off with black lingerie. I’m at a loss about what to do for my hair, so I decide to tie it up and put it high on my head with a tight bun. I put basic mascara and red lipstick on with some black heels and walk back out to Stefanos.
“Well, don’t you clean up nicely? Thought you liked the look of a street girl,” he says, eyeing me up and down. There isn’t much to see as my breasts are only a B-cup due to my workouts, and I have no fat on my body, apart from my ass. His comment makes me want to clobber him again, but I choose to close my eyes and take deep breaths.
“Shut your fucking face, pretty boy, before you get hit again,” I tell him and walk past him to grab my bag. Just as I pass him, he pinches me on the ass. I swing around and go for gold again, though this time, he is prepared for my hit and swings me around so my arms are wrapped around my chest, and my back is to his front.
“You got one in, Princess; don’t expect another one,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers all over me.
We walk out to see Rock standing there dressed in a suit, and I wolf-whistle at him; he chooses to ignore my antics, as per usual.
“How do you put up with her?” he asks Rock, who looks down at me then back at Stefanos and grunts. That alone has me cracking up laughing, all the way to the car.
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O n the ride to the ball, Rock takes a separate car and drives ahead of us. I got stuck riding with Stefanos to keep up appearances. Just as I’m about to ask him how long we have to go, our car gets rear-ended.
“What was that for?” I ask, sitting up straight and looking around. Stefanos ignores me, pulls a gun out of his trousers and puts the window down. It all happens so fast, I’m shocked; I don’t know what to say or do.
Someone is tailing us from behind and smashing their front end into our back end, which is causing Stefanos to swing into other lanes. I see the gun in his hand, wondering if he always has that on him.
We now have two cars trying to drive us off the road; one is on my side and the other is still rear-ending us. Stefanos puts my window down, knocks me back into the seat and fires off a shot at the car next to us. My ears start ringing, and I can’t hear a thing he is saying to me. I can see Stefanos trying to talk to me, but I just can’t hear anything. He grabs my seat belt, pulls it so it locks in place and slams on the brakes, I can feel the impact the moment the other car hits us, and I thank God he grabbed that seatbelt.
Both cars are now stopped on the highway, and it has caused a huge pile-up. I watch as Stefanos gets out of the car, not even glancing at me as he does, and puts the gun to his side, walking over to the first car. I can’t see exactly what happens, but I see him raise the gun to the drivers head before he walks to the second car and does the same.
As he walks back to me, I’m watching him with pride. He looks up at me before he reaches the car, and I see him slip the gun back into the top of his pants.
“That, my princess, is why I said it’s not safe,” he says, looking at me with a straight face. Then he goes back to start the car, and we’re off like nothing happened.
I am proud of him and how he handled the situation so fast with no remorse. I would do a lot of things for my father and his work, but killing someone in cold blood is something I haven’t done yet. And I hope it’s not in the near future, though I also understand what business I am in.
We arrive at the ball, and Stefanos offers me his arm for support. I reluctantly take it, to keep up appearances, I repeat to myself.
We walk in, and I am floored by the extravagance of this party; there are women swinging from the roof with ribbons, someone blowing fire from his mouth, and it’s all quite a lot. Stefanos makes eye contact with a man who would be in his early thirties and walks over to him. I take in this man while he looks me up and down like a piece of meat; he
“Well, don’t you clean up nicely? Thought you liked the look of a street girl,” he says, eyeing me up and down. There isn’t much to see as my breasts are only a B-cup due to my workouts, and I have no fat on my body, apart from my ass. His comment makes me want to clobber him again, but I choose to close my eyes and take deep breaths.
“Shut your fucking face, pretty boy, before you get hit again,” I tell him and walk past him to grab my bag. Just as I pass him, he pinches me on the ass. I swing around and go for gold again, though this time, he is prepared for my hit and swings me around so my arms are wrapped around my chest, and my back is to his front.
“You got one in, Princess; don’t expect another one,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers all over me.
We walk out to see Rock standing there dressed in a suit, and I wolf-whistle at him; he chooses to ignore my antics, as per usual.
“How do you put up with her?” he asks Rock, who looks down at me then back at Stefanos and grunts. That alone has me cracking up laughing, all the way to the car.
––––––––
O n the ride to the ball, Rock takes a separate car and drives ahead of us. I got stuck riding with Stefanos to keep up appearances. Just as I’m about to ask him how long we have to go, our car gets rear-ended.
“What was that for?” I ask, sitting up straight and looking around. Stefanos ignores me, pulls a gun out of his trousers and puts the window down. It all happens so fast, I’m shocked; I don’t know what to say or do.
Someone is tailing us from behind and smashing their front end into our back end, which is causing Stefanos to swing into other lanes. I see the gun in his hand, wondering if he always has that on him.
We now have two cars trying to drive us off the road; one is on my side and the other is still rear-ending us. Stefanos puts my window down, knocks me back into the seat and fires off a shot at the car next to us. My ears start ringing, and I can’t hear a thing he is saying to me. I can see Stefanos trying to talk to me, but I just can’t hear anything. He grabs my seat belt, pulls it so it locks in place and slams on the brakes, I can feel the impact the moment the other car hits us, and I thank God he grabbed that seatbelt.
Both cars are now stopped on the highway, and it has caused a huge pile-up. I watch as Stefanos gets out of the car, not even glancing at me as he does, and puts the gun to his side, walking over to the first car. I can’t see exactly what happens, but I see him raise the gun to the drivers head before he walks to the second car and does the same.
As he walks back to me, I’m watching him with pride. He looks up at me before he reaches the car, and I see him slip the gun back into the top of his pants.
“That, my princess, is why I said it’s not safe,” he says, looking at me with a straight face. Then he goes back to start the car, and we’re off like nothing happened.
I am proud of him and how he handled the situation so fast with no remorse. I would do a lot of things for my father and his work, but killing someone in cold blood is something I haven’t done yet. And I hope it’s not in the near future, though I also understand what business I am in.
We arrive at the ball, and Stefanos offers me his arm for support. I reluctantly take it, to keep up appearances, I repeat to myself.
We walk in, and I am floored by the extravagance of this party; there are women swinging from the roof with ribbons, someone blowing fire from his mouth, and it’s all quite a lot. Stefanos makes eye contact with a man who would be in his early thirties and walks over to him. I take in this man while he looks me up and down like a piece of meat; he
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