Fatal Desires

IV Isabella

I was sitting on my couch now, Simón was standing in the far corner of the room, his body facing the door.

"You can calm down. My dad has men surrounding the building, and my best friends dad owns it." I didn't look at him as I search for a movie to watch.

He ignored me.

Simón was tall. He had muscles the size of watermelons—okay that's probably an exaggeration. He didn't wear a suit like George did, but a long sleeve thermal instead. And black jeans.

His hair was short and long at the same time. He had a scruff on his chin like he hadn't shaved in weeks.

He didn't talk to his cuff like all of the other men did. But he kept checking his phone. He got four phone calls in the last two hours he's been here.

"At least sit. You're making me anxious." I lied. Though, the thought that he was ready to shoot anyone who walked through that door unannounced did scare me. He gave me a bland look, "Please?"

He sighed and sat down. I turned so my back was against the arm of the couch and I put my feet in his lap. He didn't move for a moment and looked over at me. I ignored him and continued to look for something to watch.

"You know, I just noticed, my dad only acknowledged your service with the Navy, and not the Marines. Why is that?"

Simón relaxed, "Technically, no one knows about my time in the Corp. Only a select few, including you now."

I looked at him now, "You trust me?"

"I'm willing to lose my life." He smirked. A shiver went down my spine at his words.

A moment passed in silence."It's past six now. Are you hungry yet?" He shook his head.

I didn't care. I wasn't about to let a man starve on his first shift with me. I tossed the remote to him as I dug out my phone from my pocket, "Find something to watch."

Twenty minutes and a mobile order later, there was a knock on the door.

I swung my feet to the ground and stood at the same time he did. "I got it." I said.

"You really don't know how my job works, do you?" He walked to the front door, his hand pulling up his shirt, revealing black ink on his side. And a gun. He looked through the peephole and turned toward me, opening the door.

"Hi, I have a pizza for a... Isabella Delgado." The driver said.

I peeped out of the corner where Simón wasn't blocking with his massive body. I handed the guy a twenty and took the pizza from him.

"I thought you ate already." Simón trailed behind me after closing and locking the door. I was about to open the box when he ran up behind me and kept me from doing so, "Wait. It could be a bomb."

I stopped in front of the table. "A very delicious bomb. Sit." I put the box on the table, flipping the top open, showing a fresh and hot pepperoni pizza with pineapple. I only did half with pineapple cause I didn't know his preference.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing two plates and bottled water. He still hadn't sat down, so I stood in front of him and push him down in a chair.

I leaned over him to take a slice and put it on a plate. Pushing it toward him, he looked at the pizza then me.

"I'm not hungry." Just as he said that, his stomach growled, "I'll eat later."

"No. You're going to eat now." I picked up the slice and held it to him. He shook his head so I took a step closer, my legs on either side of one knee. I put a hand on his shoulder and trailed to his chin, holding him so he could only look at me. "My house, my rules. Now open."