CHAPTER 18
Nirah
“WHAT DO YOU mean he’s been gone for five days?” Silvia snapped, entering the house.
“On business,” I corrected her, and we made our way up to my bedroom with loads of shopping bags. Silvia decided that today would be a great day to drag me to the mall. Her answer to all our problems was retail therapy. I couldn’t agree more.
“Yeah right,” she scoffed, falling down onto my bed. “You don’t fuck someone, go on a little business trip by yourself and not call or text.”
I dropped my bags beside my bed, plopping onto the single sofa in my room. My head turned toward her and I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. “Apparently he does.”
“That’s what you get for sleeping with the devil,” she shook her head at me in disappointment.
“He’s not the devil, Silvia,” I groaned and she chuckled.
“Does the devil know how to fuck?” she teased as she got up. “Does he know how to touch a woman?” she whispered and slowly walked over to where I was sitting. “Does he make you scream his name and worship him?” she questioned with a ridiculous smirk.
I threw my pillow at her but she simply hit it away and continued walking towards me in a very creepy manner. “Cut it out!”
“Did he make you do some weird, bloody ritual?” she asked, stopping in front of me. “Did he suck your soul out!” she yelled and started tickling me.
“Silvia!” I reprimanded as my laughter filled the room but she made no effort to stop.
She imitated a deep, spine chilling voice.
“Nirah, you’re so sexy. Let me fuck you, Nirah!
” she groaned, continuously tickling me.
“I wanna make you scream,” she lowered her voice and I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Stop!” I laughed, jumping up. “You’re sick,” I shook my head at her, trying to catch my breath.
“You’re getting fucked by the devil,” she grinned while shrugging her shoulders and fell onto the chair I was sitting on. “But, on a serious note; I’m going to kick his ass,” she nodded and I sighed.
I shrugged my shoulders in defeat. “Let it go.”
She seemed reluctant, but thankfully changed the subject. “Well, let’s have some fun then,” she jumped up. “Let’s go for a swim!” she excitedly clapped her hands together. “You can even invite Jordan,” she wiggled her shoulders as she walked up to me.
“Now?” I asked looking outside my window. “And no, I’m not inviting anyone. Including Jordan. I doubt he even wants to see me,” I said, making her put her hands on her hips.
“Come on,” she whined throwing back her head. “It’s only after five. A late afternoon swim, if you will,” she winked and I pressed my lips into a thin line. “Plus, we all know Jordan can’t stay mad at you to save his life.”
“Fine,” I nodded. “We’ll swim, but I won’t be inviting Jordan.”
“Perfect!” she cheered. Silvia and I got changed into our bikini’s—I borrowed her one of mine—and headed to the indoor pool. She immediately jumped in without hesitation. “Get in here. The water feels so good,” she shrieked as she floated.
I jumped in after her and the two of us enjoyed the water together. After some time we got hungry and I hopped out.
“Miss Nirah?” a male voice said and I turned my head.
A tall brunette with gray eyes. Dressed in a black suit with long legs. He had a clean face and I noticed the one piercing in his left ear. A black cross dangled from it.
“Logan Morales,” he extended his hand towards me. “I’m part of Mr. De Luca’s safety team,” he introduced himself.
“Oh, it’s nice to meet you, Logan,” I shook his hand. “Anything I can help you with?” I asked, walking into the house and he followed me.
“Mr. De Luca asked me to fill in for Cesar for the time being,” he said as I opened the fridge and my body froze.
“Where’s Cesar?” I narrowed my eyes in suspicion.
“He has other business to attend to.”
I pressed on the matter. “Yeah? Like what?”
Logan brushed over my question. “I only wanted to introduce myself. I need to have a word with a few guards, but please, don’t hesitate to call me if you need me,” he said and with that, he walked off. Huh… weird.
After hours in the pool, we got out and headed back up to my room. Silvia spoke while I ate up almost all of the quesadillas I had made for the two of us. “You should really get a pole in here,” she suggested and my hand stopped halfway to my mouth.
“That’s not a bad idea,” I smiled. “I will.”
“I’ll help,” she instantly offered. “And I’ll also be the first one to see you perform on it.”
We conversed for hours on end until she finally decided to head home.
“And you’re sure you don’t want to spend the night?” I pleaded, holding onto her arm.
She sucked air through her teeth. “I really don’t want to hear how the devil fucks you,” she shook her head and I sighed, rolling my eyes.
“I sometimes forget why I like you,” I humorously said and she laughed.
After she left, I closed the door behind her and took a deep breath in, slowly exhaling. I headed to the kitchen and poured myself some water.
