The city's best hitman and a precious little flower meet at Le papillon blue, New York's most notorious strip club. An angel on his shoulder that hes going to drag down to hell with him, what could go wrong?
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I stood there, watching her. I was...
I stood there, watching her. I was entranced; a lucid dream maybe.
My blood seemed to heat every time she moved her body around that pole. I was stuck in some sort of lustful trance, unable to look anywhere but her, I didn't want to look anywhere but her.
Every single move around that pole, every curve of her body, her waist, her hips, her neck; all seemed to provoke me, pull me deeper and deeper into that rabbit hole that I found myself not wanting to escape from.
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I was watching her, I was seeing proof that she could go through hell and still be an Angel.
After everything she had been through. Everything I did to her, everything that boyfriend of hers did to her - she was still up on stage, smiling, having fun and dancing.
And I couldn't stop watching her.
Seeing her with that smile on her face, genuinely looking like she was enjoying herself made that fucking weird feeling I got whenever I was around her grow stronger.
I hated how forgiving she was of me. I didn't deserve that and I knew it. But that's all she knew, forgive, forgive, forgive. That's what that piece of shit taught her, nothing was ever his fault, and if he did something wrong then she had to forgive him.
I didn't understand what it was that I felt when I was around her. But it was stronger than anything I had felt before.
I had felt attracted to someone before, women's faces, their voices and their bodies. But I only really had one goal in mind when it came to other women. I'd use them and they'd use me, both for the same purpose.
But Daisy -or Diana- I didn't want to use her, she deserved so much more than that. She deserved to be appreciated, told she's beautiful, made to feel worth something.
She trusted me.
I didn't know why but she did.
She let me touch her, she let me make her feel good and I knew that was something that she needed a lot of trust for.
The hesitation a few nights ago, the look on her face was something that would forever be burned into me. She was scared of me seeing her, she didn't want me to but they way she looked at me told me that she was preparing herself for me to do it anyway, even when she didn't say yes.
And she trusted me on the balcony, and then again a few nights ago.
I hadn't planned to go out in that balcony, I would admit it was kinda creepy, but I heard her leave the bedroom, and I followed her. Only to sit on the couch and watch her on the balcony, just sitting there in my shirt, staring out to the city. I watched her for an hour before I went out.
