You Smell Like Trouble.

Chapter 4 (Blaze's POV): Plot Twist

I slam open the door, her legs latched onto my waist and an arm around her to make sure she doesn't fall. She fell asleep on my shoulder right after she came for the third time in the car.

I close the door behind me then take the elevator to my bedroom's floor. I lay her down on my bed then walk over to my closet to get a t-shirt to change her in to.

I walk back over to the bed and nudge her lightly, "here, change into this."

She opens her eyes with a huge yawn and sits up, "mmm.... or maybe we could do something else." she smiles then pulls me into her by my belt loop.

"I thought you were tired, bellissima?" I say as I rub her cheek.

"I was but now that I'm looking at you..." she sticks a hand up my shirt but I stop her,

"Maybe tomorrow. I'm too sober to fuck you again, bella. Just change your clothes."

She sighs then falls onto her back. I stand there, expecting her to get up but she falls back asleep instead.

I nudge her again, "can I change your clothes for you?"

"Mhm. Hurry up before I get cold though."

I slightly chuckle at her then slowly pull her dress off. Fuck, I forgot she was naked under this. Her body, man. She has a cute little pudge stomach, but her hourglass figure is so vivid. Her chest sits so well t-
This is wrong.

I clench my eyes tightly for a second then ask her to sit up for me a bit. She does as I ask her and raises her arms so I can pull the shirt over her head. After I do, she falls back onto the pillow. She's so adorab- Wait, I shouldn't be thinking that. No. We're only in a fake engagement, and we'll divorce next year. I wouldn't be able to give her what she wants in a relationship... not that I'd want to either. She runs her mouth too much; I hate that.

I take my clothes off and then put on a pair of black, silk pajama pants. I turn the light off then lay next to her, as far as possible. Right as I begin to drift off to sleep, I feel her press up against my back. She slips a hand over my waist and starts to rub her feet against my leg. They're iced cold, and soft. I like it.

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When I open my eyes, it's still dark outside. It's already six-thirty in the morning though.

I remove Natania's entire body off of me, and role her aside.

Yeah. The moment I turned onto my back, she latched herself onto me and wouldn't let go. But I've gotta admit, it felt nice. But it made my stomach feel all weird and I hated that. She's a disease.

I walk to my bathroom and run the shower water. After a long ass stretch, I strip of my pajamas and stand inside the shower. I let the water fall through my hair and I close my eyes as I brush it backward. Next thing I know, I feel small hands wrap around my stomach,

"Good morning." Natania says in the cutest voice. Her morning voice is causing Blaze JR to rise. It takes everything in me to keep him down.

"What the hell are you doing? You have your own room." I say ignorantly.

Her hands stop rubbing me and eventually leave my skin, "well for one, I don't know where that room is. And two, why're you acting like that? I mean, after last night I thought we'd-"

I turn around to face her, "we'd what? Become an actual couple? That we'd be cordial? It was just sex, Natania. I've fucked at least six other girls already. You're no special case." I laugh.
Fuck, that was messed up.

I watch as her lips quiver and her eyebrows purse together. Her eyes start to water as well.
Why is this causing a pain in my chest?

"Oh, wow," her voice shakes, "okay. I'm gonna... go search for my room then, you asshole." She opens the shower door, steps out and grabs her towel, then leaves out while sniffling.

Seeing her cry damn near makes me want to too. But even though she was sad and crying, she was still beautiful. Her crying face is hurtful to see, but she still looks pretty.

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I need to head to the office then to the slaughterhouse so I can get that bastard to talk. Something's going to go down soon, and I need to know about it before it goes too far.

I walk out of my room and down the hall to Natania's room to tell her that I'm leaving when I hear her talking to someone on the phone,

"Yeah, I don't know if I'm starting to actually like him. I mean, he's an asshole. But something inside me can just tell that there's so much more to him than that. I can't wait for this year to pass by after the wedding so that way I can flee and forget about this thing."

"It'll pass, amor. If you ever need a replacement, just call my phone. You know I've been crushing on you since we were younger." That's Javi.

What the hell is he talking about? He can't fucking have her.

She laughs, "I will."

I open the door, "that's not happening."

She turns around and sees me, "huh?"

"Who's wife are you about to be, Natania? Plotting to be with another man before our marriage even starts is considered cheating." I point out.

She takes a deep breath out of irritation, "alright, Javi. I'll call you tonight, okay?"

"Sorry for getting you in trouble, amor. I'll be awaiting your call."

"Okay, bye." Then she hangs up. "What did you need, Blade?"

What did I come here for again... right, I'm leaving.

"I'm heading out to work. If you need anything, here's my number." I hold out a ripped piece of paper to her and she heads over to me and takes it. "Also, come eat breakfast. Maria prepared it for us." I start walking.

I hear her close her bedroom door then follow behind me, "who's Maria?"

"My housekeeper. She cooks, cleans the house and my wounds." I answer.

"Wounds?" Natania asks in a concerned voice.

"You know what work I'm in. Sometimes I get my ass beat before I win." I answer as I walk down the steps.

"Oh. Alright."

We both walk into the dining room, and Maria's in the kitchen cleaning her mess.

"Gracias, Maria." I say.

"Thank you!" she says as well.

Right as we sit down to eat, the door opens.

"Yo!" I hear Zay call.

"We're in the dining room." I call back.

A few footsteps pitter and patter against the floors before we actually see him.

"Good morning, boss-man," he says to me. He turns to Natania, "Mrs. boss-man."

"Good morning, Zay. Just call me Natania." she smiles.

Rude.

"Yes, ma'am. Oh, boss-man! We need to go. There's this chick at the office who won't leave until she sees you. Also, we need to get you to that slaughterhouse." he informs me.

I take one last bite of my omelet then stand from the table, "if you plan on leaving to anywhere, call me first. I'll send someone over her as soon as possible to escort you." I put my blazer on. "Ciao."

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The elevator opens and when I walk into my office, I see the stripper I fucked a few months ago standing with a puffed stomach.

"The fuck?" I say.

"Hi, piccola." she smiles.