𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑅𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑙𝑦.

#69

-D.F

"What do you want to eat?" Emilio asks sliding a shirt over his chiseled body. I know what I'd like to eat. Emilio's body was perfection, every bit of it. God took extra long on him carving every single muscle to a Tee, it wasn't easy keeping my head on straight when his body was on show and I finally had gotten a taste of what it was like to be with him.

I shove my dirty thoughts to the back of my brain while I toss on one of Emilio's shirts onto my own bare body. "You're cooking?" I ask now gathering my hair at the top of my head and wrapping it into a ponytail. Emilio nods now tying the string on his pants tightly.

"We can always order in as well, or go out. It's up to you," He steps towards me applying a chaste kiss onto my cheek. But- "Dalia hasn't picked up, knowing her she's probably asleep. It'll only take an hour or so and then we'll go home to Spear," he says answering my question before I even got a chance to think it.

"No you can cook," I smile shaking my head in disbelief. Emilio nods stepping towards me, he hums simply pecking my cheek softly and grazing his hand with mine as if teasing a hand hold, a second later he walks out of the room with a smile. I'm about to slide on the shorts I had from the night before but as my hands drop from my hair I realize how long the shirt actually was. I turn around in a mirror a few feet away satisfied that it covered my panties entirely. I fold the shorts on top of my dress and slide on a pair of fuzzy socks.

Humming I slowly make my way down to the kitchen enjoying the apartment lit by natural light from the windows. "Davina?" I scream as the doors to the elevator open without warning.

My eyes widen when they land on Xavier, Jackson, Easton and Killian, four faces I had not planned on seeing at all this morning. This apartment needed a door. Instinctively my hands go to the bottom of the shirt I wore tugging it down past my mid thighs where it hung.

"Why are you screaming?" Emilio whipped the kitchen door open vastly allowing it to echo throughout the living room. When Emilio's eyes hit the men in front of me they immediately switch to my legs hardening in the process. "Look away." His tone does a one eighty sending chills down my spine. I back up slowly towards the stairs.

"I'm just going to...." I start off pointing to the top of the stairs over my shoulder. Killian's eyes had never left my face but still he trained them away lifting his hands in the process. The other three men slowly rack my body and send suggestive glances at Emilio who looked near to snapping their necks. "Put on pants." I mumble the last bit before turning around and now making a run for it.

"Look away!" Emilio yells at them.

I chuckle to myself as I race back into Emilio's room and slide on the shorts I folded. "Oh shit." I say stumbling against a drawer by the wall and slightly opening it. Stabling myself while holding the handle I can't help but catch what was inside the drawer.

Is that a...

There was not one but three different types of guns inside the drawer. I knew Emilio had always had one either on or near him but I had never been so close to one alone. Guns scared me, but as they sat completely untouched and probably not even loaded, I felt slightly at ease.

I look closer unable to help it. While I run the pad of my thumb over one I think to myself how it could possibly feel shooting it or even holding one. Biting my lip I wrap my hand around the handle of the smallest one thankful that it was the one closest to me and lift it a few inches in the air.

My hand is still inside the drawer as I debate with my myself whether I should take the gun out or not, ignoring that it was already around my palm. I don't let myself touch the trigger leaving my pointer finger to stand loosely from my grip.