Temptations

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The guilt I carried with me was unbearable.

I knew I shouldn't have done what I done but- I'm really not sure why I done it. Out of jealousy? Out of annoyance that he kept calling me Carmen?

I don't know what made me do such a thing.

I admit, that was a very low move of me... now I have to carry what I've done for the rest of my life from the famous Sante being hospitalized with a broke knee- or whatever he broke because his knee down is in a cast.

I walked in his room behind his parents with sleep deprived eyes. I've been up crying about many of things, not just about Sante.

His eyes roamed the room and never fell to mine.

"Get her out." His voice filled with hatred making tears immediately sting my eyes.

"Sante, I-"

"I said get the hell out!" He yelled now looking at me with emotionless eyes that were so dark. I flinched at his tone as Haynes stood up and quickly smashed his good knee with his fist making Sante raise up and groan in agony.

"Haynes!" His mother yelled out making me quickly exit the room as tears fell to my cheeks. Once I reached outside I was in full on sobs.

Hands wrapped around my waist making me turn to see Sante mother. "Dear, please don't cry over my son's poor behavior. He is acting super childish, immature, and stupid. You are too pretty to cry over boy." She spoke with a strong Italian accent making me wipe my tears.

"I- I- I know what I did was wrong-"

"Wrong? What's wrong with doing the same thing men do with women? Men in my lifetime have done what you've done to me. And you know what I had to do, I had to take it like my son should have. Don't feel guilty because my son decided to drive the car knowing he gets panic attacks." She reassured me and gently rubbed the sides of my arms with a small smile.

"What are the panic attacks caused by? I've noticed he has some certain triggers." I pointed out and she raised up her eyebrows.

"What triggers have he shown you?" She asked and I looked down embarrassed. "I rather not say, but it has to do with something sexual." I uttered as best as possible. I really didn't feel comfortable telling his mother our old business.

"Ahh, I see. Well it truly isn't my word to speak on what causes his triggers. You'll have to ask him- I know you both- well my son is in a mood however I don't feel comfortable telling his story." She informed me making me give an understanding nod.

She sighed pulling away, "how are you getting home?" She asked, "I took the quicks taxi- I guess I'll take the bus." I gave a small smile and she shook her head no frantically.

"No, no, no, dear. At this time?! Oh please, I'll be a fool letting a beautiful young lady ride public transportation alone. I'll get a guard to drive you." She smiled as she texted on her phone and I thanked her Plently of times.

Not long, a black Escalade pulled up and a guard quickly exited out the drivers seat to open my backseat door.

I thanked Sante mother, "thank you Mrs. Morelli-"

"Oh please, my name is Serafina." She gave a smile before dismissing herself.

-

I picked up my violin that was hidden all the way deep back in my closet. I blew the dust off it before coughing from inhaling small pieces of dust.

I haven't played this thing since grade school.

I bit my bottom lip just as Marco walked in my bedroom with a small smile. "Hey- a violin?" He arched his eyebrow and I gave a nod.

"Can you play?" He asked and I gave another nod. He smiled from ear to ear, "well." He approached me wrapping his arms around my waist, "we need a violist at this important dinner. It would add a perfect touch." He smiled and I sucked in a breath.

"Marco- I haven't played in decades." I informed him and he frowned slightly tilting his head, "please... baby?" He whispered and I groaned knowing I always give in with his little pout.

"Fine. When is it?" I asked him pulling out his hold to put the violin where it belongs.

"3 days from now-"

I turned around quickly with my eyes widen, "3 days from now? Jeez Marco." I sighed and he took me from behind, "take your time baby... relax." He whispered in ear as he caressed my hips making me bite my bottom lip.

"How's Sante? I've heard what happened-"

Way to kill the mood.

"He's fine." I brushed out Marcos hold and headed to the rest room but he took my hand and sat me down on the bed.

"Talk to me baby, don't run. What have happened?" He asked taking my chin lifting it up so I could look at him in his eyes.

"Nothing-"

"Baby communicate." He sternly said as he stared down at me making me gulp, "it's- remember the time I FaceTimed him while you know- long story short he wasn't pleased seeing me." I muttered and he chuckled pulling away.

He leaned on the wall tucking his hands in suit pants, "Let me guess, he blames you for the accident that he clearly caused himself considering he has panic attacks." Marco said and I furrowed my eyebrows.

"What's up with everyone knowing what's behind his panic attacks but me." I grumbled, "he has to tell you. Not us." He said now leaning off from the wall.

He planted a kiss on my forehead, "goodnight sweetheart. I have somewhere to go-"

"Where?" I asked him.

He gave a smile before caressing my cheek and leaving my room without an explanation making me curse out and throw myself on my bed.

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