Post by Dakota Jennings on Jun 28, 2019 7:40:35 GMT -5
The Crying Game: A Dakota Jennings one shot.
She’d had a little time to process the situation that had unfolded before her, where it became shockingly apparent that her boyfriend wasn’t exactly legit. However, she’d barely had time to even speak to him about and in all honesty, she felt like a fool. Why hadn’t she spotted it before?
Opening the fridge in her home, she took out a beer, not quite the expensive Macallan whiskey that Cross had bought her as some sort of sweetener, but it did the trick and there was no doubt that this bottle would be the first of many that evening.
How long had she been with him now? Since August 2017? That was ridiculous, all of the quick exits into his office, then the involvement of that Sal guy, she’d thought it was all about the running of that hotel, The Sands. It was about the running of something alright and none of it was legal, that much she now assumed.
Taking a big sip of the bottle, she took out her cellphone, phoning Cross. Letting it ring six times, she pressed the disconnect button and went back to her comfort beer.
She’d never been one to let too many people pull the wool over her eyes, but it was fair to say that Cross Recoba didn’t so much had a woolen scarf, he had a whole closet of fucking sweatshirts and she’d hid under every one of them, completely oblivious to everything around her, even completely disregarding Vannah White’s opinion, dismissing it as bullshit and jealousy. Hell, the time she had split up with him was some stupid effort to further her own career, to step out of the large shadow of Cross Recoba.
Except, then, she’d had no idea of his reach, how large his shadow indeed loomed and of course, she found herself thinking about him all the time, even when in the throes with Andrew, she saw Cross’ face looking down at her as she made inhuman noises. So much for getting out of his shadow and proving she was her own woman with her own career. From day one, August 2017, she was Cross Recoba’s girl, pure and simple.
Three hours later and she was on her fifth bottle, no longer caring that it was 3pm in the afternoon. She had no prior arrangements and well fuck it, she was gonna get sloshed and cry her eyes out at her predicament. She was the gangster’s moll and it disgusted her, but at the same time, it enthralled her, after all, he could have had any woman he wanted, but he chose her. Heck, he’d even been with a beauty, Kelsey Spencer and what hadn’t worked out for them was now working for her in a big way. What did it really matter that he was into the occasional money laundering or possible drug dealing?
The thought of that disgusted Dakota so much that she actually threw up down the front of her top, the smell of vomit and beer causing her to heave again, another batch spilling down her top as she ran to the bathroom, ejecting another load down her front, turning the shower faucet on as quick as she could as she stripped out of her clothing and stepped under the comforting jets of her shower, then, as she pulled her top under the jets before throwing it to the floor in disgust, she fell to the floor as fresh sobs began to flow.
She’d had a little time to process the situation that had unfolded before her, where it became shockingly apparent that her boyfriend wasn’t exactly legit. However, she’d barely had time to even speak to him about and in all honesty, she felt like a fool. Why hadn’t she spotted it before?
Opening the fridge in her home, she took out a beer, not quite the expensive Macallan whiskey that Cross had bought her as some sort of sweetener, but it did the trick and there was no doubt that this bottle would be the first of many that evening.
How long had she been with him now? Since August 2017? That was ridiculous, all of the quick exits into his office, then the involvement of that Sal guy, she’d thought it was all about the running of that hotel, The Sands. It was about the running of something alright and none of it was legal, that much she now assumed.
Taking a big sip of the bottle, she took out her cellphone, phoning Cross. Letting it ring six times, she pressed the disconnect button and went back to her comfort beer.
She’d never been one to let too many people pull the wool over her eyes, but it was fair to say that Cross Recoba didn’t so much had a woolen scarf, he had a whole closet of fucking sweatshirts and she’d hid under every one of them, completely oblivious to everything around her, even completely disregarding Vannah White’s opinion, dismissing it as bullshit and jealousy. Hell, the time she had split up with him was some stupid effort to further her own career, to step out of the large shadow of Cross Recoba.
Except, then, she’d had no idea of his reach, how large his shadow indeed loomed and of course, she found herself thinking about him all the time, even when in the throes with Andrew, she saw Cross’ face looking down at her as she made inhuman noises. So much for getting out of his shadow and proving she was her own woman with her own career. From day one, August 2017, she was Cross Recoba’s girl, pure and simple.
Three hours later and she was on her fifth bottle, no longer caring that it was 3pm in the afternoon. She had no prior arrangements and well fuck it, she was gonna get sloshed and cry her eyes out at her predicament. She was the gangster’s moll and it disgusted her, but at the same time, it enthralled her, after all, he could have had any woman he wanted, but he chose her. Heck, he’d even been with a beauty, Kelsey Spencer and what hadn’t worked out for them was now working for her in a big way. What did it really matter that he was into the occasional money laundering or possible drug dealing?
The thought of that disgusted Dakota so much that she actually threw up down the front of her top, the smell of vomit and beer causing her to heave again, another batch spilling down her top as she ran to the bathroom, ejecting another load down her front, turning the shower faucet on as quick as she could as she stripped out of her clothing and stepped under the comforting jets of her shower, then, as she pulled her top under the jets before throwing it to the floor in disgust, she fell to the floor as fresh sobs began to flow.