Devil Doesn't Bargain (Completed)

Chapter 13: The Only Adult in Whole Family

"Outlines of new eyes and visions of you
Boy, I think I need a minute
To figure out what is, what isn't
These choices and voices,
They're all in my head
Sometimes you make me feel crazy
Sometimes I swear I think you hate me like, uh"

~*~

I had the feeling that I was going to go crazy soon. Three weeks have passed since Vegas arrived and every single day he appeared in front of my house in the morning, asking what we were going to do today. He brought flowers and sweets for us, I even got a big teddy bear, which he won for me in some slot machine. And those constant compliments, I couldn't even count how many of them he had said to me.

Wherever I turned there was Vegas. I had to go shopping? Vegas was ready to carry bags. I wanted to go for a walk? Vegas was already waiting for me with sunscreen and water, just in case I felt it's too hot. Maybe a meeting with friends? No problem, Vegas paid for everything. And every time he could he touched me, stroked my face, kissed me by surprise on the cheek, then again grabbed my hand and did not let me pull it off.

Suddenly my whole life was filled with this man. His clothes were at home, washed and folded by grandma, there was always something to eat in the fridge for him and my grandparents were almost in love with him and Macau. Somehow they both won their hearts just like that. Only I was still unsure.

This Vegas was all I wanted before. Caring, loving, possessive, he made me feel wanted, but whenever I was left alone, whenever I closed my eyes, all the doubts I had would pop up and attack me. Should I believe him? Trust again? People make mistakes, I wasn't a saint myself, but in this case I had to be careful because it wasn't just about my heart anymore, but about my whole life. Vegas could make me feel the worst, but also the best. Now I found myself waiting for the next days, as I didn't want to lose sight of him, because he had become a basic part of my existence.

Along with positive feelings, I had negative ones, and the worst of them was jealousy. Even with a scar, Vegas is a very handsome man, and I immediately noticed how people looked at his perfect body. Most women, wherever we went, drooled at the sight of him. I also caught a few guys giving him alluring smiles and fluttering their eyelashes. But he ignored them all, staring only at me. How long will it be like this? Will he eventually just stop looking at me and start noticing others? What will I do then?

I hated those damn thoughts, but I couldn't stop them. Every time I indulged in a bit of happiness something happened that took it away from me and now I didn't want it to happen again. I wanted so badly to just throw myself into his arms and get carried away, but it was too complicated. I was too smashed inside by past.

We were standing at the beach bar now, sipping drinks prepared by the bartender. There was going to be a full moon party soon, but already a lot of people were crazy about the beach fun, painting their bodies with fluorescent paints and drinking fancy things. I leaned over to Vegas, warning him only that I was going to use the bathroom, and he brushed my neck with his lips, as if accidentally and watched me walk away. I could feel his hungry eyes on me. For the last few days, it has been getting harder and harder to pretend that we don't want to be closer. I had the feeling that we were about to just throw ourselves at each other where we were, but I also knew that without my consent, Vegas would never take a step towards sex. God, I wanted him. I would woke up in a sweat in the middle of the night, imagining his sinful fingers on me, and I felt like running to the hotel he was staying at and demanding immediate fulfillment, but first I had to trust him fully, and it was so hard to do.

I came out of the toilet washing my hands when I heard someone's voice on the other side.

"You saw him? He's wonderful, don't you think?"