Paw Paw

Chapter eight

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All I ever wanted to feel is love. I wanted to experience true love. The one that left you smiling for no reason, smiling without knowing that you are. I wanted love that gave you everything without voicing it. That kind of love that left your toes tingling and heart pounding, head spinning and breathing heavy. Butterflies in your stomach and the world spinning.

When I said I wanted to wake up on someones bed the next day, I didn't mean waking up to an empty bed, cold to the touch and yelling coming from who knows where.

I got up, my eyelids still heavy but managed to pulled them open. I was in a huge room, probably three times the room I have in Titi's place. It made me feel like a princess. Not to forget the bed, huge I'd say. It could fit about five people and we'd still have space left for more.

The room was dark, because the curtains where still close and they were black curtains, giving it this dark and spooky atmosphere. I sat up on the bed, the black silk soft on my skin. My eyes dropped down and I found myself in a huge white button up shirt.

Immediately my face turned red. The shirt reached out just above my knees when I sat and the sleeves were so long it swallows my hands completely. I wonder who I slept with last night.

When I stood up, I didn't feel any sort of discomfort between my legs. As I took note that my undergarments where still on. Frowning, I stood up on my feet, looking around the room. "This dude's loaded."

I caught a walk in closet that was left wide open. Did this man trust a stranger enough to leave it open. He must be fucking insane, because if it wasn't me someone would have stolen something, all those gold watches I'm getting a glimpse of from here. Not to mention the amount of suits that was lined up after the other.

So many suits, all different but they all were either black, navy blue, red or grey. Each one with different shades of color. I wonder why would you need so many suits, especially the black suit where so much, you would get tired of counting them.

I walked to the door that stood out to me, it was a double door, black in color. I stopped to think first, what in the world was waiting for me from the other side. And was I prepared for it?

From the sounds coming from behind it, someone was having a heated argument with another. Both men, and I cringed at how loud they kept getting. Curiosity killed the cat, and I pulled the doors open, but frowned when I came face first with a long hallway and a left and right turn at the end.

For fucking sake, how big can this place be. Walking out, I shut the door behind me and started heading down the hallway, and when I got to the end, I listened for the voices and it took me to the right. Upon walking down that hallway, I saw staircases going down.

Once down, I came face to face with one of the biggest living area I've ever set my eyes on, but with curiosity, I decided to follow the yelling that took me to what looks like a kitchen. I stopped right at the entrance of the kitchen and watched two huge masculine men argue back and forth.

And I knew one of them. Everything came rushing back, everything from last night, and I gulped thickly.

"Non puoi tenerla." (You can't keep her."

"Perché no?" Alejandro snapped back, moving to standing in front of the other man, who looked slightly like him. (Why not)

The man glared at Alejandro, he was just as livid. "Lei é nera." Whatever the guy uttered seemed to fuel his anger. Alejandro looked like he was ready to punch him, and this left me wondering what he said. (She's black.)

"Now you're a racist, dickhead huh?" Alejandro snapped in his face. "Vaffanculo!" I flinched back, startled at his loud voice. (Fuck you.)

Shit, what was going on and who the hell was this man. He looked slightly like Alejandro. The dark hair, but slightly short. Blue eyes, but a bit lighter. This must be his brother or cousin, family. And did I say a family argument never ends well?