Chapter 11 11
Bridget
Adriano has been ignoring me for the past few days. I just clean everything he orders, and he is out of sight all the time.
I feel hurt deep down that he doesn’t want to talk to me. But in reality, he is my boss, and I shouldn’t feel anything for him. He can ignore me whenever he wants because I am the one who owes him twenty-five million dollars. I should be grateful instead of feeling shattered and unwanted.
Every move I make, I still feel a sharp pain in my ass. Does he care? No. And that irritates me more than I want to admit.
Two days ago, he took me to New York for a meeting with Antonio Manchini. I met Stelyna Salvatore there. She was Mr. Manchini’s guest, and we kind of became friends. We stayed the night at their place because it was pouring vigorously outside. Later, they decided to play truth or dare, the steamy version. I was dared to present my bare breasts to Adriano. No one was watching me…
I saw the lust in Adriano’s eyes. The way he watched me was like a lion watching a gazelle, slow and hungry. But when we returned to Vegas, he did not say a word. He continued ignoring me like nothing ever happened.
I am on my way to clean his office at the club. It is five in the afternoon. I walk inside, and the bouncers let me in. I see they are still preparing for the club to open at seven, I think. I take the stairs and head upstairs to Adriano’s office. A bodyguard stands outside and lets me go in.
I open the door, and I spot a girl kneeling in front of Adriano. My heart skips a beat. Fuck. She is sucking him.
“Get out!” Adriano growls, and I shut the door closed.
I stand outside the door for a minute, frozen, then I head downstairs. My eyes brim with tears. Motherfucker Casanova.
Did he use me last time?
I bump into someone. “I’m sorry,” I whisper and keep walking.
“Bridget.” A familiar voice stops me.
I turn back. It’s Rafaelle. He half-smiles at me.
“Oh, hi,” I smile back weakly as he steps closer.
“Done cleaning?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No.” I force a smile.
He nods. “A drink?” he offers.
I nod. I badly need a drink right now. I follow Rafaelle to the bar, and he walks to the other side.
“What do you want?” he asks teasingly. “I’m your bartender.”
“A prosecco gin,” I grin at him.
“Fine, ma’am,” he says while preparing my drink. “Why does your face look so dull?” he asks.
“Nothing,” I shake my head with a fake smile.
“Okay, don’t tell me if you don’t trust me,” he winks. He slides the glass to me, and I take it. He makes himself a glass of whiskey.
“I do trust you, but really, it’s nothing,” I say simply and sip my drink.
“Okay, fine. So you still haven’t stopped by my suite to have a drink yet,” he says.
I roll my eyes. “I’ll stop by when I have time.”
“Your boss won’t spare you time,” he teases.
The girl comes down the stairs while tying her hair into a ponytail. She glances at me, then looks away. I lean closer to the bar and whisper to Rafaelle, “Who is she?”
“Daniela. The waitress,” he replies. “And damn, she’s good in bed.”
I roll my eyes at his words and chuckle. I motion toward my breasts. “Are hers real?” I laugh.
Rafaelle’s gaze drops to my chest before meeting my eyes. “Doesn’t look real,” he says sarcastically.
“Does she do it for free?” I ask.
“Nothing is free in Vegas, darling,” Rafaelle blurts, then drinks his whiskey.
I snort. Of course, she must be doing it for a stack of money.
“All set?” a familiar voice interrupts us. Adriano.
“Yes, everything’s good,” Rafaelle replies.
Adriano doesn’t look at me. He keeps talking to his cousin like I’m invisible. I don’t know why he is ignoring me. I finish my drink and place the empty glass on the bar.
“I’m going to clean,” I tell Rafaelle before turning away and heading for the stairs.
I am done cleaning the place. I check the time. It is seven. I head to the washroom in Adriano’s office and change from my black uniform dress into a red mini dress with a deep V-neck, tied behind the neck and completely backless. I tuck the uniform into my bag and leave my white sneakers on. I remove the hair clip, and my hair falls freely.
Someone walks into the washroom. Before I see his face, I smell the familiar perfume. Adriano.
He looks me up and down. I feel nervous. His eyes pierce into me, and I catch a glint of jealousy before he even speaks.
“Where are you going?” he snaps coldly.
I don’t respond. I put everything into my handbag and move toward the door. His muscular arm blocks my way.
“I am talking to you,” he grits out.
“I have done all my work, and I am free now, so it’s none of your business,” I reply calmly.
He doesn’t move his arm. “This is my club, my washroom, and my full-time maid. Tell me,” he says in a coarse voice.
“Clubbing,” I shrug.
He snorts. “Not in this dress.” The possessiveness in his tone is unmistakable.
“Why?” I challenge him. “What’s wrong with this dress?” I know he’s jealous, and it makes me ridiculously happy.
“It’s too revealing.”
I giggle. “Just like the dresses your favorite whores wear.”
His jaw tightens, knuckles whitening as anger flares. “Yes, but you shouldn’t go clubbing dressed like this,” he snaps.
“Who are you to judge? Just my boss.”
He removes his arm and lets me pass. I step out of the washroom and pull out my phone. I can’t go clubbing alone. I dial Rafaelle.
“Yes, Bridget,” he answers.
“Are you still at the club?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he replies, and I hear moaning.
“Are you having intercourse?” I ask, scrunching my nose.
He chuckles. “Yes.”
“Okay, I’ll talk to you later.”
“What were you saying?” he asks before I can hang up, and damn, the moans are intense. Rafaelle groans loudly.
“I need company… or maybe you can introduce me to some friends,” I say.
“Give me ten minutes,” he replies as the girl screams. I shake my head, grinning.
“Okay, bye.” I hang up. Just like his cousin.
“Still here, sugarplums?” Adriano’s voice makes me jump.
“I’m leaving,” I say and head for the door. I rush downstairs before he can stop me or ask me a hundred questions. He ignored me for days, and I can ignore him too.
My heart aches as I leave his office. I have been played by a man who owns control over my life, my debt, and maybe even my body.