Reaching The Stars

Ten

Onyx POV

I shouldn't feel like this, who am I kidding. I was jealous. I'm not going to admit it to her. I'm a fucking coward when it comes to Myra. A coward and a fucking whipped bitch.

I was fucking jealous. Me, the guy who screams power, I have dominance all over me. I'm the person where no one disrespects me. But yet here I am admitting to myself I'm completely jealous over a person that I don't have. Who I shouldn't have.

I can't have her, I shouldn't but the way she is imprinted in my brain has me completely ruined.

I'm ruined, she ruined me and she doesn't even know it.

Yet, here I am in my office hiding from here because of what she told me, I don't control her, I never have.

Myra screams dominance. The way she holds herself in anything she does, no matter the circumstances.

This woman has me to my fucking knees and she doesn't even know.

Should I hate myself for feeling like this? For giving in so easily and quickly. For constantly thinking about the sinful ways I will have this beauty.

My mind is constantly in a blank. Lei lo fa a me.

I'm constantly hard around her no matter what. We could be talking about something serious and my dick has a mind of its own.

I sit in my office staring down this sinful woman, she makes me want to bow down to her and comply with whatever she says. Myra has me in a fucking chokehold.

I will simply get on my knees and beg for her forgiveness no matter what I did, why because I'm a fucking whipped bitch who will do anything she says and honestly I have no shame. No decorum.

I will do whatever it takes for her not to hate me, no even dislike me. The last thing I actually need is a relationship but with her she makes me want to say 'fuck it'.

I think I deserve happiness especially after my last relationship. But I know deep down myself won't allow myself to do so.

In the mix of my thoughts my phone starts ringing and I pick it up already knowing who it is.

"What?" I growled into the phone. Pissed that my thoughts were cut off.

"I know she got your tidy whities in a bunch but Calma la rabbia bro." He says I swear sometimes I want to strangle Dax.

"I'm not angry, and she doesn't have my tidy whities— you know what stai zitto, perché chiami?" Swear he's getting on my last nerves.

"Just calling to get on your nerves." I knew he was.

That bastard.

"Anyways don't you have a job to do?" I ask.

"Yea yea whatever. Just don't have wrinkles when I see you tonight." He hangs up after that.

I swear Dax can get on my nerves easily but he's been there for me since diaper days. Never separated since.

Through thick and thin he's been with me. After everything that happened in my last relationship he vowed to always protect me, he's like my brother even though he always has to bring up he's 3 months older than me.

Our parents grew up together and and we grew up together as little kids. We are brothers from another mother. Everyone in both our families are still close to this day.

My parents and siblings are everything to me. They all decided to move back to Italy and I haven't gone down there in a year, which will have to change as soon as I get a few free days.

I miss all of them. I call them everyday making sure they are safe. I love taking care of my family, at a young age that's all I've every wanted to do.

Be successful and take care of my family.

I managed to do both of those things and more.

I'm proud of who I've become and I'm still learning and growing. Learning different ways for myself that helps me.

I sign and get up out of my chair. I'm leaving for the day, even though Myra's work day isn't finished I go over to her office and ask if she wants to go home.

"I know you're mad at me but I'm leaving do you want to go or stay. Either or is fine." I shrug, putting my hands in my pockets.

She looks up at me, "I'm definitely not mad and I'll leave." She tell me. Sure she isn't mad.

She grabs her things and locks up her office, I do the same and we walk to the elevator together.

When we get in she turns toward me, "Look I'm sorry for blowing up on you."

I shake my head, "No I'm sorry, I was in the wrong and I apologize. Truth is I was jealous, I am jealous." No shame in my game.

"Why are you jealous." At this point in our conversation we are walking to our cars and we stop in front of them.

"I'm jealous because any guy can have you. Me, I'm just a 25 year old guy who has many failed relationships the last one ruined me to the point where I have so many trust issues it's crazy. Sei così bella, ti desidero così tanto ma non posso averti." I tell her, I'm such a coward for not saying the last part to her, I just can't have my heart broken again.

She looks at me she opens her car door and says, "Don't be jealous you're the only one I want." And she leaves.

She fucking leaves me speechless by my car.

Now I'm speechless.

Did she just say she wants me, but why, how?

What the fuck.

Never in my 25 years of life has any girl made me speechless like Myra did.

Snapping myself out of this daze I smirk and open my car door. I then drive off to go home.

That little vixen won't know what's coming.

She's playing so hard to get and I like the chase.

Play chess no checkers. Lei sarà finalmente mia, te lo prometto. And I don't intend to do much more less.