Chapitre 27: Chapter 8 - Giovanni (2)

For the next few days, Malia dances in the club when it's empty early in the morning. I don't talk to her about it and she hasn't told me either. I'm giving her a chance to come to me on her own accord.

I shouldn't be letting her use my space. Though, it's not like I'm hiding secrets in the club—even though I really am. There's a huge volt under my desk with stacks of cash that can finance a small country. But she would never know about that. We have private meetings held at the club, but we're always careful and it would never be during the times she'd use it for her practice. And I trust Benny enough to not fuck it up if ever that happens.

For days, I've been experiencing the "Last Song Syndrome". The music she danced to when I saw her that day plays in my head over and over, and not only that, I imagine her dancing to it too, so fluid, sweaty, and sexy. It's so fucking annoying.