Denied Love

Chapter 1

Visiting Ophelia's house was always fun and the atmosphere was welcoming. I practically lived there and the Mexican dinners were to die for. Her house was like a second home to me. I enjoyed the homey feel and the caring atmosphere. There was always a sibling fighting another and parents laughing. Who wouldn't want to stay here?

I lounged on Ophelia's bed, taking in the beige walls and band posters that hung on them.

"You're staying for the night, right?" Ophelia asked as she walked in. I always do. Well, most nights anyway. Nodding, she placed down the tray on the glass table.

"Then we're staying up late, watching movies and eating till our stomachs burst," I gave a hearty laugh. She knew how to brighten up my mood, even when I felt miserable.

I told her everything. The ups and downs of my life. Without her I wouldn't be complete. I trusted her with my life. She was home.

"Sure,"

***

Not realising it, I had drifted asleep. I suddenly woke up feeling parched and hot. Wearing only biker shorts and an oversized t-shirt, I went downstairs to the kitchen. Pouring myself a glass of water, I jumped at the sight in front of me, nearly dropping the glass onto the floor.

Sitting on the kitchen counter was a shirtless Antonio. He was staring at me with his condescending eyes. Starting at my thighs, across my ass then right at my dark, brown eyes. Hunger was written all over his face, although it was the type of look that made my lower stomach pool with warmth.

"Mind telling me why you're just sitting there staring at me like a serial killer?" I questioned with a teasing voice. My eyes frequently flicked from his lips to his defined abs.

"It is my house, Aaliyah," A cheeky grin grew on his face. I scoffed at his attempt to taunt me. My heart beated faster just by the way my name rolled off his tongue so easily.

I downed my water and gave his plump lips one more look before walking up to him.

"Your house? " He stood up, looking down at me. His only reply was a small sigh. I was very tall but my head only reached up to his chin. Everything about him felt degrading but his hot breath on mine made all my blood rush to my head. His presence made me feel drunk.

My head wasn't working properly as my fingertips slowly grazed his stomach. It's felt just as how I imagined it would. Hard and warm. I looked up and into his angular, hazel eyes that seemed black in the dimly lit room. My legs felt weak.

Before I did something I would regret, I walked away, not looking back. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to help myself.

The space between my legs throbbed. He didn't even need to touch me, his voice was enough to make me feel all types of ways.

***

The next morning I had dressed back to my normal, comfy attire and made plans with Ophelia to go out and get our nails done.

Once we reached the living room, I greeted Alexander and Maria. They treated me just as they would treat their other 4 children. I never felt out of place when I was with them and they considered me apart of their family.

Maria furrowed her eyebrows and in a mother like way she said,

"You can't leave without eating breakfast mis queridas. Antonio made scrambled eggs. Go eat!" Hearing his name made my body tingle with goosebumps. As I sat on the kitchen stool, Antonio handed me a plate, his hands lightly grazing mine. The feeling sent shocks throughout my arms.