He pushed me towards the door and then closed it. When I heard a door click, locking it, my heart started racing. The boys rush over, pressing their ears against the door. Leaning in, I did the same hearing some faded shouts then ending with a loud burst of waterworks.
I knock on the door. "Is everyone okay? Clark, you are still alive right?" I shout, but there's no response, merely a heightening of high-pitched cries and a muffled voice somehow filled with anger despite the calmness.
"Fudge, Anthony sounds pissed," Francesco mumbled. Lately, Lily and I have been lecturing all the guys to not use unfit words around the boys, because we don't want them to grow up throwing those slangs around as if it's normal.
After some time, all noises evaporate. "Do you think Clark is dead?" Pietro questions and my eyes widen. When he saw my reaction, he shook his head. "No, I meant if. Fuck," he said and slapped his hand over his mouth.
"No apple pie for you!" I said, and the door cracks open, revealing Anthony and a red-eyed Clark dangling on his leg.
"Say it."
"I'm a man. Real men shed tears, and it's okay. What is not okay is you calling me names," he shouts, clenching his tiny trembling fists. He stomps towards Francesco and punches his nuts.
Covering my mouth, I attempt not to break into a peal of roaring laughter when he cups his nuts and falls on the ground. Clark turns towards Pietro who takes a step back placing both hands on his jewels. "I need these for tonight," he said, sprinting down the hall.
Clark puffs his scrawny chest and stomps back into his room. Kevin shrugged, "Guess hide and seek is over," he said walking back to his room.
My eyes move towards Anthony, who's gone. Peeking inside the room, I notice how he starts working again. I walk towards him, slamming a single hand on top of the piece of paper he's reading. "What in the world did you tell Clark?"
He removes my hand. "A simple man-to-man talk." I sigh, hanging my head down low. Looking back up, Anthony messes up my hair. "Did you not ask for me to be more of a role model?" he tilts his head so it can feature in front of me. "Did I not do well?"
I bit my lower lip, and his eyes dropped. Steadily, he leans in closer until his breath catches mine. "Come sit on your sugar daddy's lap."
I couldn't help but smile, "I think I got a better idea."
"Hmm? Elaborate for me."
"Instead of elaborating...why don't I demonstrate?"
Anthony falls back into the leather chair, a single elbow on the armrest as he rests his chin against the open palm. "Oh?"
I'm not quite sure where I suddenly gained courage. Maybe, it's the days spent apart, or perhaps; it's the lack of affection we generally display due to the evil mother-in-law. However, I miss Anthony like crazy.
Jumping on the desk, I crawl on all fours. The pens dropped onto the ground as the paper began crumping. Anthony sat there in complete amusement. Once I reach him, a few millimeters away, I crawl onto his lap. Wrapping my arms around his neck, my waist rolled on his. Anthony swallowed and a mischievous smile appeared on his tanned face. Closening our distance, my lip scraped against him but I didn't give him a chance to kiss me. Tilting my head, I ran my tongue up his neck. I can hear a minor groan from him.
Instantly, I jumped off his lap, but he didn't give me a chance to run as he pinned me down on top of the desk. "You're playing with fire, mio cuore," his head tilts down. I moan feeling his hand sliding up my inner thigh. "Now, be prepared to get burned."
