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Little Do You Know

Song: Little do you know by Alex and Sierra

I let the hot water pour over me. God it feels so amazing. When I get out I dry off and throw on a robe. I comb my hair out and put it up in a messy bun and then glace at the nice bruise along my cheek line. I fight back the tears that want to come out. There is a light knock on the door and he is on the other side.

"Babe it's ready."

"Ok be right out."

I hear him walk away and I stand there looking into the mirror. I exahale slowly oil wly before opening up the door. I walk to the table and sit down and he has a nice meal fixed. He also has the candles lit and a few flowers in a vase. Looks like a make up meal from the fight we had. He fixes me a glass of sprite and sits down.

When he looks up at me I glance up and try to smile. "Thanks for cooking."

"No problem."

I see the look in his face when he sees the bruise. I didn't bother covering it up. He stands up and walks over to me then gets down on his knees. He buries his head in my lap, while he takes my hands into his. "I'm sorry, baby I am so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you. God please forgive me, it will never happen again."

I don't know what to tell him as I hold back the tears. Seeing him like that last night was frightening. I was so scared not knowing what he was going to do. Not to mention the past I have had with Mr. Harper and Anthony and now here he is crying in my lap like a little boy and that only makes me hurt more.

He looks up at me and touches my cheek. "I'm sorry, please forgive me. I will do anything and I mean anything. You tell me what it is you want and I will do it."

I fight back the tears. "You scared me. I can't live this way and I won't."

"I know, I'm so fucking sorry."

"Raine, you just don't get it. I can't do this. You can't just get mad at me and hit me and act like it was nothing. You hurt me." I try to pull away from him but he refuses to let go of me.

"I will go back to therapy. I will take my meds...I..."

"Wait...you are not on your meds. Ehat the hell? You have to take them every day Raine."

"I know...I just missed a few days. I thought I was better without them. I thought everything was going good. I don't know what came over me. Come on babe what do you want from me?"

I shake my head in disbelief. "I just want you. I want us to be happy. Look you want to hang out with the guys, I'm ok with that but do it at their house. I have to sleep. I have to work. I have..."

"Ok...whatever you want just please don't ever shut me out like that again."

"Then don't ever touch me the way you did."

He leans in to kiss my hands and then works his way up to my lips. He kisses my cheek as if that is going to make it all better. He lets me finish eating and then carries me to the bedroom. His hands undress me and then he undresses himself and then he climbs in bed beside me.

So make up sex is alright but I would rather not argue to get it. I want us to be alright. I want us to be like before but now I have a feeling that it will happen again I just don't know when.

Weeks have passed since that first time he hit me. The bruises faded and are now gone without a trace. Raine switched to a third shift position at work. The good thing is I can sleep at night while he is at work. The bad thing is we rarely see each other so there really is not a time to be together except for the weekends. We try to spend quality time together and yes spend as much time as possible in bed on the weekends, if I'm not working that is.

It's another Friday night and I have to work as usual. The hostess, Stella comes over to me with a huge smile on her face. "The table in the back corner requested for you."

"Requested for me...really." I look at her in confusion because I have never been requested before. I walk towards the back and no sooner than I get all the way up to the table, I see him looking at the menu. I don't know why he does because he always gets the same thing. When I get up to the table I greet the group of men. "Good evening, I am Katana. I will be your waitress for the night. Can I get you gentlemen something to drink?"

He looks up and smiles at me. "Well, Katana how are you doing tonight?"

For some readin my voice catches in the back of my throat. "I'm...I'm...doing alright I guess; can't complain." I take a quick breath. "So what can I get you to drink?"

"We would like to have a bottle of the Cabernet."

"Can I get you anything else for now?"

"No that will be it; let the guys here debate on what they are having."

I smile and walk away to get there glasses and the bottle of wine. When I get to the back I ask Harold the owner. "You know the guy in the back corner; he is always here with different people, who is he?"

He doesn't even bother looking. "Mr. Moretti...Vincent Moretti, he owns a lot of businesses downtown including some of the expensive Italian restaurants and clubs. He is well known. Why...please don't tell me you messed up his order," he looks up panicked.

"No, it's just he requested for me to wait on him. I was just wondering who he was."

