Our love

Why Is He Here

Sex, sex, and more sex. If I had sex before meeting Emilio it definitely wouldn't amount to the quality and amount that we've had in the past week.

In closets, in showers, in stalls, our bed most of all but sometimes he even pushes me into the hidden parts of walls and touches me right there. Even though my mouth aches and my body fills with exhaustion, every time I look at him I want my mouth on him or his body pushed against mine and connecting the only warm parts of us.

Even when we're not having sex his whole purpose is set to mine. We're sitting across from each other in the cafeteria. He eye fucks me from his side while I dip my face down with a smart smile.
Marcus huffs in irritation and Sebastian just sits in shock. Even when they sit between us and pull our bodies away, it can't stop the desire we crave.

"Emilio I understand you two have made up, but if her father comes back this won't be smiles and kisses for longer. It will make war" Marcus warns. My eyes running to him in the comment of my father.

Emilio sighs lowly and looks at Marcus. "You don't have to upset her to get my attention you know? If anything happens with her father it won't only concern us" Emilio states. Kicking my leg playfully with his.

"Everything that he will fight over will be her though, I don't understand why you won't snap back into it" Marcus hisses. Laying his fists on the table.
Emilio clenches his jaw in anger and shuts his eyes briefly, "I'm not scared Marcus. What's the worst that could happen anyways" Emilio says.
That was officially Marcuses last straw.

I widen my eyes as veins pop into his forehead. He turns his entire body while I push myself closer to Sebastian. "Emilio open your fucking eyes. You are in closed in 4 god damn walls! All he has to do is send his men and never speak of it again. Do you realize how much of a dangerous game your playing?" Marcus growls, staring at Emilio and huffing with anger.

At first Emilio doesn't react. I know that Marcus regrets taking it to that level because he turns his head down and lowers his shoulders. I look at Emilio and make sure that my expression tells him that what he wants to do and what he should do are entirely different. He nods slowly and inhales a sharp breath.
"If this is to much for you leave, I can hire someone else. What your trying to say is that I need to leave Michelle because what she is will only effect me; I'm not arguing with you anymore about the same goddamn things! We're together and that's final" he says, watching Marcus with an irritated glare in his eyes.

I cover my smile with my palm and hold my breath when Emilio snaps his gaze to me. "What's funny?" He asks. I shake my head and hold my shoulders, "we're together?" I tease. He stares hard and closes his fists in hurt.

I'd meant for it to be a joke but from the dip in his reaction he's taken it a different way.
I lunge my hand out to grab him but he stands up and begins walking away. I lay my head in my arms and groan. "It was only a joke" I whine.

Sebastian laughs and pats my head, "you don't fuck a guy and then say 'we're together'" he mocks. I turn my head to him with a pissed look. "Don't say it to quietly Sebastian!" I warn. He smiles big and rolls his eyes.

"You better go apologize before he kills someone" He teases. I grunt and stand to my feet. My eyes dip to Marcus and find the disapproval in his eyes.
"I thought after spending 3 months with you there'd be a little friendly trust thing happening" I say. He shakes his head and glares up at me.

"You being yourself and you being what you are..very different. Don't ever forget that!" He spits. Getting up and leaving.

His words stab my stomach and cause my legs to melt in the chair. I sit silent and stare ahead, "he's right" I whisper. Swallowing the tears running up my throat.

Sebastian sighs and slides his body against mine. "Don't let peoples words affect you Michelle. They're dealing with their own shit and taking it out on you" he says. Looking at me directly while I stare ahead.

I nod slowly and keep my eyes blurred to nothing.
"I have to go to work. Get up and go have fun, sitting down and thinking about it will only make it worse" he comforts, kissing my temple and leaving.

I nod again and shut my eyes. Tears fill my eyes and effect my control.
Don't cry. Don't cry. Don't cry.
I suck in a breath and look straight ahead. He's standing in the doorway, staring at me so dearly and radiating so much pull.

I sit quietly and feel my bones dissolve and collapse. Why is he here? What does he want? Why is there a slash across his lips.

I swallow the tightness in my throat and shake my head is disapproval. Why is he here!