Please Me Mommy +18 - ON HOLD

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There has been numerous attempts in trying to make things right with everyone. Numerous tiring attempts and all of that didn't seem to work. No matter how much I try to humble myself and see the bigger picture here, it never works.

I'm getting fed up. Quite frankly, I am fed up. Sooner or later I'm going to fuck up someone.

And that person is mostly likely to be Isaac.

The state he left both Luca and Raven makes my blood boil. The fucker doesn't even realize how much he fucked up my fiance. To think that I trusted him to be by his own brother's side. In turn, he does this.

I want to rearrange his face for disrespecting Raven like that.

I gripped the steering wheel tightly, my eyes glued to the apartment building in front of me. I don't trust myself to get in there and be civilized with the fucker. I want to make things right with him for the sake of Luca. At the same time, I don't know exactly what I'm fixing here. What Sienna did isn't my fault. It's no one's fault that that woman is a psycho and yet here I am, taking the blame for everything.

What's worse is that since the beginning, I have been blaming myself for everything that happened to Luca. I beat myself up about it all the time. She fucked up Luca so bad and I'm left to pick up the pieces. Yet I'm still to be blamed.

I had a plan that I would get in there, talk to Isaac and get him to apologize to Luca and Raven for the shit he caused. I thought about apologizing myself, but it doesn't make any sense. I'm not Sienna.

The more I drove to this side of town, the more my mind raced, the more I thought about beating up Isaac. I'm tempted to and if I go up there, I can't guarantee to stop myself. He makes me so angry, I'm seeing red. Days have passed and Luca hasn't come around yet. Raven and I have been trying, but we can only do so much.

Killing the engine, I grabbed the keys and got out. Turning back to the sound of the door closing behind me, I spotted Skyren making his way over to me. I still find it very adorable that Raven thought Luca and I need a bodyguard. I'm not complaining and I certainly appreciate that she worries about our safety, even after knowing what we're capable of.

I made my way into the elevator, pressing for the 10th floor of this apartment building. Skyren occupied the other side of the elevator, distancing himself from me. He was focused on his phone when I took a close look at him. The man had to be about an inch or two shorter than me, but he packed generous amount of muscles that were confined in the black golf t-shirt he's wearing. His long ashy white hair tied into a ponytail. I want to think that he dyed his hair, but his brows and eyelashes looked just about the same color. I'm almost tempted to ask. With the pale skin complimenting the hair, he looked like one of those typical ice princes straight out of a movie novel or some shit. At the same time, he looked way too young to have gone grey or in his case, white hair.

I held his eyes when he looked up. Icy blue eyes stared back at me. Despite the soft look on his eyes, his face had sharp features that could be mistaken for a deep scowl. His brows furrowed when I didn't look away.

I opened my mind to quench my curiosity, but the lift was already opening. It didn't matter anyways, I think to myself as I walked out, heading for Isaac's place. I knocked once and waited. I could hear laughing from behind the closed door, so the fucker was home. I knocked again, harder this time.

"Alright! Hang on a sec," I heard someone. I was tempted to knock down the door, just because I can. Instead, I practiced controlling myself. If I can just keep it to myself until I'm out of here, then no one has to lose their teeth.

No one but the fucker who opened the door.

"Check the bottom drawer, you idio-" Jared's eyes widened when they found me standing right in front of me. He looked me up and down, no doubt sizing me up. I want to punch him. I'm not obligated to restrain myself from beating this fucker. "Can I help you?" he asked me, his tone laced with an attitude.