"My sweet little Ana, don't get mixed up with him. He is a charmer that's for sure put he is so not what you want in a guy."

I laugh, "I have a guy already thank you. I was just asking who he was that's all." I can feel myself blushing.

I walk back out towards his table and he glances up to look at me with a warm smile. I hand them each a glass and then proceed to open the bottle. He holds his hand out for the bottle. "I got it, don't want you hurting yourself there. No need in giving yourself a black eye or anything." So he remembers the bruise, nice of all things he remembers that.

I watch him open the bottle like it is nothing and pours the guys a glass. I walk away to wait on others.

"Hey can you get the table at B7?" Ask Stella.

"Sure why not." I look up at her with a fake smile. It's not like there are not several other people here that could take the table. I make my way over to the table and it's no other than Raine and his so called friends. I put on my smile. "Well...this is a surprise. What are you doing here?"

"We were hungry and I never get to see you, so here I am."

"Well...then...what can I get you?" I try to sound happy.

"I want a beer and what do you guys want?" He looks at his friends to wait on them. They all order a beer. I walk off to get four glasses of beer. When I get back they all order burgers...of all things, because it is the cheapest thing on the menu. This time when I walk off he taps me on the ass. I shrug him off and don't say anything. I make my rounds to make sure everyone is well taken care of.

When the guys are almost done eating and of course three beers later, Raine is getting more touchy. Each time I stop by he has been trying to find a way to touch me, this time he runs his hand up the outer part of my leg.

I brush him off. "I'm working; what are you trying to do get me fired."

"No...babe...I just miss you," he slurs just a little.

"I miss you too but please stop alright." I look around the room to see if anyone else is looking at us, but no one is paying any attention. I head back to the kitchen and he comes up behind me.

"Come this way." He walks with me down the small hallways towards the restrooms.

"What are you doing Raine, I'm working."

"Shhh...." He holds up his finger. We stop at the end of the hallway and he has me against the wall. His hand is in my hair and pulling me into him until his lips find mine and I let him kiss me.I lick my lips when he pulls away.

"Raine...can we please finish this at home."

"But I want you now."

I glance down the hallway hoping no one is looking. "I can't, not here. Seriously babe, I want you too but not here. I can't afford to get fired." He is kissing me between words.

I hear a low growl and when I look up its Mr. Moretti; he is making his way to the restroom. I have never seen this man go to the restroom while here. Makes me wonder if he is just checking in on me. He looks at me with a concerned look but then looks at Raine with a glare in his eye as if he is ready to knock the shit out of him.

"See. Now stop, all it takes is for someone to say something and I will be fired. Now go home. I will be there in a few hours." I push him away from me.

"I will be waiting." He leans in to kiss me again and then walks back out towards his friends. I walk back to the kitchen. I have to compose myself before going back out. I walk over to his table and avoid making eye contact with him.

"Can I get you gentlemen anything else?"

"No, just the check please," he says with a calm tone but for some reason it also has a disappointmenting sound to it like he is upset. I hand him the check and his hand touches mine softly as I start to walk off. He grabs my wrist and then lets go no sooner than he did, as I turn around to look at him.

"Yes, is there something else you need?"

"No here, keep the change." He places bills in my hand along with the ticket. I don't bother looking at how much he gives me. As I am making my way back to the kitchen, I see Raine leaving with his friends. I wonder if he saw the interaction between me and Mr. Moretti. Not that it meant anything but I know how he gets when guys look at me.

When I get to the back I open up my trembling hand to find two one hundred dollar bills in my hand. I look back at the ticket and it's only a little over eighty dollars. He can't be serious. There is no way he meant to give me over a hundred dollar tip, no way. I walk back over to the table and give him his change.

"Was something wrong?"

"Yes. I think you miss calculated sir or your bills were stuck together. Either way here is your change."

He smirks and looks at his friends and back up to me. "I don't make mistakes."

"Yeah well we aren't all perfect now are we?" I don't bother waiting on what he has to say and I don't take the money back.

However when they leave and I go by to pick up the plates and there in the middle of the table is the crisp one hundred dollar bill looking at me. I shake my head and put it in my pocket. This guy can't be serious.

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