Naughty Sext: The FlirtChat Series

Naughty Sext: Chapter 8

Bianca

Two Sheets was quiet, which was the good thing about working the early shift. It was always calm this time of day, never stressful like the night shift.

Erika said I was crazy, that there was nothing better than the night and seeing the craziness that went on, that it made work entertaining and the time fly by. I had to admit, she did get tipped a lot more than I did… but then again, she was a lot friendlier than me. I gave each customer their drink or snack and moved on. Erika not only to served them but entertained them at the same time, all while managing somehow to never accumulate a line.

I was daydreaming, thinking about Alessandro and wondering why I struggled to focus on a particular topic for my paper.

“Maybe he’s right. I’m an imposter,” I mumbled to myself. When I looked up, I saw the last man I wanted to see in my life burst into Two Sheets.

“We need to talk, now,” Alessandro barked at me.

Then he turned to James, the manager, and said, “Can we use your office for a few minutes?”

James shrugged, signaling he didn’t care. I wished someone would ask what I wanted.

“Right, get moving,” Alessandro said, gesturing to the office.

I shook my head. “No. I have nothing to say to you. We said all we had to say this morning, and as far as I’m concerned, if I never see you again in my life, it’ll be too soon.”

He put both of his hands on the bar and growled, loud enough for everyone to hear, “Give back the money you stole from my dad.”

He didn’t need to say any more, and he knew it. The few people who were in the bar had turned in our direction as if we were on one of the TV screens.

“Let’s go to the back.”

“Good idea,” he agreed.

I moved slowly, trying to figure out what could have happened between this morning and now. Before I left the safety of the area behind the bar, I pulled out my phone and dialed Dad’s number.

Straight to voicemail.

Shit.

When I got to James’s office, Alessandro was already waiting, sitting in James’s chair. He was so f*****g obnoxious, I knew I’d only be able to stand being in the same room as him for a few minutes. Any more than that was too much.

“Shut the door behind you.”

I sat down as if I’d been called to the principal’s office, accused of doing something I knew nothing about.

“You need to give back the 50k my dad gave you for tuition. If you haven’t got money for tuition, then you should leave. Or get another job.”

“What?!”

I didn’t have fifty thousand dollars, and I didn’t need help with tuition.

“What the hell are you talking about? Uncle Floyd pays my tuition. I haven’t taken fifty thousand dollars from your dad. Not now, not ever.”

I turned to leave, but he was a lot quicker than me, because he stood in front of me and blocked the door.

“Liar,” he spat out.

I shook my head. “You don’t know me. You don’t know anything about me, even if you think you do. So know that if I say that I do not have your dad’s money, then it’s the truth!”

It was then he grabbed me, pulled me close to him, and kissed me. I opened my mouth, allowing him to suck on my tongue as he kissed me deep and long, his tongue a sword battling against mine. I could feel his c**k growing and pressing against me as he held me tighter. I found myself getting wet, and I should have been telling him to stop, but all that was coming out were soft moans.

“You alright in there?” James was thumping against the door.

It was as if he woke us up from our s****l dream. Both our faces were red as he dropped me like a jilted lover and opened the door to leave without saying a word.

James’s eyes darted from Alessandro to me. “You ok?”

I nodded my head. I was wet—for sure my panties were soaked—so I headed to the bathroom. Not only to dry my panties, but to stop my heart from beating out of control. I’d never been kissed so passionately, and my thoughts diverted to what Erika said earlier.

I didn’t think it was possible, but she was right. Alessandro was into me.

* * *

Before today, I’d been kissed by two boys. Ben, my ex, and Tom, who kissed me during homecoming. He’d only asked me to go with him because I was nearly the last girl in class who hadn’t been asked. Then he confessed to having a thing for my neighbor. I still didn’t understand why he kissed me, but I knew one thing for sure—I wasn’t going to prom with him.

Ben, well, he was my first official boyfriend, and he treated me like some kind of s*x machine. His kisses only occurred when we were in his room or mine, meaning he wanted to take things to the next level. Looking back, I should have been the one to dump him, not the other way around.

“I’m off for the night, James,” I shouted above the crowd.

“Thanks for staying late.”

I nodded my head. Erika had decided to go out with Hank and his friends, so I had nothing else to do. I mean, I did need to call Nan and Uncle Floyd, but I was procrastinating.

Things had gotten so out of hand in the space of twenty-four hours. I didn’t know if Uncle Floyd had the funds to pay back the Russos, but if he didn’t, then I already decided I would just quit college so I could pay them back. I hated the idea of owing them money, and I knew they would make my life a living hell until they got it back.

I still had my books in my bag, so I decided I would grab something to eat and then head to the library. For sure, I was the most boring senior at Yale. I didn’t have any friends, no love interests, and I was about to spend my Saturday night in the library.

The Russos being after me for money was probably the most exciting thing that had happened to me since I’d been here. Except for the kiss.

In the meanwhile, I’d keep trying Dad. He’d pick up eventually, or he’d call me back. Then again, I hadn’t heard from him in five years, so most likely it would be another five years until I heard from him again.