(For those who have read Chapter 1 before I made a slight change, I just wanted to let you guys know, that I made Chapter 1 into present time instead of 2 months ago!)
Marco
Fuck! Massimo's sister is gorgeous.
Holy hell!
Her sensual lips, golden brown eyes, and her brown hair. I want to kiss her lips, and find out if it's as soft as it looks. I want to look into her eyes, and see straight to her soul. I want to run my fingers through her hair.
I could tell I affected her in the same way I affect women. But there was something different about her. There was a hint of surprise. As if she didn't expect me to really look the way I do. But the. Of course, I had to ruin it by opening my mouth and pointing out that her mouth was hanging open. Ridiculing her in the process. I'm glad I did though, because if I didn't, I wouldn't have seen the lioness out of her.
Il mio gatta selvatico. My wildcat.
Mio gattina. My little cat.
My?
I shook my head. She is not yours Marco. I scold myself.
The woman has spunk - and a hell of an aim and strength. My foot still fucking hurts stinging from the stomp she gave me from earlier. Thanks to her, I am now sporting an awkward limp.
"What the hell happened to you man? Why the hell are you limping?" Jason asked.
I saw Ellie smirk. I narrowed my eyes at her.
Jason followed my gaze and burst out laughing. "Oh men. This is fucking awesome. First it was Massimo getting sacked on the face, now you?"
I glared at him.
"Wait till I tell everyone about this. The great Marco Castellanos, was stomped on the foot by a tiny woman. Not just any woman, but his best friend's sister," he said while laughing.
"Shut the hell up, asshole!"
He ignored me and continued laughing.
"Where have these two women been? I haven't had a good laugh like this, in like... Ever! But damn, man. No wonder Massimo won't introduce us to his sister. She's fucking hot," he said.
I cringed. No one should be looking at Ellie that way. The sudden feeling of possessiveness surprised me. I sound like a jealous boyfriend.
Hell she's my best friend's sister. My best friend who is lying on a hospital bed, unconscious. I shouldn't be thinking about his sister that way.
I glared at Jason. "Don't talk about her like that. Massimo will have your ass when he hears about your remark," I said.
"Hey man, I'm just saying. Besides, I think she's already taken," he said, smirking at me. "I wouldn't want to step on your turf."
"I don't know what the hell you're talking about," I denied vehemently. The lie tasting bitter in my mouth.
"Uhuh," he said in a tone that tells me that he is not convinced. "Another one bites the dust," he started singing. "Another one bites the dust."
I cringed. "You sound like a bag of drowning cats," I laughed.
Seriously he does.
"Asshole!"
I laughed. "Stick to your strengths, Henderson. Singing is not one of them."
"Like you're any better," he retorted.
"See... This is why I'm the smarter one out of the two of us. I know my strengths and I stick to them. I don't sing, because I can't, so I don't," I said.
"You call that smart. Dude, that's the stupidest explanation you could ever give. 'I don't sing, because I can't, so I don't' I would have believed you if that didn't sound so dumb!"
I gave him an exasperating sigh. "Why am I even talking to you?"
"Whatever."
"If you two are quite done with your stupid childish bickering, would any of you mind helping me get some coffee for all of us?" Ellie asked.
God she's so beautiful.
Jason laughed. "Don't look at me, I'm the stupid one. I don't even know what coffee is. But I do know when I see a beautiful lady," Jason remarked as he wiggled his eyebrows.
"God, it pains me to say this, but he's right. You're not very bright. That's the lamest line, I have ever heard," Ellie said, causing me to laugh.
"Oh my beauty, you wound me," Jason retorted.
Ellie laughed lightly. "I think, you'll recover, pretty boy," she said.
Jason laughed and winked at her.
I scowled at the two of them.
Pretty boy?
Oh hell no. Jason gets a laugh, a smile, and a friendly banter, and I get a freaking scowl, glare, and a stomp on the foot?
Jealousy cursed through me.
I grabbed her hand, and dragged her with me, to get that damn coffee.
"Let's go," I said gruffly.
"Hey, you jerk! Let go of me!" She demanded. I ignored her and continued walking.
"Marco! Let go of me. How dare you grab and drag me like this with you!" She hissed.
"Gattina, stop struggling and just walk with me," I said.
"Walk with you? Walk with you? Are you crazy? What makes you think I want to walk with you? And what's with you and the pet names. Seriously, stop it!" She growled. "Damn it. I shouldn't have asked either of you. Better yet, I should have just asked Jason. He's much nicer and I'd rather..." I didn't let her continue. I grabbed her and kissed her.
She started hitting me with her hands trying to push me away, but I tightened my hold on her and kissed her hard. A few moments later, she stopped struggling and melted into me.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer.
When we pulled apart we were both panting.
"Ellie..." I whispered huskily.
"Why did you do that?" She asked in a daze.
I shrugged. "I don't know. It seemed like a good idea. It shut you up didn't it?"
She huffed and stomped, as she glared at me furiously. "You stupid arrogant asshole!" She said, before she stomped on my foot, and walked away.
"Fuck! Son of a bitch," I cursed as quietly as I could, knowing we were inside the hospital... In a fucking hallway.
Fuck that hurts! She just had to stomp on the same foot.
Oh fuck. I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow.
What the hell did I say anyways? I was just being honest.
But damn her, and her soft lips.
Oh hell. Her lips were just like what I imagined. And the way she felt in my arms... She felt amazing.
She tastes amazing.
Oh fuck! I groaned.
I'm in a Big. Fucking. Trouble.
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