Inmoral Pleasures [+21]

Chapter 1

Emma

The cold winter breeze falls over me and because I'm going in contrary direction it makes my hair to spread all over my face.

Here is when I ask myself why I didn't I get a fucking taxi? Even I'm wearing a coat I have to hug myself, snow is falling and I'm running while praying not to fall. «Hella frozen floor»

Either way I will be at home in some minutes.

Today was my eighteen birthday, but my parents aren't here; they're in Colombia due to business things. They're also visiting my father relatives, that are originally from there.

While I'm starting college, I could have so many liberties.

My birthdays gift was a Lamborghini Huracan Evo, celebrating that I have my license. I chose not to use it tho, I'm still scared about driving. Besides the employees are on vacations, so I have to be independent.

I arrived to the Davies mansion by eight thirty in the night, when the darkness takes the city. My brow furrows when I see a Ferrari in the parking lot. I walk to the entrance and go inside in silence. I'm go through the darkness with a lamp in hand because I couldn't find the switch.

"¡Damm! ¡Get away, gonorrea!" I scream that expression as soon as I feel big hands over my eyes.

I hear how they laugh behind me and I run I don't know where to turn on the lights. I hold my lamp harder just in case I'm gonna need it.

The first thing I see is a white man, he got blue ayes and dark hair. Tall and good looking. He look like an Adonis, but my brow furrows again while I recognize him.

"What a vocabulary you have, little midget. Do I look like a venereal illness?."

That voice, hoarser than normal makes me shudder.

"Sean" I ask and he gives a side smile while she shakes his head.

"Happy birthday, lil sis."

My mind shows me pics from the last time I saw him, five years ago. He was a skinny teen, a brat that people called "flower broker."

I drop the lamp and then I run to him, just to jump over him and put my legs over his hips. I hide my head in her neck, smelling his perfume as I hug him like someone is gonna steal him.

I'm happy, really I am. The person I called my best friend is back and I'm just crying over it. He went to college in London and then he made his own company, we didn't even talk, I guess he didn't have enough time for me.

"Are you going to leave me again?" I ask looking into his eyes.

His thumb clean my tears and he smiles softly/

"No for the moment, little girl."

I shake my head, satisfied with his answer while I leave his contact.