When good meets really, really, really bad.
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Daniel Harper is down on his luck as he struggles to pay for his sophomore year at NYU. Desperate times lead him to sell drugs for some time. When that proves to not be enough, his only option is to...
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DANIEL HARPER
The terrifying but sexy man was approaching me. My breathing picked up as his dark eyes watched me. I stood up from my seat and tried to hide my shaking legs.
When I stood up, his hazel eyes began scanning my entire body. His eyes came full of excitement and a small smirk came on his lips.
After an eternity of walking, Lucien Vittori stood in front of me.
"You're the Daniel Harper I've been expecting." His deep voice said. My legs shook even harder. I had to bend my knees a bit to get them under control. He saw this and smiled at how he was making me.
"I-I am. You're Lucien Vittori?" I shakily asked. He nodded slowly, his eyes never leaving my eyes.
"Let's sit, shall we?" He said. I nodded yes and sat myself in my seat quickly.
I was going to scoot in my seat but I felt his hard body behind my chair and started to push my seat in. His hands touched my shoulder a bit. Once my seat was in, his fingers rubbed on my shoulder and lingered for a few quiet moments.
He exhaled a bit and then went around to his seat. He sat down and placed a napkin on his lap. He watched me like a prey watching its next meal.
He held his hand up and Marco the waiter came over too quickly. "Bring me my wine, Marco. You know which one I like." He spoke in a deigned voice. Lucien turned to me and pointed at me, making me flinch. "Do you want some wine, Danny Boy?" He asked. That nickname sent a shiver down my spine. It felt condescending but at the same time, very affectionate and caring.
"I don't drink." I softly said to him. He scoffed to himself and dismissed the waiter.
Both of us sat here with no words exchanged. His eyes watched me slowly, observing my every move. He was reading me and turning me into an open book.
"Are you scared of me?" He asked.
"Um..." I shakily said.
"It's understandable if you are. In this room right now are over a dozen men who will kill you if I decide to with the snap of a finger." He held up his right hand and signaled as if he was going to snap his fingers. "As long as you respect me, I'll respect you. Understand?" He said.
I nodded and muttered 'Mhm'. He smiled when I responded to him.
Marco came with Lucien's wine and left the bottle at the table. "I'll be back with your menus." He said. He left and returned with two menus.
"Excuse me?" I said before Marco left. He turned back quickly. "Which options are peanut free? I have an allergy." I said. The guy's eyes widened.
"Go get him a peanut free menu right fucking now!" Lucien snapped at Marco. Marco quickly took my menu and ran and came back with a different menu.
