Page 42 of The Mob: Shio Cuppacio

My eyes were still on the women as they laughed and whispered. They all looked so happy. Like my name, they were all glowing.

“Why not tomorrow then?”

“Because I’m tired of eating,” I admitted.

“Hunh? You serious?”

“Yeap. I love my job, but since I eat so much, I get sick of the smells.”

“Glow?”

“Hmm?”

“What do you desire, my baby?”

Breaking my gaze from the women, I faced him again. “What do you mean?”

He stepped forward, towering over me even in my heels. My breathing heightened as I looked up at him.

Shit.My panties aren’t going to be able to hold much more of this mess he’s causing.

“I mean… What do you want? Right now… If it’s one thing you could have, what would it be?”

Getting lost in his syrupy brown eyes wasn’t the plan. Tunan may visually be what I want, but he has no way to help me get what I desire. He couldn’t give me the status I wanted, even though my body said he could give me whatitwanted. I was at his mercy as I stared at his sculpted face, and even though the girls hadn’t seen my live video, all they had to do was look across the room and they’d see the passion. We’d fucked like horny dogs in the back seat of a car that probably had expired tags.

At least we used protection.I thought, smirking as he grinned and waited for my answer.

They say “condom dick” isn’t real dick, but all I’ve ever had was condom dick, and I was lightyears away from being a virgin. And after being fucked in that car, I for damn sure wasn’t a virgin. Tunan was the star in that car, and I’d happily be his co-star if it allowed me to feel him on top of me again.

Easy, Glow. We said never again.

Feeling his hand on my lower back, a tingle sprouted in the pit of my stomach. He radiated a vitality that drew me in like a magnet. He was eager for my answer, but at the same time, something in his manner soothed me. Was it the dick? The good looks? The chalice he possessed? Or was I just so deprived of affection that his simple actions had me in a tizzy? I didn't know what it was about Tunan that had me wide open, but I was two seconds away from spilling all my hopes, wants, and dreams to this man, and I didn’t even know what he’d just gotten out of jail for. He could have been a murderer or a molester, and I’d been smiling like my name was Chester.

Pitiful.

“You ain’t gotta tell me, but I know.” He took his place back on the wall, cool as a cucumber, like he hadn’t just semi-hemmed my ass up.

My breathing staggered, and my chest rose and fell. “I… I don’t know what you talking about,” I mumbled. And I truly did not. I was just counting down the seconds until the ladies called me over. I wanted to laugh too.

“You know… You know a lot of shit, Glow. Just like I know a lot of shit.”

“Okay, enlighten me. Inform me about some of the shit you know, even though I have the faintest idea of the context you’re speaking about.”

“I know your panties are wet.” He tossed that out like an erratic, summer storm, as if he were discussing the weather.

He was right, but I refused to confirm his statement. Instead, I inhaled as heat rushed to my neck.

“I know you want to be a part of the ‘wives club,’ and it’s hurting your pretty little feelings that you’re not.”

I swallowed down a thick pool of saliva, still refusing to confirm.

He then leaned over and pressed his lips to my ear. “I also know you know I’m not no fucking store runner, my baby.”

“Tunnnaaan.” I stomped my foot, clicking the high heel harshly on the marble floors.

“Aite, aite. I’m through,” He held his hands up in surrender with a mischievous grin. “I got a proposition, though, Greedy.”

“God, no. The answer is no.”