Page 36 of In Love with the Devil

“Is it because I’m poor and Latina and you’re white and obviously from a higher class? You think I want your money?”

“What?” He appears to be genuinely shocked at my words, his eyebrows scrunching up. “No. Of course not. I’m not upper class, anyway.”

“But youarewhite and have a nice career that probably pays well.”

“Astoria, I’m supposed to be your doctor. I’m a decade older than you. And my behavior today confirms… I’m a sick bastard. I should’ve never put you through this. But you drive me insane."

“Did you ever stop to consider that maybe I want and need an older, sick bastard?”

His eyebrows rise and his eyes widen.

I'm standing outside, holding the door, lower my face to meet his gaze and tip my chin to him when I say, "You've just lost a patient.” I slam the door shut and walk away with rage rushing through my veins.

Chapter fourteen

Romeo

Astoria

Days Later

Tonight we’re going dancing, but not to the same club where I saw Dr. Michaelson. Fernando wants to treat the both of us to a new, fancier, more exclusive place. Ever since I nearly had a breakdown, Mindy has been trying to pair me with everyone and I promised her I’d try to be more open. Because of that bold promise, Mindy forces me to put on one of her short black dresses, despite my tits almost bursting out of it and shrinking the length by at least two inches. I feel so uncomfortable and naked.

The new club has several floors and rooms to it, each with a different theme and music. Every time we enter a new room, my eyes widen at the decor. Of course, I stay in the jam-packedSpanish music room. I’m determined to forget everything, loosen up, and finally have fun again. After two tequila shots, my hips are extra loose and ready to move. Fernando and Mindy end up dancing on one side of the floor while the guys don’t let me even have five seconds to breathe in between songs. I’m so lost in the dancing that I don’t notice the hours passing. A slow song finally comes on.

“Thank God,” I chuckle.

The guy dancing with me has olive skin, and black hair and eyes. He’s very attractive, dressed all in black, and the music definitely helps me like what I’m seeing and being held by.

“What did you say?” he attempts to yell above the music.

“I said thank God a slow song came on,” I chuckle again, and he smiles at me.

“You’re cute,” he compliments with a sexy smile.

“Oh, really?”

“Yeah. What’s your name?”

“Astoria. What’s yours?”

“Romeo.”

The giggle bursts out of me. “Are you serious?”

He nods and smiles at how I’m laughing because I’m very drunk.

“Nice to meet you, Romeo. I’m sorry. The alcohol is making me extra silly.”

“It’s okay. I like it.” He gathers me closer into his arms, and I wrap my arms around the back of his neck.

I can feel his hard dick up against me and look up at him. He kisses me. It’s a gentle kiss, something I haven’t had in too long, maybe never. He breaks it, leaving me open-mouthed while he stares down at me like he wants to consume me. I close my mouth and a whimper comes out of me. A memory of Julian when I unmasked him flashes through my mind and I wince with my eyes shut tight, trying to push it away.

“You okay?”

His gaze, full of concern, is like a balm to all the emotional scars I’ve collected on mywhoringjourney. I nod then place my cheek against his shoulder while we slow dance. It’s one of those songs that stabs my heart, one that makes me wish I already had someone who would love me, keep me safe, and tell me it’s okay to be fucked up. He grabs my ass and I moan. That would be a cringe moment with any other guy, but not with him, not right now. I’m melting for this guy even though I don’t know him, but all is fair when you’re horny and dancing to Spanish music. I mean… every Latina has had a weak moment like this. Statistics would warn me that the probability of him being a jerk are high. I’m dying to be held, to be touched, and his gentleness is not helping me be a good girl at all.

When the song ends, I scan the room for Mindy and find her smiling at us. A guy approaches me for the next song, but Romeo takes my hand and says, “No. She's with me.”

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