Yara |18+|

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YARA

I needed to leave.

But I couldn't.

I was on my back, taking the time to catch my breath while Vico disappeared into the bathroom. Everything tingled and I let a ghost of a smile lift my lips.

It had been a while since I felt that way. Drunk on sex.

Sighing, my hand ran over the lower part of my belly. Despite the aches and pains waiting for me the next day, I couldn't find it in me to complain about it after Vico had me feeling the best I ever did. Even though it was a night I'd remember for days to come, I still couldn't help but think to myself; what the fuck did I just do?

With no Vico in sight, I gazed around and soaked in my surroundings.

He had a nice room. Was it even his room? There were no pictures around but it was neatly decorated and I realised I was lying naked on the bed of a mob boss. Oh God.

It didn't take long for Vico to come back with a white cloth in one hand and a bottled water in the other. He offered the water to me, and I accepted it with a smile on my face that matched his own.

The expression on his face was amusing. He seemed happy, but satisfied and almost giddy in a way. I grinned, reaching up to smooth the messy hair on top of his head and ended it with a small tap on his flushed cheek.

"You okay?" he asked and I nodded my head, watching as he silently spread my legs and use the cloth to wipe me clean.

I propped up on the pillow and drank my water, observing the way he paid attention to cleaning me up.

Again, who the hell is this man? Now that he wasn't fucking me, I could look at his half naked body and admire the tattoos on his skin. The intricate art was beautiful, but the ones on his arms and hands were...out of this world.

The light was also brighter and it allowed me to see every part of him. His tan skin, the chain around his neck and the scar I didn't notice before on the back of his shoulder. It seemed like a bullet wound.

I closed my bottle and set it on the bedside table.

If I could, I'd have a round two with him. Or was it three or four? I couldn't keep track.

"This is insane," I murmured to myself, having no intention of Vico hearing me but he did and his head shot to my direction.

"What's insane?" he asked, frowning at me.

"Nothing," I said, shrugging. I need to go. The timing of my cell ringing couldn't have been more perfect.

It was in the living room, muffled and I stood up when it didn't stop. The ache between my legs intensified and I winced, holding onto Vico's shoulder to steady myself and he let me. Still sitting on the bed, Vico held out my skirt and gave me a look to step into it.

I held both his shoulders and stepped into it, feeling him pull it all the way to my hips and turning me around to zip it up.

Next was my shirt, and I slipped my arms into it forgetting that I had intentionally ripped the buttons out when I wanted to...kill Vico.

I scoffed to myself. That seemed like forever ago but in reality, it had only been a few hours. I couldn't wrap my brain around it and I stopped before I hurt myself.

It was indeed a mystery but alas, the body wants what it wants. Leaning down, I planted a kiss on his lips as a thank you. Is that too...intimate? I nearly laughed at myself. He saw every part of you and liked it and you're asking if a kiss is too intimate?

I stared down at him, struggling to understand what he was thinking. Did he want me to leave? Did he want me to stay? He didn't say anything and I buttoned up what I could.

"I have to answer that," I muttered, and he gave me a tight smile.

I wish I could read you.

Stepping away from him, I frowned at the sudden shift in his mood. It almost had me on edge, but again, I reminded myself that if he wanted to kill me, he had the chance when I let him put both hands around my neck with my legs around his waist.

I walked away from him, rushing to the phone that had been ringing non-stop. Finding it, I was surprised to see that it was Alexis calling me and not Mario. Mario. That little... I took a deep breath in and answered the call, trying to find my shoes at the same time.

"Yara!"

"Alexis," I muttered, scoping the living room. Nothing. Where the fuck are my shoes?

"You're alive? Where have you been? Mario is losing his damn mind—"

"Mario?" I repeated, pausing. "Alexis, don't tell Mario that I answered your call. Okay?"

"Okay, but why—"

"I don't have time to explain," I said, locating my shoes on the floor besides the counter. "Just—I fucked up a little but I'm good. Please don't tell Mario that we spoke."

"Yara," Alexis said, her voice stern. "I got you. Don't worry about it. If you say you're good—you're good."

"Thanks," I breathed, hopping on one leg with my phone between my ear and shoulder. Finally, I got my shoes on and I grabbed the phone, letting Alexis know that I'll call her in about an hour or two.

I needed to get my life together. I needed to know how to approach the Mario situation. I needed to know if I could believe Vico over someone I'd known for the majority of my life. I needed...time alone with my thoughts.

"You're leaving?" a voice spoke behind me.

I turned around, finding an unhappy frown on Vico's face. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Vico," I sighed, running my hand through my hair to untangle the mess. "I can't stay here."

"Why not?" he asked, his face serious. It genuinely seemed as if he wanted me to stay and for reasons that weren't sexual. Vico almost appeared to be disheartened by the revelation that I wasn't staying and I dropped my arms, walking up to him.

"I don't want to go," I said quietly, staring up at him. . "But I kind of have to."

He didn't say anything except stare at me.

"Vico?"

He turned his head away from me, his jaw clenching. "If you leave here and Mario finds you, you're dead, Yara. You'll be dead and then what? I'm just supposed to forget about you? I know I've known you for five fucking minutes but—"

"Okay," I interjected, finding the confused look on his face funny enough for a smile to form on my lips.

"I'll stay, Vico. But only for the night." I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was already three in the morning. Leaving made sense until it didn't. Where would I go? What would I do?

"You sure?" he asked, his shoulders no longer tense and his eyebrows no longer in a scowl. He's that easy, huh?

I nodded my head. "I'm sure. Now run me a bath before I change my mind."

He grinned, already on his way to the bathroom. "Yes, ma'am."

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