The one where Andy isn’t the type of man you can deny, even if what he wants is for you to become his mistress.
Andy Barber is a feared mobster and your best friend’s husband. There were more than enough reasons never to look at him twice. But when he lets you know that he wants you, there’s little you can do to stop the terrible trainwreck you know it’s coming your way.
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Looking around your best friend’s living room, you patted yourself on the back for all the help you had given her in preparation for this evening. It would be her and her husband’s third anniversary and although you didn’t exactly understand why this was something that she wanted to celebrate with a heck of a lot of people, you could appreciate all the care she put in the event nonetheless.
It was the same care she put into every single event she had organized since she got married to Andy. It was funny to think back on the girl you knew from college - how different she was from the socialite who was now mingling with other trophy wives. You were pretty sure her younger self would be unforgiving of the personality she had assumed after the wedding, but you weren’t so shallow.
You could understand the need to fit in, the pressure she was under from having married so quickly, to someone from such a high status. Andy Barber was well-known throughout all of Boston, of course - but perhaps his status would be best described as infamous. He was feared by many, yet known by few, and even being his wife’s best friend didn’t grant you much personal interaction with him at all.
In fact, excluding the ceremony, you probably had seen him three times, all of them in his and Erica’s celebrations of their union. You were pretty sure the reason she had thrown herself into this hobby of organizing these sorts of events was precisely to fill the empty place where her husband should be every night, but perhaps that’s life when you agree to marry one of America’s greatest mobsters.
You were still unsure how that even happened, anyway. Although, you couldn’t help but envy her somewhat. Marrying straight out of college to a man of his power meant she didn’t have student loans to worry about, while you were left to count every dime to keep a roof over your head.
Sometimes you wondered if life had really treated her so well as to make her completely blind to your struggles. Of course, you knew you could have asked her for money anytime - you were pretty sure she’d give you some, perhaps even without asking for it back (lord knows she didn’t need it) but it was just too humiliating.
Besides, her husband intimidated you. In the few times you had to brush shoulders with him, his unwavering stare and undeniably good looks had you weak in the knees, and you didn’t find it all that weird when you looked over the other side of the room to find her resting against him. Anyone needed some sort of support when they were around that man.
Still, the scene felt a little bit out of the ordinary, and it took you some time to realize that in all the time they’d been together, you had never once seen him give her a loving caress - not even at their wedding celebration. But if she was happy, who were you to worry about what was very clearly a picture-perfect life?
The sound of your phone beeping tore you out of your thoughts. Looking down, you realized you’d gotten a message from the guy you’d been talking to for the last few days.
I think we’ve established there’s something here.
You bit your lip, pondering over the steamy messages you’d been exchanging. When you signed up on this app to sell some raunchy pictures for a few dollars, you didn’t expect to attract so much attention as to have someone offering you to pay you some pretty big bucks to keep your images sent exclusively to him.
You also didn’t expect him to be so intriguing.
You’re right.
There definitely is.
It didn’t take much longer for him to type back.
So why don’t you send me something nice to seal our deal, baby?
Glancing up, you scanned the room to check if anyone had noticed you standing in a corner, subtly clenching your thighs to alleviate some of the tension you were feeling. Surely, no one would notice if you slipped to the bathroom to send him a thank you gift for the few hundred dollars he’d already sent you. Even Andy was distracted, texting on his phone - probably making some more than sketchy business deals.
Give me 5
You knew dinner was still far from being served when you slipped back into the room - or tried to, at least, because just as you turned the corner in the hallway to get back to the main room, you bumped into what seemed like a wall of flesh.
“Easy, there.” You knew that voice. Your head instinctively snapped up to meet deep brown eyes that looked down at you with amusement written all over them. Andy, you realized, not entirely sure why the proximity had your brain completely scrambled. You wanted to associate it with fear, but the way you shivered lit up some warning signs in the back of your mind.
So you quickly tried to push yourself away, wanting him to know it was an accident. Of course, you knew Andy wasn’t someone to lose his temper that easily, but being in the enemies list of a known mobster wasn’t amongst your goals in life.
“I’m sorry, Mr. Barber,” you made sure to say, but he just chuckled and kept his hands on your hips, his thumbs rubbing them. Lingering.
“It’s alright, Y/N.” You never had the courage to address him by his first name, but he never once referred to you as anything else, and you couldn’t help but think the sound of it falling from his lips was just lovely.
Also, what the hell was this cologne he was wearing and why did he smell so fucking good? It made your mouth water and the alarms in the back of your had rose in volume, making you cringe.
You felt his stare burning you before he even said it.
“It seems like you’re allergic to bras, huh?”
You knew your nipples were showing, the room was too cold and with his proximity, you couldn’t help but feel a certain tension in the air, even if it was one-sided. But why would he point that out? Was he toying with you?
You felt like a prey under his stare, kept hostage by his hands, but just as the thought settled, he let you go.
“Pay more attention to where you’re going, hm?” And then he left in the direction you had been in, not even looking back your way while you just stood there, trying to get your heart under control.
What the hell was wrong with you? You really needed to stop before this got any weirder.
And yet, as you got back into mingling with people who couldn’t care less about you, you couldn’t help but think that Andy seemed exactly like the type of man who could hurt you and still have you begging for more.
