Fall For A Mafia

The beginning

6 WEEKS AGO

I did not want to be here. Going to parties and being in one was always a struggle for me.

Growing up, I had always been an extrovert. I always liked to be outside, to be amongst friends and have fun.

Ever since my teenage days, anytime I went outside, I was always called “fat”, “too big”, or was told to reduce on my eating.

That forced me to become an introvert, always stayed indoors in my company.

The lights in this building were extremely bright, which was weird for a club. I could not sight Dora anywhere, but knowing her, she must have left me again to f**k an unknown guy in the toilet stall.

People were actively making out, smoking many drugs, coke, weed, and I think I saw someone taking a Molly pill.

I struggled to walk through sweaty bodies on the dance floor. The club was extremely huge, with two floors. People filled the down floor, while the upper floor was for those that did not want to be down here.

Now I did not know which floor Dora was on.

“f**k, move out of the way, fat b***h,”

“Oh sorry,” I replied to whoever with a scroll on my face.

Being called fat did not phase me anymore. I would be lying if I said it did not hurt, but not to the point of tears like it normally would. My weight had nothing to do with the way I ate or my love for sleep. It was a genetic thing. Every woman in my family was bigger than their age. We shopped in different clothing stores than normal sized women because it was difficult to find our sizes in normal boutiques.

“Hey” I heard a voice behind me.

“Oh, hey....” I did not know exactly who I was talking to. It was a girl in my age gap, with brown skin and rings all over her face, with markings all over her skin.

She was pretty, and she seemed friendly.

“Can you please follow me to the loo? I think I need help adjust my dress,” she asked meekly.

Still in shock, “yeah sure. “

She moved in front of me with confidence. People seem to know her around here.

Getting into the ladies, it was just like any other toilet stall.

“Sorry for the inconvenience, I’m usually not this clumsy, just had a lot to drink, that’s all,” she said

“Oh, it’s fine. Not an inconvenience at all,” I answered.

She wore a red velvet dress that dropped low on her chest and even lower on her back. Despite her tattoos perfectly complementing the material draping her body, the dress looked rumpled on one side because it caught the zipper. I could finally fix it and she was all ready to go.

“Thanks so much sweet thing, I’m Zeeba,” she responded, pulling her right hand to me.

“Oh, I’m Tina, or Christina, but my friends call me Tina. You can call me anyone, though.” I rambled on, internally biting my tongue.

“Oh, you’re cute. I’ll call you sweet thing then,” she replied, smiling.

“So I’ll meet you out there?”

“Yeah, sure, just a second,” I answered as she stepped out.

Finally, taking a deep breath, I tried to fix my dress. A maroon cotton dress draped to my feet with a long slit on the side, making my left thigh bare. It had a wide neckline, almost spiling my boobs out. It was a battle between me and Dora before I finally agreed to wear this dress. I loved it because my curves were showing. If there was anything I loved about my body, it was the wide hips, round heavy bum and slim waist I had effortlessly..

I really need to get out of here. I left my phone at home because the battery was really down and nobody would call me, anyway. There was no way I could reach Dora right now.

I took a deep breath and fixed what I needed to fix to leave the toilet.

I opened the door and almost ran into someone. It looked like a man from his shoes.

I raised my head to apologize and asked what a guy was doing standing outside the women's toilet when lightning literally hit me.

I can not breathe.

Where am I?

Standing before me was the most hands down handsome man I had ever seen in all my 25 years of living. He was beautiful. Tall with a bit of muscles, at least from what I could make out through the shirt he was wearing, he had a nose ring and wore earrings on both ears, his hair was weaved on top of his head, and his eyes, God his eyes! They were shaped to perfection, full of lashes and brows, with blue eye balls. He reeked of mint and cigarettes?

Fuck! He had said nothing, and I was already imagining stupid things.

Get yourself together, Tina.

“Take a picture, would last longer,”

Okay, now I’m dead.

“Oh .... Err.. sorry, I’m .... Well. Yeah. What are you doing? This is a women’s toilet,”

Great Tina, finally made a fool of yourself in front of this Greek god.

He smirked, shamelessly raking his eyes over my body. I suddenly felt tiny under his gaze, trying to cover my body that was bare.

“You are a cute thing aren’t you” he had an accent, I could not quite place it yet. Just his voice was doing things to me, things I did not like, but of course my poor v****a was loving.

“Hi. I’m Aaron,” he spoke, pulling his hands to me. I could not take my eyes off his lips. He had a gum in his mouth, which made his breath scent of strawberries making me dizzy.

He moved his gaze down to our bodies, and I wondered was he was looking at.

Oh, his hand.

“Oh, I’m.... I’m Christina, but my friends call me Tina, “I replied meekly, stretching my hands to his. The jolt of electricity that passed me was something I could not explain. He refused to release my hands. I did not think I wanted him to either. His hands were so big wrapped around my smaller ones. I could not help but imagine them being someplace else.

God, I’m whipped.

He finally released me, and I did not know when I took in a large amount of breath. I finally summoned the courage to remove my eyes from his, trying to look at anywhere else but his eyes.

“So err. What were you doing standing outside the women’s?..”

“I was waiting for someone, waited for quite some time and I had to enter to see what was taking her too long,” he responded, more like in a whisper. His voice was so deep and husky. I loved hearing it.

“Oh? But I was the only one here for a while, nobody came in..”

“Wait, you were waiting for me?” He could not possibly be waiting for me, right? I mean, I do not think I’m ugly or anything, but, anytime I was out with Dora or my other slim friends, boys never really looked twice at me, I was always in their shadow, that was why I stopped going out with them.

“Well, like you said, you were the only one in there for quite some time...” He answered rather smugly.

“Oh. But how did you..... I was indeed confused about why someone so beautiful would wait for me for that long. I mean, I have to be dreaming, right?

“That would be Zeeba’s doing. He replied. “I told her I needed to leave, and she requested I come and check on you".” He replied, still assessing me.

“Oh Zeeba, she’s so friendly, but sorry, get me to do what? I don’t.. I don’t get it.”

“Look, I don’t know, alright, I’m just doing what I was told,” he answered, now getting fed up with all my questions..

“Okay then. Sorry for keeping you waiting. Let’s go,” I whispered. Trying to shut the door so we could leave.

I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. The silence was not awkward, which was weird. I already felt comfortable with him, only that my v****a was screaming. I would have to sort that out myself when I get home.

“I must confess, keeping my eyes off you is proving to be an arduous task,” his voice sounded deeper than usual.

Was he trying to flirt with me?

“It’s normally easy for most guys.” Weldone Tina. He was trying to flirt and you are being depressing.

“Those guys don’t know what is right in front of them, I assure you.” We had stopped walking now, just looking at each other.

Please kiss me, please kiss me

“So, are you ready to head out? I could really use a drink right now. But I can’t since I’m driving,” he continued, completely unaware of the thoughts in my head.

“Yeah sure. I’m ready,” I answered, keeping my head down.

He moved in front of me and walking with so much confidence; he took my hands in his, trying and failing to ignore that electric feeling again. I just tried to enjoy the warmth if his hands on mine.