Business, he said. I had no idea where he was. Was he even in the city? The country? The fucking continent—he better start praying if he left the damn continent without telling me.
I finally headed upstairs but got stopped by Bianca. “What are you doing?” she crossed her arms over her chest.
“Going to my bedroom?”
“Don’t play dumb with me,” she shot back. “You’re using him. You don’t love him—not like I do, so why are you still here?” she seethed, and I felt pity and sadness wash over me. She has feelings for Antonio. Right.
“Bianca…” I trailed off.
“Don’t. Don’t give me some sad ass lecture, and don’t feel sorry for me, because I don’t need your pity looks,” she shook her head. Maybe the nice approach won’t work this time.
“The relationship between Antonio and I is exactly that. Between Antonio and I,” I tried reasoning with her but she only scoffed in response. “I don’t need to explain what happens between us to you.”
“You’re gonna hurt him.”
“Bianca—”
“And when you do, I’ll be right there to make sure I ruin you,” she confidently assured me. “I promise you, you’ll never be happy again,” she assured me.
“Get out of my house, Bianca.”
I subconsciously jolted as I turned around to find Antonio staring at her with his arms crossed over his chest.
Bianca’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head as her and I stared at Antonio. “But I—”
The muscle in his jaw ticked as he walked closer. “ Now .”
With fearful eyes and a trembling chin, she lowered her head and rushed downstairs. He shifted his eyes to me and I swallowed hard—not knowing what to say to him.
“I’m gonna go to bed,” I stepped aside, rushing through my words, but he stepped in front of me—stopping me. I avoided eye contact, for obvious reasons.
“Something is bothering you,” he pointed out. “What is it?”
Of course he notices when something’s bothering me. He fucking should since he’s the one that made something bother you. Not now, little voice in my head. Oh. Sorry .
“I’m just tired. Goodnight Antonio,” I said, taking another step but he matched my step.
“Try again,” he sternly said and I sighed. He doesn’t give up, does he?
I stayed quiet as I fiddled with the thread on my shorts and he lifted my chin with his hand. “Answer me, Nirah.”
“I just think you’re an insufferable piece of shit” I sighed crossing my arms over my chest and he dropped both of his arms to his sides. “And cruel… and annoying… and selfish… and—would you like me to go on, because believe me, the list is never-ending,” I humorously said.
“And when did you come to this conclusion? Before or after you fucked this insufferable piece of shit.”
“I have horrible taste in men, my history can confirm.”
“Insulting me isn’t going to get you anywhere,” he stepped closer and when his scent drifted into my nose, it was as though all my senses went haywire. Not now, ovaries.
“Yeah, but it is going to get you mad, and that’s all I need,” I shrugged my shoulders.
“You want to see me mad, tesoro ?” he asked, slowly stepping towards me and I backed up.
“Would you like that? Seeing me get mad? Showing that I care ?” he almost taunted, backing me up against the wall.
“You won’t get that,” he lowered his voice, staring down at me and I fist both my hands at my sides.
“You’re a fucking ass!” I irritably said, planting my hands on his chest as I shoved him back. “And you know what? I really couldn’t give a shit if you cared or not, because God knows you only care about yourself.”
“Call me that one more time…” he paused, trapping me between him and the wall by placing his hands flat on either side of my head. “And you won’t be able to sit on yours for days.”
“Is that a threat?” I asked, holding his intense stare.
“Yes,” he reassured me, his lips inches away from mine.
“Bite me,” I leaned in to whisper up against his lips and he grabbed the back of my thighs, throwing me onto his shoulder.
I yelped, grabbing his shirt to steady myself as he walked. Smack .
He headed straight for his bedroom and my jaw dropped. I was appalled. Did he just smack my ass!
“Antonio. Put me down!” I groaned, hitting his back with my fists. Smack .
“And stop hitting my ass,” I seethed through my teeth.
He pushed open his bedroom door and locked it, walking over to his bed. He dropped me and I bounced on his bed before he grabbed my ankles, yanking me toward him. He grabbed my face in both of his hands and smashed his lips onto mine. Oh God, I missed his lips—no! Focus, Nirah.
I tried pushing him back but he grabbed my wrists, pinning them down on either side of my head. His tongue slid into my mouth and he positioned his knee—perfectly between my thighs —and applied slight pressure. I softly groaned before pushing his shoulders back.
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m frustrated right now and can’t even look at you,” I turned my head to the side, staring at his window. “I also can’t even kiss you.”
“Baby, I’ll fuck the frustration right out of you,” he whispered against my neck and a tingling sensation rushed throughout my body.