(Warning sexual context)Chapter 28
His eyes like two snakes watching my every move, my lips becoming dry quickly, my tongue darts out to moisten them.
My palms becoming very clammy, as his eyes slowly circle around me, dark and mysterious eyes are lined with long lashes.
His hair buzzed off as his ears stick out slightly on the sides, a white t-shirt visible under his thick jacket.
A new piercing in his lip, that matches with the scar that travels down his face in sharp lines.
Hands like clubs rest at the end of his wrists, with arms like steel. Tight black jeans hang loosely from his waist as he slowly leans to the right.
The handle of a knife sticking out from his pocket, my eyes firmly connected to it, it almost mocks me.
"Nice mate." His says quickly I release a breath I did not realize I had been holding.
Parker leans close to Alex. "She's got a nice rack." His eyes me as he whispers into my blue eyed boy, my ears picking up every word.
Smiling as I feel bile rise within my throat Alexs stiffens. "Uh, thanks." He mumbles quickly as I tighten my grip on his hand.
"Well man I got to skedaddle, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." He sends a wink my way as I try to keep the fake smile that rests on my lips from falling into a nasty scowl.
"See you later man." Parker gives Alexs a pointed look before turning to me, a smile on his pasty face. "Nice to meet you grandi tette." I smile kindly the sweetness in my voice almost sickening as I reply easily. "You too."
He smile one last time towards me before vanishing into the crowd. People swarm around us. "He just called me big boobs in Italian." I mutter as we cut through the humans.
"He what?" Alexs sounds completely surprised. "He just called me big boobs, at the end of his goodbye he called me big boobs. No joke." Alexs barks out with laughter as a frown settles on my face.
"I'll have to hit him next time." He chuckles as he whips the tears from his eyes.
"Wait you know Italian?" He grabs my hand as we speed past a couple publicly having intercourse.
"I know many things." I reply smoothly as we enter a massive building that looks like Venice, not the beach one.
We walk to a hallway that has little stores lining the walls as my shoes click against the marble looking floor; a massive canal stretches through the middle.
The shirt I wear becoming incredibly uncomfortable as the heat skyrockets.
My eyes get glued to the little boats that float upon the blue water, a man with a stick stands on the end, his little hat sits on top of his little head with light brown hair sticking out from under the material.
The smile that spreads across my face brings a little smile to Alexs face, he try's to hide it but it shines too brightly upon his face for it to go unnoticed, his skin tinting with a light red.
His warm fingers wrapped firmly around my hand, the strength like snake. Random people slither around looking for places to spend their money, their faces bright with a excitement that beams across children of all ages.
A day filled with new experiences, we walked around the hotel for a good hour or maybe even two before popping by a small little diner that was located down the street from our hotel.
The food was extremely cheap but it was not any worse than an expensive place. The red fake leather chairs were a cute extra to add to the whole theme.
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