FALLING FOR MAFIA KYLE

CHAPTER FOUR

MIKHAIL

“What?” The woman repeated before I withdrew. Damn it! I can’t believe I mistook her for Dana.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled as I shifted away while she nodded.

“I am the one who has to say that, I threw off your phone to the floor.” She said smiling.

“It’s fine,” I said and walked off. I can’t believe I called out Dana’s name in the middle of the street. Just what was I thinking? That was a recurrent dream I had...

“Babe!!” Sasha’s voice blared into the phone.

“Yes??” I started confusedly with my hands digging into my hair

“What happened? Are you okay? Should I come to the airport?”

“No it’s fine,” I said before I spotted my father’s men and the chauffeur walking towards me, “I can come over to the house with my men.” I said before the men stood infront of me, bowing as they collected my suitcase from me and guided me to the car.

“I will call you later Sasha.”

“Am I going to see you soon Mikhail?” She asked while I checked my wrist watch.

“I don’t think so. My father wants me to visit a new doctor he appointed for me here in NY before I come over to the house.”

“A new doctor? Why? What happened to the old one. Is there no improvement still?”

I clutched at my pants, squeezing my phone. I gulped. I hate when my health problem is mentioned like this.

“We need to do something about that Babe,” Sasha squealed yet again, as if I haven’t tried. “Or maybe you’re just gay, don’t you think? Have you tried having it with men?”

“Sasha! How can you say something like that?”

“Because you may not be into women but into men.”

“I will talk to you later,” I said and hung up looking out the window as the car sped heading to God knows where.

I never bothered to ask. But gay? As she mentioned it, it just began to bug on me. What if I’m gay?

My arousal disorder may be a false diagnosis. I may just not be into women. “After we visit the doctor, take me to a gay bar tonight.” I ordered one of the men seated with me in the car.

He cast an eye at me, “Sir??”

“And don’t you dare speak of that to my father else I might kill you.” I threatened glaring into his eyes until he cowered.

I relaxed into the car seat until we arrived at the hospital.

“Mr. Petrov,” the doctor started when my results came out, “Your arousal disorder is not as problematic as it is. All we need is a few therapy sessions with a s*x therapist, it would improve. And again, taking healthy exercises...”

Just the usual talks from the old doctor, nothing changed. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just what I used to hear.

I nearly dozed by the time he was done. I stood up and adjusted my suit, “Take the prescription from him,” I told one of the men as I walked out of the hospital.

“When is my bodyguard coming?” I asked before getting into the car.

“Tomorrow, he still has a lot to fix.” The man replied while I grumbled.

He’d never travel with me unless I beg him to. Anton is such a kill joy. I got into the car and settled on the car seat before it drove off headed for the bar.

One, two, three, I emptied five bottles as I seated at the counter. I sighed, as I thought. I’m not gay. None of these men aroused me.

Then what is my problem? Why can’t I feel pleasure when I do it? Why can’t I c*m when I have s*x? My father called me a disappointment because of this.

He had to lock me up in a room with ten women two years ago, that’s one of my most terrible moments and nightmare. I can never get that memory off my head no matter how hard I tried.

I took another sip at my glass before I felt someone sitting beside me. “Can I get a glass of prosecco please?” I heard the voice.

Sounded familiar enough to get me turning my head to look at the figure. He was dressed in suit, low cut hair, he could pass for a woman. He must be gay.

DANA

I watched the bartender carefully before my eyes diverted, looking out for the chairman who I had my eyes on the whole time since I entered the club.

He was seated with three men clustering around him, I smiled. He is gay. That’s a progress. Lucky wasn’t lying when he told me that the chairman visits the gay club frequently.

All I need to do is quietly get a picture of him and I would be out of here, I’d release it to the press, I know it won’t be enough to soil a big name like the chairman’s but that is for a starter.

“Prosecco? Won’t that be too strong for you?” I heard the man beside me say, his blue eyes shaking me to my very core.

Kyle. That has to be Kyle. Those are Kyle’s eyes. I haven’t forgotten. That’s how he looked at me that night.

I swallowed, it can’t be him. What is he doing here in a gay bar? Maybe it’s someone who looks like him.

But, I searched his eyes. They’re so homely but he is more matured than the boy I met five years ago.

He is very much bigger now, more handsome and still made me feel fluttery and out of balance,

“Uh...Well, strong wines are good in this sort of weather.”

“Then a prosecco for me too,” he said while he cast his eyes at me smiling.

“It’s going to be too strong for you.”

“I have a high capacity for alcohol.” He replied as we took our glasses from the bartender drinking slowly.

Damn! It was strong. It was hot. But refreshing, it made all my problems go away by the time I had my fifth glass.

I shouldn’t be drinking so much, I can’t lose focus, I can’t let the feel of this man next to me mess with my head. I have a job to do that’s why I’m here in the first place but, when I turned to look at him, he was staring at me.

Those eyes, damn!