The Other Half [ON HOLD FOR REWRITE] / MAFIOSA

Chapter Twenty One

A/N: I hit my first writer's block this week, thus the late update. Sorry, I'm having difficulty building up to the game changer of this story, where everything comes out.

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Alarice Guillermo

  Truthfully, I don't know what went through my mind when I decided to ask out Sebastian just a few minutes ago, but there's no going back. I didn't even take the consideration that I could be placing his life in danger by him just being with me in public.

  As I shower, I debate on whether or not taking him to the places I have in mind will be a great idea. But there's also this other voice inside of me that's urging me to do it, knowing that he deserves to know more about me. And funny enough, I feel like weights are pulled off of me when I share a piece of me with him. It feels natural, just right. Since last night, I feel like I want to share more with him. Not need, but want.

  He hasn't exposed me in my weakest state, nor has he tried to hurt me emotionally... yet. No, it's ridiculous of me to think that he would.

  But, is it really though?

  Sebastian hasn't given me any reason to believe he would. The trust I have with him isn't the greatest, but it's also not minimal. For someone who has a hard time trusting people, he's won mine over fairly quickly, and that says something.

  Even though I trust him, I can't tell him about Julia and James, at least not yet. Speaking of them, I haven't seen or heard of any activity from them, it kills me to not know what they're planning, which makes me feel guilty to take out Sebastian out today. Hell, I feel guilty for being near him, even in my house. But Sebastian has made it clear, he won't let me push him away.

  For whatever reason, he wants to fighting for a chance with me.

  And that makes me... happy?

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  "Where are we going, mi Reina?" Sebastian asks as we pass the entrance of Central Park

  Before we left my apartment, the only bit of information I gave him was that he needed to wear something comfy, so I gave him a pair of sweatpants and a clean white t-shirt with a warm hoodie from Wesley's clothes that he leaves over. I was afraid he wouldn't fit them, because his figure is more muscular and built than Wes' but he fit them just right. The shirt is tight in the right places, hugging the curvature of his muscles and torso perfectly, it honestly made my mouth water a bit.

  I chuckle then elbow him gently. "Typically the girl would ask that, how does it feel to be on the other end of the stick?"

  "Ha, ha. Well, Alarice, I have some news for you." He closes the distance between us, I feel his breath right on my ear, making me feel hot. "I like it when you take charge, only with me and only for you."

  Something about his word makes my cheeks heat up, what?

  I clear my throat and continue to walk down the chilly Central Park pathways. Silence engulfs us and my mind floats back to the first time we were both here, or well, when I was here and he followed me. The first time he showed the first bit of concern over me, and jealousy later on.