Dirty Little Secret - Not Edited

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Myla Mendez

A very awkward, very uncomfortable ride home was not what I was expecting.

Okay yes it was. It was exactly what I was expecting actually.

Seeing as Enzo had just said I told him I loved him whilst drunk, I threw water over him, I ran away from him, he smashed a window...oh then he told me he loved me, totally sober.

Hmm. Can anyone else feel the awkwardness radiating from the car?

Don't mind me just going to throw myself out the cracked window.

No one dared to ask why a window was smashed, I think they all knew it was Enzo considering his cut and bruise hand. The worst part is, is even with all those cuts and bruises his hands still turned me on. Since when do hands tune me on!?

Luna and Luca sat beside each other facing onto Angelina and Matteo who sat beside Enzo who faced on to me. To say the tension could be cut with a knife, isn't a strong enough statement.

Once we got home, I hoped out the car and moved through the garage to the front doors. I never stopped to make sure everyone else was getting out or whatever, I needed away from him, I needed time to think without him being there. Not to mention I needed to pack if I was going to finally see my parents.

I keep forgetting about them, I keep forgetting that they really are alive, and that they are waiting for me and that Enzo lied to me.

As soon as I got up stairs I ran the shower and began changing. I showered only a few hours ago, but at least this way I had time to process what had just happened. I told Enzo I loved him when I was drunk. And he told me he loved me when he was completely sober. Like what do you even do with that?

'Really you love me? Okay come on lets go get married, have a bunch of kids and fuck for the rest of our lives?'

I held onto the counter top and began peeling my dress off my body, leaving me in my black lace underwear. I tied my hair up in a clip and placed on a silk black dressing gown while I went to get some fresh clothing. As I walked into my closet I heard heavy footsteps in my bedroom.

"Myla?" Enzo's voice sounded from my bedroom. I peaked my head out the closet and he was stood at the bottom of the bed facing me. "We n-" I shook my head and moved back into the closet.

"I can't talk right now Enzo, I'm going for a shower, and then I need to pack. You should do the same." I said firmly picking out a white tank top and some khacky green cargo pants. I picked out a matching set of white lace bra and panties along with white air max 270's Nike trainers. Just in case I need to run away from Enzo - why? Because I'm afraid of commitment.

"Didn't I just tell you that you never listen to me?" He said walking into the closet. I sat my clothes on the island and turned to him. "No, you told me you loved me." There was a deadly, awkward, I want to die silence between us before he spoke. "I mean what I said Myla." My breathing picked up and my nerves rose to the surface.

"You don't mean what you said. Just like I don't mean what I said." He snorted and walked in closer. I rounded the island and walked out the door to the bathroom. Before I could close it he jammed his hand and leg to stop me.

"Bullshit! You meant it and you know you did. Just like I meant it Myla. I love you, I always have and I hate that I do." I dropped my head and sighed. "STOP ENZO!" I yelled. "Just stop." I faced the mirror and then to the running shower.

"This can never work. This can never happen. Okay? So whatever we MIGHT feel for each other needs to get pushed away." I argued stressing the word might. He walked in to the bathroom closer to me. "Why? What's so wrong with..." he stopped staring at me.

"Your afraid?" He spoke softer, in a questioning tone. I shook my head rapidly. "Absolutely not!" I puffed. "You are. Your afraid of what could happen if you admit that you love me." I snorted and turned to him. "No Enzo! I'm not afraid, the truth is I hate you, I despise you." I said with an evil patronising smile. But that didn't last long. Might as well let out my anger on him right now.

"You have lied to me! **hit** You've hurt me! **hit** You made me think that my parents where dead! **hit** and for what? **hit** what **hit** did **hit** you **hit**" but before I could finish my attack his lips crashed to mine in an earth shattering kiss, whilst he caught my slim wrists in his hand pinning them together in the middle of my chest.

The anger, rage, frustration, brutality and all the other emotions where poured into the kiss. And each one of them faught for dominance. He slowly let go of my hands, the pain from his tight grip still apparent, but I didn't particularly care in that moment.

I brought one of my hands up to his bicep and the other lay flat on his muscular chest, feeling the rising and falling of his heart beats. "Your telling me...that you don't want this?" He asked pulling away and catching his breathe.

"Shut up." I pulled him back in and wrapped both my hands round the back of his neck, and joined them together.

His hands slid down and he held on to my hips and picked me up sitting me on the counter top beside the basin. He stood in between my legs and left my mouth trailing kisses down my neck and over my tits. I moaned in appreciation, before he moved to my silk robe and untied it slipping it off my body leaving me in my black lace bra and panties.

"These need to go baby." He said unclipping my bra and tossing it over his shoulder, then ripping my panties off. "Enzo!" I yelled. "They're expensive!" He grabbed ahold of my waist and nibbled my ear. "I'll buy you a thousand more." I pulled his face back to mine and fought for dominance in the kiss. Fuck, even in the midst of a make out he still manages to piss me off.

I ripped open his shirt and discarded it to the ground causing all the buttons to fall out. "That an expensive shirt." He raised his brow at me. "Now you know how it feels, baby." I winked, before I pulled him back into me and began to fumble with his belt.

He trailed more violent kisses down my neck, definitely leaving his mark. I slid his trousers down and then his boxers revealing his long hard length, easily eight inch of pure delight. My eyes widened once it registered with me that he was going to be inside me any second.

I took a moment to admire his body, tattoo's trailed from his neck down, his toned stomach, ripped, muscular arms, and legs. His gorgeous Italian skin, dark blue eyes that change when they look at me. They go from being so warm yet so fierce, to being powerful and dominant. And his...well. I can promise you that without him even being inside me I can conclude this is the best orgasm I have ever had.

"Holy shit Enzo, I don't think you'll fit." I said staring down at his shaft. He let out a dark chuckle and rubbed my waist. "You'll manage." He picked me up and I wrapped my legs round his waist.

"What are you doing?" I asked as he walked over to the running shower. "You said you needed a shower, didn't you?" I rolled my eyes and bit my lip containing my smile. "Don't do that, I won't be able to control myself." He said gesturing with his head to my lip. I giggled and nuzzled into his neck returning the neck kisses.

You can be really pissed off with someone and still want to have sex with them right?

He held me against the shower wall, "No going back now Myla." I nodded and pressed my lips against his until the door to the bathroom pushed open.

"MYLA YOUR PA- AGHHHHHHHHH" Shit on top of shit on top of shit.