"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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Z A R I A H
The ride home was dead silent.
The tension was thick and it didn't help that the car smelt like sweat and sex. Isaiah played music on the way there and he had it blasting loudly. I couldn't say anything to him even if I wanted to. I knew he was thinking about it because he kept nibbling on his lips and side eyeing me when he thought I wasn't looking.
Shit got weird, fast.
I didn't know what to say and neither did he. We knew that what we just did was wrong on so many levels but we still kept going. Do I feel bad about it? No. Would I do it again? Absolutely.
I'm just not sure if he's thinking the same way.
When he pulled up to the mansion, he got out of the car first and opened the back door to grab my dress. I let myself out and I walked in front of him up the stairs. The guards saw us and let us through and Isaiah acknowledged them all.
While he did that I straightened out my clothes as best as I could and flattened my hair. It was tangled from Isaiah's fingers roaming through the roots.
"Avere a qualcuno di pulire la mia auto" I hear Isaiah saying to one of them. (Have someone clean my car). I should think about learning Italian because I don't be having a clue about what they be saying. I just like the sound of Isaiah's voice when he does it.
The guard closest to the door opens it for me and I thanked him. He nods and goes back to his post. I walked in and was met with Sara's bright blue eyes.
"Miss Ivana! I've been looking all over for you!" She says with heavy breathing.
"I was at the mall. Everything alright?" I asked her as I tried to step as far away as possible so that she wouldn't smell Isaiah on me.
Speaking of which, he managed to slip away from us by walking quickly to his side of the mansion after he hands one of the maids my dress. He didn't say a word to Sara and I even after she greeted him.
"Everything's fine but Mr. Milan has been searching for you. He says you're supposed to be meeting him for dinner in two hours. Did you find anything at the mall?" Sara explains as she follows me up the stairs.
Oh shit I almost forgot about that. How the hell am I supposed to sit down with Damon knowing I just fucked his brother minutes ago in his car.
