Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

"Narco"

He was sat on a wooden chair. I could see him through the small glass window but his head was down unaware I was there. His hand were chained to the chair as well as his ankles.

"Who brought him here?" Enzo smirked. "Me" he smiled, which most might think is sick but in our world this was like getting a puppy. I looked back in and seen 4 security in there, then looked over my appearance. "What wrong?" Enzo asked.

"I'm gonna shower and change before I have any fun." I turned round walking up the stairs as Enzo followed. I walked past the living room and everyone stood up. "Hey we where just leaving, we where gonna go pick up some food." I nod. "Bring me back a smoothie!" I yelled walking up the stairs. Enzo must have went to my dads office to do some work or the gym.

I took my clothes off, leaving me in only my panties and bra. I took them off and let them fall to the floor before running the bath. I thought that it would be more safe than standing in the shower. I winced from the pain of the warm soppy water cleaning my wound.

Eventually the pain settled down a little. Thankfully I managed to shave everywhere that was necessary, I can handle a lot of things but I don't like not having shaved. I washed my body and my hair was up in a messy bun. To be honest it needed washed but I was still in to much pain. Not that I'm willing to admit it to anyone.

I drained the bath but I couldn't stand. I don't know what happened. I pushed as hard as I could and stood up only to slip back down.

"Shit!" I grabbed the towel that was placed on the rail and covered my body.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

"ENZO!!!"

I genuinely think he might have destroyed the bottom level in a race to get up stairs. He barged into the room and called on me. "Myla? Are you ok?" I sighed.

"Obviously not! That's why I called on you!" He opened the bathroom door and walked in looking me over. "Well...this is a sight." He leaned against the door frame crossing his ankles and arms over smirking. "Don't be a dick! I need you to help me." He rolled his eyes and moved closer to me. "Just give me your hand and help me out."

He reached his hand out grabbing my arm I held the towel in place with the other. I stepped out and Enzo used both his hand to keep me balanced. "Thanks." I said moving out of his touch.

We still haven't spoken about the mission, or the plane. To be honest he's probably forgot about the kiss, so I'm just gonna push it to the side. I have more import things to worry about.

He sat on the edge of the bath as I began washing my face. "Um-you can go now." I mused. "Nah, the view here is nice." I rolled my eyes and continued washing my face. "Have you spoke to Vince or my dad?" He shook his head no.

"Once I'm finished with Narco we should probably call one of them and tell them, that we have him." I put on my dressing gown and slid the towel out from under it. I then started putting on my lotions on my body and sprayed some perfume.

"Is it true?" I turned looking at him. "Is what true?" I gave him a confused look. "Did you fuck Damon?" I chuckled. "Why do you care?" He raised his brow before continuing. "I just wanted to know if it was true or not? I don't care." I smirked. "Yeah, we did." He nodded and gave a disapproving look.

"Don't do that." I scolded. "What?" He said walking out the bathroom throwing himself down on my bed. "Don't try and slut shame me!" He chuckled lying down. "I'm not slut shaming you, I just can't believe you slept with that idiot." I walked into my closet and began looking for an outfit.

"You gave me the look Enzo." I heard him get up. "What look?"

"The look that says 'you sleep around alot' it's not my fault that's all guys are dicks."

"I never gave you a look, and besides not all guys are dicks." He leaned against the door frame of the closet.

"Of course they are!" I pulled out a long sleeved black play suit with showed off my breast well and my hourglass figure. "They think they have the right to sleep about. But when a girl does it she's a slut." I walked towards him with my outfit in hand and looked over my shoes walls trying to find a pair I wanted.

"Not every guy does that!" I chuckled holding my wound. "A-are you trying to s-say that y-you don't?" I continued laughing. "I don't sleep around that much Myla." He rolled his eyes. I picked up a pair of Valentino heels and moved past him, I took out a lace black panties and bra and gave him a stern look. "Can you go so I can get changed." His features became more prominent with the light shining down on him, he walked towards me. "What if I don't want to leave?" I raised a brow at him. "What if I want to finish what we started on that plane?" My lips formed into a line.

"That was a mistake. It was a heat of the moment type of thing, and it won't happen again." I pushed his chest with as much force as I could muster. "Both of us know you want this to happen." He said moving his finger between the two of us. "Sooner or later, your gonna be begging me to fuck your tight pussy." My breathe hitched as he whispered the last part.

What I would give to have him throw me on the bed and fuck me till I can't walk. I want him. Bad. But I can't, it would just complicate things even further and plus we hate each other.

He smirked clearly noticing me lost in thought. He turned leaving my room and leaving me.

I felt my stomach flip, and I my heart pump faster. I longed for his touch on my body, to feel his length inside me.

I sat down on my bed throwing my head back.

He's gonna be the death of me.