Just Neighbors (BWWM)

Chapter 13

When Marko pulled into my driveway later on that evening he literally "dropped me off."

"Goodnight." Was all he said.

I fully turned to him and intently scrutinized his blank expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing." Marko replied tersely.

I rolled my eyes at him and released a sigh of frustration.

"Marko." I pleaded and placed a hand on his forearm. "Look at me."

When he denied my command and turned to look out his window I had to fight back the urge to choke him.

"Look. At. Me." I bit out, trying to keep my tone neutral.

I heard him heave a sigh then eventually acquiesce.

"What?" Marko snapped.

I jerked back a little at his sudden change in tone but continued to hold onto his forearm for reassurance.

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked and careened my head to catch his wandering gaze.

"No, of course not." Marko abruptly replied, his voice dropping low as he held onto my hand. "It's-" He began to add until someone tapped on my window.

I jumped with a start and half turned to see Jonathan glaring at Marko who let out a groan.

"You should go." He finally said.

"We'll talk tomorrow." I promised and gave him a small smile.

"Sure." Marko replied and forced a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Well, I'll see you later then." I quickly added and patted Marko's hand with my free one.

I quickly grabbed my clutch and turned to look up at Jonathan who then abruptly took a half step back and opened the door for me.

I glanced down at the hand he extended to help me out of the car and refused it with a scoff.

"I had a great time tonight, Marko." I said aloud over my shoulder and waltzed towards my house without giving Jonathan a second glance.

"Michelle, hold up!" Jonathan called after me, slamming the door to Marko's Maserati shut.

"For what?" I asked bitterly, only stopping in front of my door to search my clutch for my keys.

But they weren't in there.

Shit, I thought to myself. They must've fallen out in the car when I dropped my clutch on the floor earlier.

I whipped around quickly to see if Marko had left already and noticed that he had just backed out of the driveway.

"Marko, wait!" I shouted and waved a frantic hand in the air as I shuffled over to his car in my heels.

"What's wrong?" Jonathan asked concernedly as I passed by him, but I didn't have time to explain.

I had to get my damn keys.

Then suddenly I felt Jonathan grip my upper arm and whip me around to face him.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asked, his face only inches from mine.

"I thought that was pretty apparent when I ignored you." I shot back agitatedly. "Now let me go!" I added and glanced over my shoulder in just enough time to see Marko peel down the street, leaving tire marks on the pavement. "Vaffanculo, Jonathan!" I cursed aloud and flicked him off after successfully snatching my arm from his strong grip.

"What did you just say?" He asked angrily as he followed me back to my house. "I don't speak Italian!"

"Fuck you!" I shouted in response and flicked him off again over my shoulder.

I then heard him scoff behind me and murmur,

"You already have."

Having had enough, I abruptly spun around, taking Jonathan by surprise, and began swatting at his chest in frustration.

"You're impossible!" I yelled angrily and pushed his chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps.

"Michelle..." Jonathan began to beg softly and held out a hand to comfort me.

"Don't do that!" I snapped and swatted his hand away. "I am so done with you!"

"Michelle." Jonathan growled lowly and pulled me into his chest. "Tell me what's wrong."

"You're suffocating me!" I hissed as I fought back the frustrated tears that stung my eyes. "And you just locked me out of my freaking house!"

"I did?" Jonathan asked and rose a questioning brow at me.

"Yes!" I shouted and broke down in tears.

"I'm sorry." Jonathan whispered into my hair and rubbed my back soothingly. "What happened to your keys?"

"They were in Marko's car." I managed to reply in between sobs.

"Oh." Jonathan simply said. "Well you can stay with me."

"I'd rather sleep outside." I spat and pushed against Jonathan's chest until he let me go.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked, furrowing his brows in frustration.

"I'm starting to think it's you." I snapped. "Ever since I met you you've been causing me nothing but trouble and now I'm-" I began to rant until Jonathan suddenly grabbed both sides of my face and crushed his lips into mine.

"I'm sorry." Jonathan murmured against my lips and kissed me again. "About everything."

"Stop." I begged as I tried to pry Jonathan's hands from my face.

"No, you stop for once." He growled and picked me up bridal style before leaning down to capture my lips again.

I quickly wrapped my arms around Jonathan's neck for support as he walked us towards his house and tried to break the kiss for a moment to protest, but Jonathan only shut me up with another pulse-racing kiss.

The last thing I remember was making it to Jonathan's bed and being laid down on it as he hovered over top of me and kissed his way down to my womanhood.

The rest was history.