Chapter 8

We pulled into a fancy restaurant in downtown LA. Alek came around, opened my door, and helped me out.

As we entered, a friendly server approached. “Mr. Nabokav, welcome. We have your usual table.” 

A smile formed on my lips, and a giggle almost escaped me. 

“Don’t even,” Alek whispered as we followed the server. 

I pretended to zip my lip. “Your secret is safe with me.” 

Alek chuckled under his breath. 

At the table, Alek pulled out my chair, and I accepted. Then he sat across from me. 

“What can I get you to drink?” The server asked, looking between the two of us. 

“Whiskey,” Alek answered. 

I looked up from the menu at the server. “The same.” 

Alek lifted a brow. “You sure?”

“I’m not as innocent as you think.” And I nodded for the server to continue with our drinks.

Alek smirked and said no more. The server came back for our food order when he dropped off our drinks and the kitchen had it ready in no time. I’m guessing because Alek’s order was a priority over the rest of the restaurant.

I took a bite, and the food literally melted in my mouth. It was so good.

After we finished dinner, we sat finishing our drinks. Alek threw the entire glass back, and I watched the tattoo on his neck slowly bob from his adam’s apple as the liquid made its way down. Never noticed before how many tattoos he had even though his name for me was tattoo guy in the beginning. I was biting my lower lip so hard as I looked him over.

“You okay?” Alek’s voice intruded into my porno thoughts, and I shook away my trance.

“Yup, splendid.” I blurted.

“What are those pretty green eyes thinking about?” Alek asked while searching my expression curiously.

“Nothing,” I answered, looking around the restaurant that is now packed full.

“Figured you would have more questions for me. Maybe why am I like this or your life must have been terrible if you turned out to be in the mafia,” Alek said, clearly wanting to start a conversation.

Shaking my head in disagreement. “No, it’s none of my business why you do what you do.” But I had one question lingering in my head from the beginning.

Taking the last sip of my whiskey, I put the glass down and felt like it was time to ask that question. “My question is, why me?”

He seemed confused. “Why you what?”

The server brought more whiskey to the table, and I grabbed it quickly, downing it before I continued. “Why did you make the deal for me and not the car? I saw your collection of vehicles. Why would you let such a prized piece go?”

Alek placed his elbows on the table leaning in. “A car is nothing compared to you.”

My brows stare curiously. “But you didn’t even know me.”

“I’ve been around monsters all my life. I know a pure soul when I see one,” Alek confessed.

My face scrunched in confusion. “So you wanted me because I’m pure? Is this some cult shit? Am I the virgin sacrifice?”

Alek chuckled at my questions. “No weirdo, I want a woman that hasn’t slept her way in the mafia only for the power. What you see as sacred is I would cherish.”

“And me being eighteen? That doesn’t bother you?” I asked. “Oh, and don’t forget inexperienced,” I added.

Alek’s playful smirk appeared. “You would be experienced within a few days. We wouldn’t leave the room until you had as many orgasms as you can take.” Trying to swallow, I felt as if it caught the air in my throat. “And how old do you think I am? I’m not some old man.” He declared with a laugh.

Shrugging, I answered. “Maybe. You seem like a perv the way you handled me in the kitchen.” Blushing at my own words as I’m brought back to the scene earlier.

Alek got a devilish grin on his lips. “Oh, you have absolutely no idea what I want to do to you right now. You thought the kitchen was me being a perv. Wait until I have you for real.”

Clearing my throat clearly hot and bothered by his words and thinking about us making love for the first time.

The server approached the table once again, tearing us from our staring contest. “Can I get you anything else?”

Alek never turned his attention towards the server. “Check.”

“Yes, Mr. Nabokav.” The server took off.

I gazed at Alek. “How old are you, Mr. Nabokav?”

Alek took in a deep breath before answering. “Twenty-five.”

“Damn. you’re an old man.” I burst out laughing, and he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

“Yeah, so old I’ll have you screaming daddy before the night’s over.” He smirked, proud of his comeback.

I glared at him. “Ew.”

Alek chuckled. “Let’s go.” I nodded as he stood from his chair and walked behind me, pulled the chair out, and grabbed my hand placing it on his forearm.

Back at the mansion, we walked in and I headed for the stairs, but Alek’s hand caught mine. He only looked at me, saying nothing.

“What?” I said shyly. The way he stared at me made my cheeks burn.

“Nothing, get some sleep. You start back at the club tomorrow.” Alek smiled. 

Excitement filled my eyes. “Oh my God, thank you!” I said, hugging him. Alek stiffened up at first, but then slowly wrapped his arms around me. 

Alek pulled away from our embrace. “Good night Bri.” 

I cocked my head to the side. “Bri?” 

His eyes swam with admiration. “Yeah, it fits you.” 

My giggle echoed the hall. “Okay,” I said as I straightened my expression, and as I turned around to walk up the steps, a smile formed on my lips. Alek was warming up to me, not just physically, but emotionally. 

I faced Alek again. “Good night Mr. Nabokav.” The upper corner of his lip curled into a smile and I hurried to bed, excited to go back to the club and be around people again.