Aliyah’s p.o.v
It was either this or I’d get kicked out of the club. s*x wasn’t supposed to be a big deal to me. I’d done it before with Michelo,it was never exciting. Even if this hulk of a man wanted to have his way with me, I feared I’d just let him… all for Julia.
The masked man towered over me again as he rose from his chair, moving toward the desk but still keeping his distance. When he had stepped close to the dim bulb earlier, I’d locked eyes with him. Recognition had struck me.
Those brown eyes,the only visible part of him were familiar or so I thought
I’d seen this shade before. Hell, I’d seen them this morning. They reminded me so much of Ottavio, but I dismissed the thought. Ottavio’s voice carried a layered Italian accent, lined with something else I couldn’t quite place.
