Mr. Vincenzo | 18+

thirty-six

I am extremely sorry for the delayed update. I tried to get it out but I couldn't. So thank you everyone for waiting patiently. I hope to get back to regular updates from now.

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e l o i s e

I attempted to walk right past and ignore him but Dylan held my wrist. My skin seared. "Won't you greet an old friend, Eloise?"

Keep calm. Don't create a scene.

"Let go," I said. He rubbed his thumb on the inner side of my wrist and smirked in a way I used to find handsome. Thin, red lips pressed together, lifted up from a side, blond hairs fallen on his forehead, green eyes mischievous but now, all I saw now was a sinister glint. Maybe because I now knew what a mischievous smile between lovers looked like.

Vincenzo smiled at me like that when he teased me.

"I heard you haven't been able to get over me still," Dylan said, eyes brimming with lust as he gazed up and down my body.

A nasty shudder crept up my spine. Even when I allowed Vincenzo to look at me with no attachment but lust, he didn't look at me like that. Not even when I'd be naked for him.

Dylan licked his lips. "You look different, barely anything like you did back in high school. You've grown hotter."

Hot. Such were the words I used to like when he complimented me. I wondered why he rarely called me beautiful but Lana assured me that these hot and sexy words were better compliments.

Vincenzo took all of that away. The adoration in his eyes was enough yet he kept on telling me how beautiful he saw me to be.

I wriggled my wrist to free myself from his grip. Dylan's eyes snapped up to meet mine and his grip tightened. "I don't think I have been able to get over you either, Izzy. Can we forget my mistake and move on?"

Izzy. I used to like it someday. I laughed when he said 'Eloise' was too much of a tongue-twister, thought he was just looking for any excuse to give me a nickname.

It was just a homophone for Easy.

"But I could get over you and I did. Let go of my hand. Now."

Looking back, I could now see it. What I said had never truly mattered him. He wouldn't have fucked me in boys' locker room if it did. So as I told him to let go, he only took step ahead.

"You didn't, Izzy. Don't lie to me. I know how much you liked me."

And I spent enough time mending pieces you left behind without remorse.

A hand clasped on his wrist, pale against Dylan's slightly tan skin. It gripped so tight, its pads turned white and Dylan's skin burned red.

"You heard her. She said let go."

Gone was all playfulness from Ryan's voice, leaving a hard, cold, unspoken threat behind.

Dylan's jaw clenched. He was used to having his way with me. If it was a few months back before Vincenzo, maybe he would have had his way again.

"It's between the two of us. You don't need to step in, whoever you are," Dylan said.

"Step back or I will punch out your teeth."

"No need to get rabid, street boy. If you don't understand how to behave in a place like this, it's better you never step in here again."

Ryan's body swung to a side as he punched Dylan. Hard. Square in the jaw.