𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | [𝟏𝟖+]

𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

I'm an asshole.

I know, I know.

But I can't fucking help it. The feelings she makes me feel when I'm around her... it's fucking weird. And I hate it.

I hate her.

And it's completely immature and childish... I know that. But I've only known her for a few weeks yet she makes me want to tell her everything. I want to learn everything about her. I don't understand the feelings she pulls out of me.

But regardless of that, I felt bad. Like really fucking bad. But then again, I hate her.

Because she hates me.

But after a little of sitting there, I followed her. Not to really apologize, but to tell her that she can go to the warehouse whenever she wants.

That's a form of apology right?

I walk up the stairs and towards our room. The guards surrounding it look over at me and shake their heads. Automatically knowing what I'm about to ask. I truly don't know where else she would be, but I start to walk around upstairs. Passing by each room and listening to see if she's in there. Once I reach Vinny's room, I hear her laughing.

"What do you want?" his voice muffles through the door. I walk closer to it so I can hear a little better.

"Your brother's a dick. I like you a whole lot more than him so I came here to release some tension," she says. I feel as my heart drops to my stomach. Trying not to assume anything, I wait to hear what Vinny says.

"I mean if you give me a moment to brush my teeth and get myself together, I'll be down," he says and I can hear the ego boost filled in his voice.

It takes everything out of me not to walk in and kill the both of them. I should kill them. I want to fucking kill them.

But all I do is walk away. I go into my bathroom and begin washing my face, getting the stupid soap in my eyes, and brush my teeth. After that I get into the shower and I wash my body. As soon as I start washing my hair, I hear my door open.

"Get the fuck out," I demand as I wash the conditioner out of my hair. I don't hear anything but a scoff. Once the shit is out of my hair, I open my eyes to find Stella sitting on the toilet. I then realize that the shower is glass and she can see me completely naked.

"You couldn't have picked any other bathroom in this house?" I ask.

"No I could've, but making you smell my shit while you shower brings me so much amusement," she says with a smile slapped on her face.