"How would you feel if I bend you across the desk and handle you with my ruler?"
forbidden love. two people. a school, now isn't this cliche?
It's this simple law, which every writer knows, of taking two opposites and putting them in a room toget...
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Elliots pov I woke up hearing rainfall, I sat up looking around, it seems like Im in a guest room. I pull the blankets off of me and hop off the bed.
I feel like crap, i just wanna sleep more...
I look out of the window in awe, the morning looked so beautiful, I have a thing for nature I guess.
I looked at my clothes and smiled.
Im glad he changed my clothes for me..
My face felt weird, I guess its because of the way I cried last night, cringe. I need some food.
I closed the curtains and exit the room. I looked around the penthouse for Santino. I found him in his office. There were guys in all black surrounding him.
I walked quietly in the office and suddenly all eyes were on me.. got me feeling kinda nervous.
Santino stopped talking and smiled at me as he held his hands out. I walked through the group of men and made my way towards Santino.
He pulled me in his lap and wrapped his hands around my waist. I felt my face heat up.
His men didn't say anything they only bowed... bowed?! I awkwardly smiled and waved.
I looked across the desk to see that pistols were scattered out, is this what they do in a meeting? Kind of cliche.
"Anyways like what I said, Penny and Carlos you're both going to need to watch that man, make sure he transfer the Cargo, not taking my shit, alright?"
I hugged Santino as I sniffed his neck. My back faced the many men that were posted up waiting for orders.
There was a big window in his office which caused me to look outside. I watched the rain fall, the sight and Santinos voice led me right to sleep.
•••
"Yea Ill check on that, Ive been meaning to pick it up from the post office anyways." I woke up to Santino talking on the phone.
"Ill call you back, bye."
I was in his lap and we seem to be in the living area, the tv was playing some sort of show and the smell of coffee dominated the air.
"What time is it?" I croaked out.
"4:25, youve been sleep all day." He chuckled.
My body felt stiff from being in the same place for such a long time.
"Last night tired me out." I state plainly.
"Well its time to wake up, I don't think you need to sleep anymore." I yawned. And slid off of his lap.
"Can you take me home?"
I didn't want to get caught up in his embrace again and end up doing something I regret. The game we were playing is dangerous and I don't want to push it anymore.
Even if he bring me kindness, love and safety.. It would be hard to reciprocate those feelings without feeling guilty.
He frowned as if he knew what was going through my head. "After I held you last night?, Bun.. you know that you don't want to leave." His face was stoic but his eyes held meaning and feeling.
I rubbed my arm awkwardly. He reads me and them splatters out what I'm feeling right in front of me.
"I know that you're hurt and you want to be mad at the world, that shit doesn't work with me. So you're going to sit your ass back down and were going to talk like adults."
I wanted to hate him for calling me out like that. My fists clenched tightly but I did what I was told, I sat down criss cross apple sauce on the smooth couch.
---- "Hey!" I whined as he took a fry or how they say it here, a chip.. from me. I begged Santino to take me to one of the fast food restaurants so I could get nuggets and fries with a mocha frappe.
He watched me eat, I told him to get something but he declined with a scrunched up face talking about how fast food was disgusting and he would rather go to a restaurant.
Like this isn't one?! The madness.
Yet he just took a fry..? Imma beat his fucking ass.
"Santino, you told me you didn't like fast food yet you fucking took one of my fries." I glared.
He held his hands up surrendering.
"Ill deck your ass if you take another one, witcho bitchass." I cursed strongly
He gasped. "Damn you are about to beat me up about the damn fries." He chuckled his grip tightened on the steering wheel.
"Damn right, the fuck?" I squared up playfully.
"Keep your damn food.. mean ass.." he muttered driving out of the parking lot.
