"Stay close to me please. I don't know who's in there" Emilio asks. Staring down at me sternly..
I place my extended hand over my head in act of a soldier. "Yes sir" I murmur. An annoyed smile reaching his lips.
Before we enter he turns himself fully to me and lowers his hands against my waist. Reaching the bottom of my black tight dress and pulling it down for good measure, only making my breasts pop out more..
His eyes pop out of his sockets. Frustration making him groan loudly.
He slides his fingers against my breasts and pulls up the soft material. Smashing his lips in a line with somewhat comfort...
My steady eyes watch him cautiously. When pulling away only realizing the tense stare that's set on him.
"Stop looking at me like that Michelle.." he grumbles. Grabbing my hand and entering the clear doors with an aggressive push...
As my body follows after, the body guard closes the rope thingy and eyes me. Pushing my eyebrows together in offence.
I swift my head back to ahead. My long curls brushing against my bare back feather like...
I feel Emilios whole existence tense. Making my hand feel as if about to explode.
"Emilio your hur-" I whimper. Pressing my hand against his back and feeling the heavy and uncontrollable breathing that he holds...
We stand in a dark hallway, blinking lights Only making out his tall stature.
Finally he lets go. Swinging my body to face his with my hands moving against his back. Placing them onto his heart and cheek....
"Your nervous. You don't know either to leave me without you or bring me with you... I understand" I hum. My echoing words seeming to lift a heavy weight off his chest.
"Michelle I don't think I want to do this. Something keeps telling me I'm putting you in danger" he claims. My eyes drooling in sadness...
"Your scared Emilio".
I place my fingers back through his and pull his arm. Giving that nudge I think pushes him to keep going...
He keeps walking. Eventually striding in front and meeting the many drunk and high people of this early hour.
"Wow" I whisper. Watching the room and picking people out...
Some cry and sob and others laugh and enjoy.
As my eyes wander the emotion filled room two big men approach us. Emilios hand tightening once again in fear...
"Welcome Mr. Verlice.... We have been looking forward to this" a deep and chilling voice states.
"This must be Mrs. Verlice." he whispers. "My is she a gem".. Taking a long pause to finish his sentence..
I glare up and catch them both staring at me. They're eyes travelling my body like I don't even exist.
"I guess wearing a dress to a club isn't the best idea then huh?" I spit. Making them chuckle with embarrassment...
"Mr. Verlice we have a quiet place we can sign the papers in" he says loudly. Emilio nodding and switching his eyes to mine.
"We have a room she can be safe in as
Well!" The other man chimes in. His voice high and excited...
I swallow roughly and plaster a fake smile on my face. "I'll be fine thank you. Don't take to long" I say. Stepping on my tiptoes and kissing him gently.
As he breaks from my grasp my body fills with emptiness. Watching as he walks with two men by his side until I no longer can even make his stature...
I guess spending every second of your best self with someone can make feeling alone like death huh.
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Our love
RomansaLove isn't always meant to be in the eyes of others. Michelle has seen to many types of love. She admired the love of her two parents, she hated the painful love her father treated her with after a changing event. She most of all loved how much Emil...
