

 He offered me a glass of wine and I hesitated only for a second before I collected it. He smiles broadly and I think his smile is genuine.

 "What did you mean by being the real deal?" I finally put a voice to my question.

 "Don't worry about it," He said with a laugh as if we were old friends.

 "Just tell me something," He said, sipping from his wine.

 "How come you are not scared to hold my gaze?"

 "I... I can't look away," I said with a soft blush, "your eyes are really blue."

 Dimitri burst out laughing again;

 - Okay now I want to punch his stupid face - 

 He settles down and clears his throat.

 "Okay, that's enough laugh, don't you think?" He said with a smile. "And your eyes are a foxy brown too."

 I instinctively stroked my cheek and bit my lower lip, trying not to blush. 

 "So," He drank from his glass and dropped the remainder on the table.

 "How would you like to go to a party with me?"

 "Wha...what?"

 He remained quiet. His small frown is back, and I almost feel like he is mad. I didn't say yes even before he landed.

 But I can't say yes.

 "I know I promised to repay your kindness, and I really want to."

 "But going with you to a party that's obviously going to be filled with people in your circle is like painting a big red target on my back. I'm a nobody and I'm sure you have lots of enemies."

 "I won't be able to protect myself, and I'm all my Mom has left in the world," I said with a soft voice.

 "Please, Dimi..." I paused and quickly corrected myself.

 "Please understand, Mr. Griot,"

 He let out a sigh and scoffed;

 "What about 20 grand?" 

 "What?"

 "20 grand and you're mine for the rest of today."

 Is he for real? Like seriously or is he pulling my legs?

 I squint my eyes, trying to hide the excitement that's already brewing in me;

 "You are the Don of the most notorious Mafia family," I said, "how can I be sure you'd keep your word."

 "The necklace is worth more than 20 grand, and I'm richer than 20 grand.".

 "Do I get to keep the necklace too?"

 He smirked and looked at me with a very serious expression. Then he nods.

 He's lying, he's fucking lying. 

 I know he's hiding something but I can't hide the smile creeping into my face.

 - To hell with whatever he's hiding - 

 "I'm in," I said with a big smile on my face.

 He smiled right back at me and honestly, I'm already getting ideas of what could happen within the remaining 16 hours today. 

 I can already tell I'm going to be like his pet at the party or maybe even his plaything.

 And I don't care. If I could throw myself at him just for a momentary happiness. Why not do it again now?

 Although 20 grand, I'd sell myself to him forever. But I can't help but feel like I'd regret this later.