His protective love

Chapter 12

Ty's POV:

It's been a day since my dad "forbade me" from seeing Antonio. I mean, seriously, are we in a play or something? Who even uses forbid anymore?

It's about 8 o'clock at night, and I'm sitting at home, scrolling on my phone. I hear a knock on the door, "Come in!" I say, not paying it any attention.

"Hey cheri, your mom and I are going out. Maries at her moms and your uncle is at the restaurant. Call if you need anything, okay?" My dad says.

"Okay." I respond coldly. My dad sighs and walks out. I look out my window and see him and my mom drive away. I go to my dresser and pull out sweatpants and a cropped t-shirt. I put my clothes on, put my shoes on, and head out the door.

I take the bus and get to Antonios house after about 10 minutes. I look up and see a light on in Antonio's room. Okay, Ty, you got this. I brace myself. I climb up the tree next to his room, and hop on his balcony. Man this dude is hella rich.

I see him sitting in front of his fireplace using his phone. He's wearing pajama pants and a black shirt. Man, did he get finer? I knock on the glass door and he looks over at me.

He opens the door and lets me in. "Hey, what are you doing here?" He asks.

"We need to talk." I tell him. I walk over to the fireplace, take off my shoes, and he stands in front of me. He crosses his arms, waiting for me to continue. "Tell me," I start.

"What?" He asks, confused.

"Tell me you don't love me." I say. Shit, if he actually says it I'm gonna cry. His eyes widen and his arms drop.

"Ty-" He starts.

"Tell me you don't love me, and I'll leave it alone. I'll stop trying to fix this. Say it, and don't lie to me." I say and put on a pleading face.

"You think this is easy for me? Ty, it feels like my heart got ripped out of my fucking chest. I hate not being able to talk to you, to feel you. You don't know what you do to me." He says and steps closer to me. My face is inches away from his chest and he looks me directly in my eyes.

"Try me." I say. We both rush in, trying to beat each other to a kiss. I reach my hands to the back of his head, pulling on his hair slightly. His hands roam my body, feeling every curve, until he reaches my waist, pulling me in closer.

He reaches his hands under my shirt, and I gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on my skin. He puts his head lower, kissing my neck deeply. I whimper lightly at the feeling and pull his hair harder. He brings his head back up and I kiss him roughly, slipping my tongue in his mouth. He groans, and in response, grabs me closer.

My hands roam his chest to his back and pull his shirt off. He pulls my shirt off and starts kissing me down my chest. I start untying his pants and slip them off. He grabs onto my sweats and rips them off with one swift movement. He leaves my bra on, trying to make me feel more comfortable.

He lies in front of the fireplace, holding me, so I fall on top of him. I trail kisses on his chest and he leans his head back. Both of his hands grip onto my hips securely. He slips one of his fingers on the side of my underwear, slipping it off slowly. I do the same, and pull off his boxers. He flips over so he's on top. My legs wrap around his waist, and he holds my thigh tightly. "Are you sure?" He asks and gives me a sweet face.

"Please, Antonio." I give him a look, a pleading look. He rolls his eyes back and smirks at the way I say his name.

I reach one of my hands behind his neck, and the other on his back. My eyes roll back and I moan as he continues. He groans loudly, no doubt feeling as much pleasure as I am right now. I pull his head up, forcing him to look me in the eyes. "Stay with me cheri, please." I say, breathlessly.