FALLING FOR MAFIA KYLE

CHAPTER FIVE

DANA

I could get drowned in them. Come back to your senses Dana! Focus! But how can I focus when his eyes won’t look away from mine.

Like he knew me from somewhere, he won’t stop staring. Did he recognize me? My heart almost flew out of my chest. I could hear it beating loudly.

What if he recognized me? So? What would I have him do? Jump into the arms of a boy? Tsk! That’d be so low of me considering the fact that we just met for only a night.

I faced my drink staring at it, “You must be gay for you to be in a gay bar.” I said while he nodded his head.

“Well, I won’t be here if I wasn’t.”

He is gay. How? How did he turn out to be gay? He looked perfectly healthy and straight when I met him five years ago.

Damn! He must’ve been gay too back then. I must’ve gotten him all flustered and embarrassed when I kissed him like that five years ago. That means I was the only person excited about the kiss.

Oh Dana! I really f****d up when I pulled that stunt. I wish he doesn’t remember me, he’d cut me limb by limb for pulling that stunt.

But he’s still staring at me, “Aren’t you gay?” He asked while I swallowed. Why would he ask that? Of course I’m not gay. I’m straight and I’m a woman, can’t he see that?

I looked at myself, oh my dressing. My undercover wears must’ve... “I am,” I said smiling, “I was hoping I’d hook up a partner here but I guess I am not able to find one.”

“Yeah me too, I guess no one hear interests me.” Then he leaned closer, “But you do, your eyes...it reminds me of someone.” He said whispering as he brought his hand to my wig.

My heart skipped, I think he’s drunk. His cheeks says so, his voice...sexy but...Dana...Dana focus... but he’s so close!!

“You’re a man but permit me to call you pretty,” he said while I gulped hard, he’s touching my core. I can’t focus!!

Don’t forget Anthony’s memorial tomorrow! You can’t be fooling around when your fiancée’s memorial is tomorrow.

But what happened to having a little fun? Haven’t I been sad for far too long? Haven’t I mourned him enough? Haven’t I been blamed enough for his death? I have devoted my life for the past five years trying to catch the chairman because of him.

I threw my life away. Haven’t I done enough? It’s okay to have just a little fun. But fooling around with this boy? Have you forgotten who he is?

Have you forgotten what you may have caused him after you delivered that drive to boss that day?

I can’t lose focus. I can’t let myself be drawn to him?

“Why are you pulling away? You don’t find me attractive?” He asked while I swallowed.

MIKHAIL

“Yes I don’t find you attractive, I’m sorry.” He said while I scoffed.

“Really?” I asked furrowing my brows, ever since I was born, I never heard anyone telling me that I’m not attractive.

My hand went to his chair and I dragged it closer, his shoulder bumped into mine, “Look closely, maybe you’d find me attractive.” I whispered searching her eyes again.

I don’t know what happens to me each time I find myself gazing into her eyes. Like I could see every part of her etched into her eyes.

The pain, the hurt, the sadness, the lust, desire, everything was painted in beautiful colours, it made want to kiss them.

I brought my hand to his face and he shuddered, I smirked, “Your body says a different thing. I don’t think you know that.”

“See...” I claimed his lips before he could speak. And the taste. Like Dana’s lips. It swirled my head, it made me want more. My heart throbbed.

He was kissing me back, slowly at first until I felt his arms around my neck. He’s soft, every part of him is very soft. I was right, he’d pass for a woman.

I opened the door to the room with a pass key kissing our way into the room, my hand went to his butt, he can’t be a man, can he? I don’t think this is the body of a man otherwise why is he resisting when I touch some parts of him?

Why is he pushing me away whenever I try to feel her body next to mine, but I want to. If I’m gay so be it but...I’m aroused, that never happened in five years.

It means I’m alright, it means...he pulled away breathing heavily. “I need to leave.” He said drifting back slowly while I stared blankly at him.

Confused, “Why?”

“Uhm...”

“You still don’t find me attractive?” I asked coming closer as he drifted back, now that I look at him, he’s smaller. Frail body just like that of a woman.

His hands, his feet...I am curious, I covered the distance between us. But he still retreated, “I have something to take care of...uhm...I...”

I kissed his neck and I could feel him shuddering and falling into my arms, I need not to be told when his chest pressed against mine,

She’s a woman, but which woman? What woman? Why would a woman be in a gay bar? I furrowed my brows. Spies. Must be a spy sent from nowhere to tail on me.

I gritted, must have succeeded in whatever she was asked to do but I don’t guarantee she’d walk out of this room alive.

“Who are you?” I asked as I shoved her by her shoulders.

She trembled, “Uh...I’m...”

“Your name, can I have your name...” I asked and I saw the dread in her eyes, she won’t say it. That’s who they’re, they don’t say their names. They take their lives instead of ever saying it out loud, it’s not a new thing but I won’t mind if she kills herself because I’m going to get that name out of her.

I pushed her down to the floor, my feet pressed to her throat, “Start talking or you’d have yourself to...” Her hair...it’s disheveled, as if it’s pulling...damn! That’s...I reached for it and pulled it off... it’s a wig.

Her long jet black hair sprawled on the floor covering her face, she was wearing a disguise?

Angry, I pulled at her hair, pulling her up to look into my eyes, “I won’t ask again...”

“Dana. My name is Dana Monroe.”