𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘-𝐎𝐍𝐄

I sigh as my mother goes on about something I'm not even interested in.

"Can you believe she was wearing stripes? To this kind of event? Not class." My mother judges, brushing imaginary dust off of her navy blue dress.

My father sighs. "Katherine, love. Maybe we should leave Emilia to mix with others. I do want to speak with Mr Clarkson."

My mother nods. "Of course, sweetheart. Are those the business owners?"

My father nods with a smile. "Let's go. Then we can sit down because Mrs Thompson," he kisses her forehead. "You look rather beautiful tonight."

She blushes. "Oh, thank you."

Ugh. "Can you just leave now? I can't stand the pair of you."

Dad laughs. "We'll see you in a bit, Em. Let me know when Antonio returns from the restroom."

I put my thumbs up. "Will do."

I walk over to the bar almost wobbling in my heels because my feet are too tired today to be high up.

"Hey, gorgeous." A voice greets me from beside me.

I furrow my brows and scan the man in front of me. He had black hair, a nose piercing, and a few next tattoos but they weren't nearly as attractive as Antonio's neck and hand tattoos.

I hate that I'm even comparing him to this guy right now.

I can't find it in me to find this man attractive and I would have before but it's like Antonio ruined me for anyone else.

"Hey."

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"I'm happy buying myself a drink, thank you for the offer though." I turn to look at the drinks and think about what I want to waste myself on tonight.

The man walks closer to me. "I'm Martin."

I step back. "And I'm not interested." I chuckle nervously and Martin laughs.

"Okay, that was good. Is there a reason or you just don't want to?"

I scan the room hoping my parents aren't seeing this and encounter.

My mother is laughing loudly with another couple and my father is staring at my mother in awe.

He's so in love with her and I don't get it. If I was her husband I wouldn't be able to cope. But I guess the way I'm treated will always be different to how her and father's relationship is.

They're so I love and it's sickening.

At least that's one thing good that's happened in my life. My parents truly love each other.

Though I grew up in a home that wasn't as friendly and sweet as I wanted it to be, I still got to whiteness my parents dance in the kitchen at night, cuddle and go through life together.

I was able to see how my father treated my mother and beset the perfect example of how I need to be treated by a man. I feel like Antonio is that man for me but he doesn't like me like I do. And I'm down bad.

I wonder why my mother's love for my father doesn't spring to me. I'll never get it.

I brush away my thoughts when I feel his arms wrap around my hip.

"Martin? I don't think-"

Before I can finish my sentence I hear Antonio's deep voice. "Get your hands off her if you plan on keeping them."

Martin raises a brow. "How the fuck are you?" He turns to me. "How is he, beautiful?"

Anger flashes in Antonio's eyes. "It wasn't a fucking choice. Get your hands off my girl."

Martin puts his hands in the air. "Whatever." He walks backwards until he's somewhere else lost in the crowd.

"Antonio-"

"I killed him. Seb and Gio have taken the others."

"That's not what I was gonna ask," I whisper.

Antonio clenches his jaw, his eyes still I'm the direction of where Martin left.

I finally broke. "You know what, Antonio? Let me just get this off my chest. Can you tell me why you care that he was talking to me? I was just about to get a free drink. Maybe a little kiss."

Antonio pulls me close to him his lips curled in annoyance. "The fuck did you just say!?"

I turn my head and he brings my face back to him with the pull of his fingers on my chin.

I shake my head. "I'm tired of pretending I don't have some feelings for you. Everything you say or how you treat me is fake-"

I gasp as Antonio pulls my hand and places it on his chest. His heart is pounding. Fast. "Tell me, Emilia. Does that feel fucking fake to you?"

"N-no," I whisper.

Antonio leans close to me and his lips brush against mine. "We'll stay a few more minutes then we're leaving."

"I want you."

"Soon, Tink."

I feel all giddy inside as his hands slide up and down my waist. I hum. "Soon."

𖤐𖤐𖤐

I breathe heavily as my clothes are ripped off of my body.

"Please," I beg.

"I can't hear you. Tell me what you want Emilia." Antonio whispers in my ear.

"You. All of you." I say louder.

"Good girl."

I mumble his name as he presses his light kisses on my cheek.

"Is this okay?"

I nod with a slight grin on my face. "Yes, everything's perfect."