My brothers best friend

Chapter 11 (s)

Damian and I were in the movie room watching 'The boy.' God I loved scary movies but I hated this one.

I felt my phone buzz, picking it up and seeing the contact name 'Arturo.'

I unlocked my phone with my face to see the message. It read,

'Come over to my place.'

'Are you fucking kidding me right now. Fucking asshole. It's literally midnight.' I whispered to myself.

"Damian?" I whispered

He didn't respond. 'Great he fell asleep.. AGAIN.' I sighed as I threw a blanket over him.

Damian and I always told each other everything like who we are going to see, where we going and even about our love life's. I grabbed a pen a paper and wrote:

'Going out text if anything. Love ya!'

I headed out the door in a oversized thin shirt that was pink and white spandex.

'Fucking dirt bag liar.' I tell myself.

Arturo and us both lived in Grand Bahama. He lived closer to the beach than we did and I hated it because I loved listening to the calm waves hit the rocks.

At times I would drive to the beach at night. The beach felt like a solution to all my problems. It feels like it was something that was missing from my life whenever I needed it the most.

'I still have time to ditch. I rang the doorbell and nothing. This is my chance to ru-... fuck.' I thought to myself after seeing the front door open.

I noticed as Arturo had showered from his dripping wet hair that was messy. He had black sweatpants and no shirt.

"I'm surprised you came princess." Arturo said with a grin.

"Yeah so what? What do you need?" I said with daggers in my eyes as I stared at him.

I was angry at him but mostly at myself for letting him do what he did to me. He was drunk as well but it made me feel like I took advantage of him. I still felt things for him but I need to get him out of my mind.

I hate myself for still wanting to rip everything off and do what I want to him.

"Look im sorry for yelling at you and being rough. I sorry for mark-," I irrupted him.

"Are you fucking kidding me Arturo?" I shouted at him.

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His POV

"Princess p-," she irrupted me again after two hours of talking.

"Stop fucking calling me 'princess' ." She said mocking my tone. "Fucking a, Arturo. I should've listened to Damian, I should've pushed you off! Hell you just used me for your own fucking desire you fucking cunt head prick!" She yelled pointing her finger in my face.

"What.. the fuck did you just say?" I impeached trying to keep my voice calm.

'What did Damian say about me?' I asked myself

"You think I used you? For my own desires Serà?" I impeached raising my voice a tad.

I stared at her putting holes in her head. My intentions with any women weren't to make them feel like I used them but to make them feel pleasure.

I shift closer to her leaving an inch between us.

"Yeah Arturo, I do and you know what...I regre-." I irrupted her connecting our lips.

"What was that?" I say grinning devilishly.

I looked down see her thighs being pressed together. 'God she turns me on when she does that.' I said to myself.