Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72973 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Good things will come to me.
I choose to let go of the bad and invite only positive things into my life.
Nodding at myself, I suck in a deep breath before I begin to move. All the stress and worried thoughts fade to the background, and my body takes over.
My heart beats faster and faster, and my breaths speed up as the song's tempo grows. I spin and shoot across the floor, and at times, it feels like I’m flying.
For a blessed moment, I feel free from the constraints of my life.
As Sia’s voice cracks on the high notes, I come to a stop and with my eyes closed, I listen as the song ends.
I take deep breaths of air and slowly lift my lashes.
My playlist skips to the next song, and as I’m Not Afraid by Tommee Profitt and Wondra begins to play, my eyes lock on a man.
My chest heaves from all the exercise, and my hands fist at my sides as the shock of seeing the most attractive man I’ve ever crossed paths with stuns me.
He’s leaning with his shoulder against the doorjamb, and even though I don’t know much about luxury brands, I’m willing to bet the fifty-dollar tip I got today that the suit he’s wearing costs more than I make in a year.
His light brown hair is tousled, which is in total contrast with his expensive clothes, and his brown eyes have a gleam to them I can’t quite place. He’s taller than the average guy and looks well-built.
As my eyes lock on his face again, I find myself staring once more. There’s just something about him that draws me in.
The corner of his mouth lifts while he tilts his head slightly.
The man seems amused by my reaction to him.
Knowing I shouldn’t be in the studio, I quickly come to my senses and walk to where I left my phone. I stop the playlist and disconnect my phone before walking to the door, where the man is still leaning against the doorjamb.
When I stop a few steps away from him, I ask, “Can you move so I can pass?”
Instead of doing as I ask, he says, “I was under the impression the place closes at nine.”
“Ah…yeah.” My tongue darts out to wet my lips. “I was just finishing up.”
I’m caught off guard when he holds his hand out to me. “I’m Dario.”
Not wanting to be rude, I place my hand in his. There’s an instant spark up my arm that ricochets through my body like a lightning bolt.
Damn, this man is all kinds of fine.
As we shake, he says, “Dario La Rosa.”
Holleeeeey shit.
The shock hits me square in the chest, and my eyes widen while I quickly rip my hand from his grip.
La Rosa. As in the owner. My bosses’ bosses’ boss.
I let out a nervous burst of laughter, which is something I always do when I find myself in deep shit.
I begin to squeeze past him so I can make a quick escape while saying, “Gotta run. I have somewhere to be.”
At work, cleaning your company.
I’m hit with a whiff of his intoxicating cologne and wouldn’t mind another hit, but too scared I’ll be caught slacking on the job, I hurry down the hallway.
“You didn’t tell me your name,” he calls out while chuckling.
“I know,” I reply before disappearing around a corner.
Scared he’ll come after me, I break out into a run and don’t stop until I reach the lockers. I quickly change back into my jeans and t-shirt before dragging on the dark blue cobbler apron. Tying my hair in a ponytail, I put on a company cap.
I wait another ten minutes, and hopeful that Mr. La Rosa has left, I push my cart into the hallway and get back to work.
That was way too close. I’ll have to be more careful because if Mr. La Rosa catches me dancing on the job, he’ll probably fire me, and I can’t afford to lose the income.
Chapter 2
Dario
(3 months later…)
Life has been so fucking busy the past few months I’ve lost track of time.
I’ve been helping Renzo with some shit and neglected my own businesses.
Renzo’s one of the five heads of the Cosa Nostra, and over the past few months, we’ve grown closer. My friend kidnapped the best chef in the Northern Hemisphere, and somehow, Skylar fell in love with him.
Lucky bastard.
I’m not going to lie. When he first brought her to his place, I had feelings for the woman, but when I saw them fall in love, I let that shit go, and now I view her the same as the other wives.
Christ. Out of the five of us, only Damiano and I haven’t bitten the bullet. Angelo and Franco are fathers and happily married, and I’ll bet every last dime to my name Renzo will have a ring on Skylar’s finger before the end of the year.