The mafia boss' wife

Lara I’m rudely awoken by the sound of my alarm going off, it’s 3pm, and I have a few things to do before my shift starts tonight at 8pm. I shut the alarm off and rolled out of bed to make a start on my to-do list. I’m not lazy, in the slightest, but I do currently work the night shift at a bar a few blocks from my apartment. I’m also studying at college to become a doctor. Usually, I’m up at 8am to head off there, but we’re currently on break, which means I can catch up on some much-needed sleep. It’s tough sometimes, but it’s the only way I can afford to pay for tuition and rent. I start the day off by taking an hour to complete the last paper I have due. When it’s all done, and I’ve checked it, I send it on to my professor, close my laptop and jump in the shower. I spend more time than I planned too in theshower but once I step out, I speed through drying myself and my hair. I get myself dressed and then head downstairs for something to eat, it's then time to go grocery shopping for the apartment. While this might sound like a small task, that couldn't be further from the truth. I share my apartment with my 3 best friends, and we take it in turns to do a weekly shop, this week it's my turn and let me tell you, shopping for 4 adults with different food preferences, allergies and diets is both a pain and very expensive. It takes me an hour an half in total to drive to the store, get the groceries, get back home and put them all way. By the time this is done, and I've prepped my food for the night at work it's 6pm which means it's now time to start getting ready for work. I grab my uniform out of the washer and give it an iron before putting the tight, low-cut shirt that shows way too much cleavage and the shorts that barely cover my butt cheeks on. I grab my little apron and put that into my bag and then sort my hair and make-up before leaving to walk the couple of blocks to the bar. The make-up is non-negotiable, it's part of the uniform and literally the only time I wear make-up anymore. I think once you're made to wear it you sort of take every chance not to. I'm only 19 but on my time off school or work my friends tell me I dress more like a grandmother. I love baggy clothes, long chunky cardigans. Anything for a bit of comfort. I'm an old soul, I guess. I walk into the Twilight lounge, the bar I work at 7:45pm and walk down to the staff room to drop my bag in my locker, taking my phone and apron from my bag before I lock it up and make my way upstairs. When I get onto the floor, I check which area I will be working tonight and it's the VIP area. This is either amazing with loads of tips from wealthy older Wall Street types or horrendous with the younger generation who are far too handy and will take every opportunity to grab your butt or a grope of your boobs. Worst part is they don't even tip that well unless you're willing to sleep with them and I am not one of the girls who work here who is. I made the decision when I was in high school that I didn't want to participate in s*x until I was married, I'm choosing to save myself for the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. My best friends all support my decision, it doesn't stop them from teasing me now and again of course. I walk onto the main floor and up to the main bar where one of my best friends and roommates, Matthew is working tonight. Matthew is gorgeous, he gets put on the main bar, simply because of how many women that stay around it buying drinks just to flirt with him. He's 25 years old, medium but muscular build with beautiful, tanned skin, blue eyes, and brown hair. I smile as I approach the bar. "Hey Matthew, ready for the night?" I ask him. "Hey beautiful, I am now you're here. What are you on tonight?" he beams back at me. "VIP for me tonight, so won't be able to have as much fun as we usually do" I say back. Whenever we work together on the main floor, we always have the best nights. Matthew will save me from any overly grabby men, and he'll tell any women who are too much that I'm his girlfriend to get them to back off. "I'm sure they split us up on purpose, but I have heard there's something special going down tonight." He tells me, I look at him just about to answer when the manager, Alice comes walking over. "Best behavior tonight, Lara, I know you're not going to take it all the way, but I do need you to flirt and flutter those pretty blue eyes at the customers you're with tonight. We need them to return and the only way to do that is to make sure they're pleased." She tells me. I hate nights like these, usually means some hotshots are coming in that we haven't really seen much of before. People in this city seem to have their main bar where they do their business and due to the way we dress we're rarely used for the important meetings but they do like to use our bar for their "fun" nights. "Of course, Alice, when am I not?" I wink "what booth would you like me to take care of?" "Booth 4 please". I walk away up the stairs to the VIP area, it's empty at the moment so we're all spending some time checking the tables are clean from the last round of customers whose time is now up. We give it a quick sweep through and a mop and then dim the lights and Cole, one of Matthews friends who has since become someone I class as a friend walks up to work on the VIP bar. I'm pleased to see this, Cole is a great guy. He's 27, the oldest of the group with tanned skin, a muscular build. His blue eyes glow and his blonde hair is always perfectly styled. Out of all our guy friends Cole has to be the best looking, he really is beautiful. He gives me a wink as he jumps behind the bar ready to start the shift.