Devil’s Advocate

Lachlan

I stand there in disbelief, watching Carmyn’s ass and the way her hips sway as she walks away from me after she told me to fuck off. I shake my head and laugh a little. No one’s ever told me to fuck off before and I don’t know if I like it, or if I love it. My dick strains against my zipper at her defiant demeanor. I’ve always had women drop at my feet willingly without having to do as much as lift a finger. Not her. It’s fucking…..refreshing. 

I can already tell that she’s headstrong and from our latest interaction not even 5 minutes ago she knows her worth and won’t settle for less than that. So it looks like I have a few things to do if I want to get her close, and keep her close. I begin a mental list in my head as I pull my phone out and scroll my contacts looking for a specific contact.

One: Find the perfect person to play devil’s advocate.

Two: Get her into my club so she can get a feel of the place and hopefully I can convince her to work for me.

Three: Get into Carmyn’s good graces, and stay there.

Just then, I find just the name I was looking for in my contacts and immediately press the call button. A sinister smile spreads across my face as I’ve already marked off number one on my list. “Mr. Knight, is everything ok?” He asks in that damn Jersey Italiano accent. “Nico, I need a favor.” I say as I go to my car parked on the side of the street. As I slide in behind the wheel he responds, “Anything you need boss.” And it is music to my ears.

Carmyn

5 hours later… 7:00PM

It’s been yet another uneventful day of job searching and I am feeling defeated. I just spilled to my best friend about the latest interactions I’ve had with Mr. Green Eyes and how working for him is a BIG FAT NO. “God, what a dick. A handsome dick, but nonetheless a dick.” She says and I laugh for the first time today. “That’s a lot of dicks, but you’re forgetting that he’s also a huge dick.” I tell her and we both crack up. When the laughing fits subside, Ri adds “No seriously though I’m telling you Carms, everything is going to work out, you can’t give up now. You could probably even ask Mar for your job back. The cafe really has been struggling without you. She fired the new barista on his first day because he managed to break her $10,000 espresso machine.” I groan.

“Maricella isn’t going to take me back. And to be frank, I don’t think I want to go back after her whole “It’s just business” spiel. At this rate Ri, it’s looking like 2 things. I’m either working at a fast food joint, or setting up an OnlyFans account.” I state and she chuckles. “You and I both know you are NOT getting an OF account no matter how hot you are. Not even to sell pics of your feet.” Ri says and I know she’s right. I’m just at the point of not knowing what to do, I feel so discouraged and helpless. Moving back to Cape May with ma is 100% out of the question, I’ll never survive that. Saraiah has also offered for me to move in with her but I like my solitude, and she’s also kind of a slob. (Don’t tell her I said that.) I like my solitude, and I like a well kept house to come home to every day and not having to clean anyone else’s mess but mine. “I’m willing to do almost anything if it means I can stay here, I don’t want to move back home. I just—“ I stop suddenly, because a phone call is coming through my other line. Nico? He never calls, I get a strange feeling in my gut. “Hey Ri, I’ve gotta go my cousin is calling me. We’ll talk later okay?” I rush out, “Okay babe, call me if you get that urge to create that OF account. I’ll talk you down. Love you.” She says, “Love you too.” I reply before switching over to answer Nico’s call. “Nico, hey. Is everything okay? Is ma—“ I ask softly, almost a whisper before Nico interjects. “Hey, Christ I’m sorry. Yeah auntie is fine, everything is fine. I didn’t mean to worry you. I was only calling you to let you know I was in the area doin’ a job and wanted to see if you wanted to grab a drink with your favorite cugino.” Thank. God. I can’t handle another tragedy right now. My life is a mess enough as it is. “Oh, okay. Yeah, sure I’d like that. When were you thinking?” I ask glancing at the time, it’s already 7:30pm and I’m in bed with silk pajamas, my hair tied up in a messy bun and a pint of Rocky Road ice cream. My life has obviously become a cheesy Rom-com. “The club opens at 10PM so you have between know and 9:30 to get ready. Send me your address and I’ll let you know when I get there.” He says coolly, too coolly. “The club? What club is it?” I ask, praying to God he isn’t going to say the one place I don’t want to set foot in. “It’s uh— Tana del Misteriosos, a good friend of mine owns it. Really nice place, I always pass through when I’m in town.” He replies and my stomach sinks to my ass. Fuck. I can’t turn him down or he’ll seem suspicious because I’ve never really turned him down. “Okay. Sounds great. I’ll be ready at 9:30.” I screech. There’s a brief moment of silence before Nico asks me if I’m okay. “Yeah I’m fine, I’ll see you in a bit.” I say before hanging up.

Well what do you know? I’m the lamb, prancing right into the Lion’s Den.

I’m as good as fucked.