Page 39 of Blinded By The Sun
King
To see Ciro in action is something else. I’ve never really had the chance to watch a man of his stature do what he does. Not up close anyway. I take a deep breath as I sit by him in the VIP section while he talks to Boston and Adriano. As the music goes on, I move my body to the rhythm but I’ve never really danced freely without a stage so I wonder what it would be like to do that. Ciro’s hand is on my thigh, he’s not gripping it hard, he’s just touching me. Ciro turns to face me. “Do you want to go out on the dance floor or not?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. It seems fun,” I answer honestly.
There’s a ghost of a look that quickly appears in his eyes, but it disappears just as fast as it appeared. I say nothing for a moment, but then Ciro gives me a smile. One that even I can’t resist no matter what. He gestures with his head. “Go ahead, go dance and have fun. I can see that’s what you want to do.” Even though there’s a smile on his face, I can tell something is up. I look at the dance floor and back at Ciro who has removed his hand off my thigh.
“Ciro…” I call his name out but he simply winks at me and gestures with his chin for me to go dance.
I sigh, because I don’t know what I‘m supposed to say to someone like him. I can see that something is wrong but I’m not equipped with enough knowledge that I can do much about it. I take a deep breath in and another one out. I look towards the dance floor. I stand up, making my way there, but I realize I’m not alone. Bobby gives me a sharp nod as if to say that he’s going where I’m going. I smile at him and when I get to the middle of the dance floor.
“Don’t worry, I won’t get super close. I just know that I am supposed to be your shadow plus, I figured you’d feel bad dancing but yourself.” Bobby states.
I smile. “Thank you,” I say as I dance timidly to the music. I don’t really know this song, but it’s not bad.
“You want something to drink?” Bobby asks me.
I nod with a smile on my face. Bobby leads me towards the bar and orders me a couple of shots. I feel less uncomfortable and Bobby gives me another drink to nurse. He tells me not to drink this one fast. I smile and thank him as we head back to the dance floor. He says that we have to be where Ciro can see us so he doesn’t get his balls chopped off. I don’t even know if he’s joking or not.
I don’t know when I got tipsy but I feel amazing. This is a fresh drink and I’ve made friends with another girl. Because of her I’ve been able to dance freely and not worry about anything that’s going on. I stop dancing because now; I feel as the drinks are now hitting my system. I move closer to Bobby, “I need to pee!” I yell in his ear.
Bobby moves back, flinching at how loud that was. I laugh because it’s so funny to me. Bobby’s eyes widen and he smiles. “You laugh?” He asks.
I smile at him; I nod. “Yeah! Only when I’m happy.” I say.
“And are you happy?” Bobby asks. There’s a look on his face that I can’t decipher.
“Yes, I am thrilled.”
“Good. Now, come on, let me take you to the bathroom.”
I grab a hold of the other girl. “Bathroom?” I say to her and she nods.
We follow Bobby to where Ciro is sitting still with Boston and Adriano. All of them are sitting, talking to each other. There are a couple of girls sitting around them but the only one who seems to have any fun is Boston. A girl is sitting on his lap while another is sitting by him. She’s trying to get both his and Ciro’s attention. Adriano is just sitting back talking to one of the girls. The conversation seems lighthearted. There is another girl planted where I was sitting by Ciro. She seems to want his attention but he hasn’t taken his eyes off me from the second we made our way here.
I follow his eyes and see that he’s checking out the girl beside me. I let go of her hand as if it burned me. Not because that’s where Ciro is looking but because it feels like he’s interested in her. I’ve been taught not to get jealous when clients come in and want another woman who isn’t you. Maybe this is what it is. We’ve always been told that we’re not allowed to feel anything. We don’t have the right to fall for anyone, but I think it’s too late because I’ve definitely fallen for Ciro Sarkozy. I take a deep breath in and out as Bobby finishes telling Ciro what we’re going to do.
My heart feels like it’s been broken a thousand times, even though I shouldn’t be feeling that way. I shake it off and we follow Bobby to the bathroom. It’s a private bathroom and the girl I danced with sits on the couch while I go into one stall. “So,” she starts. “Which one of them is your man?” she asks.
“What do you mean?” I ask once I finish and leave the restroom.
“Which one of the guys or maybe it’s the one you were dancing but not dancing with? Is it new?” She asks.
“Why?”
“I’m interested in the one who looks and probably owns all the power in this place.”
“Oh. None of them are mine,” I answer honestly.
“Oooh,” she answers. “Do you mind if I go first then?”
I shrug. I wash my hands and stare at myself in the mirror. This isn’t me. I don’t get to fall in love. I’m just a simple whore. That’s my job and will forever be my job. If it isn’t Ciro, it’ll be someone else.
“You didn’t sound too believable when you answered her.” A female says as she exits another stall.
I look up at her. She’s exquisite, from her glowing skin that resembles chocolate. She looks like she dipped her entire body in a chocolate fountain. She has her hair pulled back in a ponytail and her outfit doesn’t show whether she works here.
“Have you been here the whole time?” I ask.
