Poison

Pained. 5

Adonis- Lucas

I kissed her. I made out with her. I made out with her in my pool. In my fucking pool.

Oh my god. What have I done. I loved it. I think she liked it. But why did I do it. It's probably a huge mistake.

I've known this girl for 3 days and I just kissed her in my pool and on my bed. And know I'm falling asleep with her tangled in my arms.

My hand is gripped in her hair. And my other is wrapped around her waist. Her head is on my chest. Her hand is on my lower stomach.

This girl is making me go crazy. I've gone crazy. Not once have I ever done this with a girl. I've just fucked them and left them.

That's what happens when your father thinks the only manly thing you do is have sex with a different prostitute every week.

I used to be respectful. I used to respect women. And now I take advantage of all of them. My mother always disagreed with the women coming and going through this house. She's always wanted me to settle down with a woman and get married to her. All so she can hand down the family heirloom. It's an engagement ring, with the Marchetti name carved into it.

Could Isabela finally be the one? The one to have the ring?

This was insane. I was actually falling asleep with her in my arms. I haven't slept in a long time. The only sleep I've had is a few hours here and there. I spend most of my time down in my pool under my balcony.

It's pleasant and peaceful down there. And it's quite peaceful right here. My mind slowly calmed. I began to drift off to sleep.

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I woke up with my hands tangled in Isabela's hair. I slowly slipped out of the bed and ran downstairs. My mother was already down there cooking breakfast. It was nice to have her back.

"Good morning, Adonis" my mother said. She is the only one who calls me by my first name these days. "Did you sleep well- wait no that's right, my sons a vampire who never sleeps."

"Ha ha" I laughed sarcastically. "Good morning to you too, mamá"

I kissed her on the head. I grabbed some toast that she was making on the counter.

"Oiye!" She yelled "did I say those were for you! Put that back mister it's for your papi!" I went to take a bite. "Don't you dare eat your papi's breakfast, he will kill both you and I!"

I chuckled and put it back. "I'm just joking mamá. I wouldn't dare"

"No you wouldn't- oh" she said. "Good morning." I turned around. Stood there was Isabela. She was wearing one of my basketball jerseys.

She rubbed her eyes. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun and she had slight bags under her eyes, yet she still looked beautiful.

I smiled. "Good morning" she looked at me with those adorable big green eyes. They looked like 2 beautiful emeralds staring into my soul.

"Morning" she yawned.

"Would you like any breakfast, we have plenty going spare?" My mother asked.

"No thank you, I'm okay." Isabela said. She never eats in the morning. I'm not sure why but she doesn't.

She opened the fridge and took out a bottle of water. She opened it and took a sip. She didn't look to great. I mean she looked beautiful but she looked sick.

She looked at me. She could barely keep eye contact. She gave me a weak smile. Something about the smile she gave me didn't sit well with me.

She took her water and went back upstairs. I watched her leave the room. I clenched my teeth and looked at the floor.