Its been two weeks since I asked dad to join the business. According to him the mafia isnt 'safe' for females.
I've been up since 3 am. I've been on the balcony for 3 hours. Just looking at the view. Absorbing the peace and tranquil nature radiated. I heard my bedroom door open and someone walked up to me. Saint. I recognised his scent. "Saint. The fuck do you want now?" I asked without looking at him.
"How'd you know its me?" He asked amused while standing next to me.
"Your cologne." I said looking into his wild grey eyes. His eyes always seem to mesmerize me. I get lost in them.
"You have beautiful eyes Kenya." He softly said looking into my hazel brown orbs. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I couldnt digest the compliment that came from him.
I turned away and muttered a small 'thank you'. Saint turned my head to face him , holding my chin up with his index finger.
He looked into my eyes , then my lips. Then back to my eyes and said "Fuck it." He leaned forward and kissed me. I froze for a second and followed his lead. Our lips moved in sync. Like he were the missing piece to a puzzle. He pulled away looking into my eyes once more. My lips felt swollen. His touch sent sparks through my body.
Then I just realised. That was my first kiss.At 18.
And it wasn't bad. Maybe I dont hate him as much as I want to.
"I came up here to say happy birthday. Then I ended up kissing you." He said while tucking a lock behind my ear.
"Thanks." I said awkwardly. I made a move to go inside but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to him with so much force that I could feel his heart beat against my chest.
His gaze was intense. "You wanna break my arm?" I asked him,breaking the silence. He just laughed. The sound was so hypnotizing, I'd make it my ringtone. I smiled and shook my head. I used my arm- that was free- to hold him by his neck and pull him to me so I could kiss him. And I did. Miss Girl? When did I get so brave? Not brave exactly but still.
He pulled back interrupting my thoughts. He looked at me. Pushed me to the wall and said "Fuck." He kissed me again. More fiercely, aggresive- but gentle. Just how I liked it. My toes were starting to hurt from standing on them. As if he could hear my thoughts he patted the back of my thighs as a signal -to jump. I jumped and he held onto my thighs as I wrapped them around his torso.
He walked us into my room and softly placed me on the bed. He was hovering over me. Still kissing me. The make-out session was getting heated so was the area between my legs. I dont know where these emotions came from but they just bombarded me and im okay with that. Okay with the fact that Im making out with a gorgeous criminal,on my bed,on my birthday.
We were interrupted by a knock on my door and my dad's voice "Saint, I said wish her happy birthday not make out with her." What the fuck? I immediately sat up and fixed my clothes. I walked passed the mirror and saw how pink my face was. I opened the door revealing my dad on the other side.
"Good morning to you too Pablo" i said while letting him in. "Happy birthday sweetheart. I got you a gift but you need to come with me." Dad said. We left the room with Saint trailing behind us. "Saint can you just blindfold her? Or I dont know. Cover her eyes." he instructed Saint.
What is this gift even?
