Rage

♠TWENTY ONE♠

•Salvatore Camara•

As part of my morning routine, i couldnt help but indulge in a long deliberate stare at Raquel, it was 7:49 and i was supposed to be at work by 8, but the thought of being punctual didn't exactly motivate me.

I liked her enough to keep her, it wasnt a particularly thoughtful decision, but i did reckless things all the time without judgment, so this wasn't anything new.

Spinning slowly in my chair, already dressed in my suit, I watched her sleep, her long, bare legs twisted in the sheets. She'd felt too warm last night and stripped off her dress, leaving her in nothing but underwear.

Imagine coming home to find Raquel half-naked, curled beneath the sheets. The only clue I had was the glimpse of her bra strap, but that was enough to know what was underneath without crossing any lines.

Not that I needed anything more. The sight of her olive-toned legs was already enough to stir something in me, something primal and dangerous. When was the last time I felt like this for someone? I pushed the unwelcome thoughts away.

As a kid, I used to laugh when my brothers talked about their crushes, how girls could drive them insane, make them feel out of control. I didn't understand it back then, why anyone would let another person have such power over them.

And here I was, older and supposedly wiser, trapped in that same web of desire. I hated the idea of being controlled by someone, no matter how stunning they were. My body was my own. So why the hell did she linger in my mind, this seventeen-year-old girl?

I still watched my prey even do the prey in person was hated, her hair was a living hell, and her lips, those lips that—

My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. I cursed under my breath, silencing the call without checking the screen. When I looked back at her, Raquel's eyes were open, bloodshot with confusion-and anger.

The sheets had slipped from her shoulders, revealing a hint of her breast. My gaze lingered, and she quickly pulled the covers over her body, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

"What happened?" she demanded, her voice sharp. I was in no mood ready for her behaviour i sighed knowing my supposed haven time was up.

"Answer me" she said in that raspy spanish voice, i knew the lady wasnt spanish but taunting her with it was a fun task. How the hell didnt she even feel drowsy?

You see brazilians hated the stereotypical thought of being assumed that they spook spanish, they didnt. They spoke portuguese, which also sounded like spanish.

Which made me wonder why it was such a big deal. I remember the glare on her face when i told her the mi casa, su casa. Joke. The look on her face was priceless, the kid has zero sense of humor.

The thought popped in my head too quickly, "I never knew spanish women were soo loud" i said smiling. Some may call it a racist statement, but i didnt care when it came to Raquel. She should scream all day. It'll be fun to watch.

Her eyes became darker and i almost laughed. "what happened?" She asked, her eyes at the verge of scorching, i sighed again, she was making this damn boring.

"Do you really want to know?" I asked leaning in on the chair, watching her brown eyes glare at me, even do she was angry, i knew there was a bit of fear laced with her emotion. I wonder what she thought happened last night.

"Yes, i wouldnt be asking if i didnt" she scanned her body. "And where are my clothes?" she asked tighten her grip on the sheets.

"One question at a time, rage"