Danger Prone

Hungry Eyes

SEXUAL CONTENT: BEWARE YOUNGSTERS!

Please leave feedback and vote if y'all enjoyed it :) this song came on while I was writing this chapter and I immediately pictured this song as Cristiano's and Ava's song!!! I love this song lol #dirtydancing

I was determined to forget about him. I hadn't gotten any sleep the night before and I wasn't about to let that sexy prick get the best of me.

My shift started at ten and my anxiety was beginning to creep up again.

What if he was there again?

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I looked in the mirror. My dark brown hair was extra wavy today and my makeup was on fleek if I do say so myself. Then my mind drifted back to him... God, he was so sexy.

I put my hands onto my breasts and closed my eyes. I could feel my nipples becoming harder as I massaged them sensually. Heat shot to my core and I lowered my hand to my pussy, rubbing my clit rapidly. I began to moan louder and louder and then the fucking doorbell rang. It was probably Layla wondering if she could borrow a lingerie.

I pulled open the door and there he was. And somehow he looked even hotter than he did before.

"Ava Capello, we meet again," he said cynically.

My eyes bugged out of my head.

"How the fuck do you know my name?!" I screeched.

He snickered and his eyes traveled up and down my body causing heat to spread throughout my body.

"How, do you know my name?" I asked again.

Without answering, he pushed past me into my apartment. He plopped down onto my couch and stared back at me.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I demanded, my hands firmly on my hips.

"I know lots about you, rossa. I know that your birthday is February 19th, 1992, your favorite color is... mint green, and you absolutely hate when people contradict you. How'd I do?" he grinned and motioned for me to come closer.

Well, that's not creepy at all...

"Like hell I'm coming near you! I wouldn't even touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half-foot pole!

"You're a mean one Mr. Grinch, you have termites in your smile..."

I smiled to myself at the comparison that I had just made. I wouldn't be surprised if he did have termites in his smile.

"Quoting the "Mr. Grinch" song?" he inquired in amusement.

That bastard.

I balled my hands into fists in rage at this man. He was a total dick.

A sexy af total dick...

"Rossa, listen to me. Let's take a little walk you and I, huh?"

I caught something in his voice that I hadn't noticed before. He had a slight Italian lilt to his voice and he obviously knew Italian.

"I need to be at work in ten minutes," I replied, and his black eyes darkened.

I turned around to get my coat when I felt cold metal pressed against the back of my head.

"Not so fast, po' rosso. " he said and I froze.

I was breathing heavily now, and not from sexual frustration. I didn't move a muscle and he lowered the gun from my head. I turned around to face him and he pushed me against the door.