The Other Half [ON HOLD FOR REWRITE] / MAFIOSA

Chapter Eight

A/N: I wanted to say thank you for 200+ reads in total and 40 on chapter one!❤️ I hope you're enjoying the story and want to keep reading more. I'm having fun writing this x).

This chapter will have alternating POV's.

-not fully edited, oops-

Sebastian Valdez

Why am I doing this?

I look over to Alarice as I reach a stop light. She's probably in the most uncomfortable position right now, but I guess when your exhausted any rest is good enough. Her head is laying on the arm rest connected to the car door, her legs are in a crisscross position, and her arms are in the hole her legs created.

Es hermosa.

Her hair is fighting loose from the braid, her lips are slightly pouty, and, every now and then, her nose twitches ever so lightly. I can't stop looking at her, she intrigues me in every single aspect.

Man, do I want to kiss her lips... and everywhere.

A car behind me honks, snapping me out of my thoughts. I continue my drive home and think back to when we danced. It felt so nice to have her close, and I don't know why, but the way she moved with me was driving me crazy. She moved with ease and so sensual, it seemed natural to her; it felt natural dancing with her. When my eyes looked down at her lips, something inside moved me closer to her face. Then her scent empowered my senses, fuck it was hard to control myself. Her smell is intoxicating, a mix of chocolate with vanilla. All I wanted was to kiss her senseless, taste her, feel her plump lips against mine; just to get that out my system but that didn't happen.

We arrive to where my apartment is and I see her still sound asleep. Not wanting to wake her up, I pick her up and carry her to my place.

I settle her down in my bed and look at her. A thousand things run through my mind, shit even my heart is skipping a beat which seems to happen often when I'm around her, and I don't know why. I can't let her sleep in her dress but I also know she wouldn't like the idea of me undressing her... beats me, a lot of women would kill for that.

But she's not like them. A voice in my head tells me.

I pick up my phone and call the only person I know that can help me in this situation, Roxanne.

"Come over."

"I don't understand why I keep putting up with you, I should teach you some manners." She argues. I hang up the phone and run my hand through my hair.

Something is better than nothing.

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Alarice Guillermo

I wake up in a bedroom unfamiliar to me. The room is pretty basic, along with the bed, it's modern with a color scheme of black, grey, and white. I can tell this room is only used to sleep, but who's room is this? What exactly happened last night?

I snap out of my thought when I see an arm draped around my torso. I then realize I'm not wearing my dress but instead an oversized gray t-shirt that covers my upper body and blue plaid boxers on the other half. Who's clothes are these? I look to the other side of the bed and see Sebastian asleep. I can't help but stare at him, his unruly coal-black hair perfectly frames his Adonis face, his naked chest is rising up slowly as he breathes in, what a sight this is.