The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 27

Chapter 27
Lucia POV

"Fuck You!" I heard Valentino shout over the phone at whoever I imagined was Lola. I could put two and two together and realized it was Lola. My ears remained pushed against the door, expecting to hear something more, but the abyss of silence took over.

I didn't see anything wrong with what Lola had stated. I should pleasure her; she deserves it. I simply don't understand why she wouldn't let me. My eyes sprang out of my head as I heard her footsteps down the hall.

I hurried into bed and threw the covering over my body. She slowly opens the door. Our gazes met. She offered a weak grin. I glance away slightly.
She entered and closed the door.

"Can I sit here?" She inquired as she approached the side of the bed I was on. The bed was huge; we could have shared it. I just don't understand why she was scorning me.

I believed it was because she understood who I was. I was not an American princess. I was a pass-around girl for men in Mexico. Of course, she would reject me.

I felt hot tears in my eyes and hastily turned away, giving her my back. "It is your bed." My voice trembled.

I push my body slightly over to give her some room to sit. When she sat, I could feel my heart pulse.

I like it when she isthis near. Just like previously, she hugged me. My lips quivered even more whenI knew I'd wrecked it.

When I realized I was making mistakes again, a wave of sadness swept over me. Iam prone to making mistakes. I failed to do anything correctly.

"I am sorry for yelling at you, Lucia." She began. My heart sensedthe apologies from a distance, like if butterflies were around it. But Icouldn't trust her. Martinez has also apologized to me, yet I have never feltthe same way for her.

"That's okay." I murmured gently.

"No, Lucia." It's not okay. I was angry, but not with you. I want tomake sure that I don't have any bad intentions against you, like he did."

Like he did. I know she meant Martinez.

"I want you to feel comfortable."

I nodded.

I gasped as I felt her hand grab my shoulder and gently flip me over to faceher. She had a sweet expression on her face when she glanced at me. I loatheand adore it. She was simply fucking sorry for me.

"I only want to please you..."

She grinned gently. "I know you." She replied. And you may makeme happy by making yourself at ease.
Don't do anything you believe you have to do to keep me in your good graces.You are a human being, and you will make mistakes and decisions. It's all OK. Iwill still be here for you."

My gaze scanned her eyes. God, everything she said was true, nothing but thetruth, but my brain did not perceive it that way.

"You shouldn't be mad at Lola."

"Well, I have to be furious at her. She is a little, fucking—" Shecollectively inhales and exhales via her nostrils. "From now on, I do notwant her near you. Whoever causes you grief, I will not be near you."

I shook my head; she didn't need to go the additional mile to secure my safety.I was capable of dealing with others.
At least, I believe I could. I watched her intently as my face drewnearer. She was going to kiss me to solidify our misunderstanding. Yes!

I would close my eyes, but I didn't want to miss anything at all. How could I?Her lips appeared to be going to brush mine, but instead they took a detourtowards my right cheekbones. She gives a short peck there.

"Your paperwork will arrive in a few days, and I have a little gift foryou tomorrow after work." She grinned, looking down at me.

"What is it?" Was it sex? I need to quit thinking about it.

"Tomorrow you will see." She grinned.