The Kings [Austin Mahone]

42 - "Drake Wouldn't Treat Me Like This."

ACM's POV

Throughout the car ride home Isabella stayed silent. She looked out the window and sometimes fiddled with her fingers. When we got back to the house she quietly opened her door and trudged into the house. Deciding it would be a smart move to keep my distance for now I chose to take a small nap on the living room couch.

I woke up with Isabella shaking me with a small pout on her lips.

"What happened?" I groaned running my fingers through my now messy hair.

"And why am I almost naked?" I asked giving Isabella a questioning look who just smiled innocently pressing her full lips together.

"You seemed uncomfortable in your jeans, so I took them off, and then you kinda looked like a girl sleeping with just your shirt on so I took that off too." She mumbled tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"Are you sure it wasn't because you wanted to wake me up with you on my dick?" I retorted as Isabella gasped smacking my arm playfully, giggles erupting from her mouth.

"You're unbelievable." She shook her head. Most of the lights were off inside the house besides for the living room lamp that illuminated the room.

"So why exactly did you wake me up at ten fifteen at night, gattina?" I asked, shifting underneath her body as she pressed her hands against my abs to keep herself steady.

"Ummm. . . well it's kinda because my knees hurt-"

"Yeah well let's see," I interjected, pausing my sentence to count on my fingers showing her all ten of my fingers.

"Yeah it's been more than I can count on my fingers since you sucked my dick so-" She smacked my arm as I laughed wholeheartedly, loving the way she got embarrassed every time I said something sexual.

"You are such a sex crazed pig!" She squealed, her face turning bright red.

"Anyways, before you rudely interrupted me," She spoke flipping her long hair over her shoulder.

"It was really dark and I couldn't see so I kinda. . . might've. . .fell down the stairs, a few minutes ago." Isabella frowned, bending one knee up to show me her bruised skin. I laughed out loud at her clumsiness making her pout again.

"Stop laughing at me." Isabella whined, her nails pressing against the indents of my sculpted abdomen.

"My poor little baby." I teased, making her side glance me with a pout once again.

"You're such a little kitten Isabella, always needing attention." Rubbing my knuckles over her cheek I pulled her in for a kiss.

"I feel really clingy sometimes, I'm sorry. . . it's just that you always make me feel better." Isabella apologized, tucking her head under my chin.

"Non scusarti." I said kissing the top of her head.

Don't apologize

"Mi piace che tu mi ami, gattina."

I love that you love me, kitten.

"Okay good, because sometimes I really feel like I annoy you to death." She mumbled into my neck making me chuckle, because she was right. Sometimes Isabella got on my nerves and irritated me, and I felt like she was Satan's descendant, and wanted nothing more than to stuff her into a small box and lock her in the basement. But at the same time she was so small, and just really cute, I couldn't hurt her even if I tried, she was just too precious. . . wow I really sound like a pussy. . .