Corrupted Angel -A Mafia Romance

ck to the ceiling. "I'm j

are you, it wouldn

e of weeks, but at the moment, I just ..." I

something I can only describe as mischief

ha

raction," she says. "

aises skepti

structor she is. "Yes, let's go dancing! I'll tell you the same thing I told my stu

say that to

id,

i. All the same, I thin

be good for you. Now that you've kicked Grant to the curb

e his life depended on it-CrossFit three times a week, his favorite cop drama on Tuesday nights, fish for dinner every Friday. It's ironic that

g, wasn't he?" I

zefest. A pretty face, but ve

imagine that floozy was with him because of his commendable

s. "That's

"I think on some level I always knew I was settling. I'm ju

lationship. It was something I never felt that Grant and I had. I presumed t

ith my blinders off, I realize I

t. "I think you've always been a litt

lawyer," I reply. "He just likes havin

fending the innocent, and I've been busy looking for new ways to describe canine outfits. I always wo

the bags she brought before setting them down on the coffe

I eye the bags suspiciously. "Plus, don't you thin

t of alcohol doesn't even faze me. I just want to dance with my best fr

hing about a m

. "If I don't get you out of here, you'll end up watching terri

has anticipated my eve

igh. "Let's

s out of the bags. She has brought her entire makeup kit,

this?" I ask

t of one of the bags with a flourish. "Gaze upon it

. "That's not g

stomach but flaring hips, thick thighs, and generous cleavage. I have the kind of body that looks great in p

she replies. "You can tr

e ridi

out a selection of makeup br

that I question whether I will be able to keep my head upright. Clara announces in a singsong voice that she is finished and s

hen..

My blue eyes pop under thick black false lashes, with gold and purple eyeshadow and thick black lin

ight places, with a deep V accentuating my cleavage and a frin

ent, turning my face from side to s

e mirror and bumps me out of the way while she starts on

I realize. I

ut is a good

w York City-Fiamma. Once we get inside, it is a veritable buffet of sights and sounds. Loud dance music pulses through the

nd Clara. She says it doesn't bother her, but it doesn't seem fair. I'm working with

eiling and rolling my hips. It feels good to dance. I lose myself in it, swaying and twisting and tossing my hair