Muscled Mafia Love {manxman}

Chapitre Huit.

Jamie Campbell Bower as Derek Giordano

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Muscled Mafia Love: Chapitre Huit

It felt like I was stuck in that moment and all I could do was revel in the warmth that belonged to the body of John Cavanaugh.

God, I wasn't even gay but this man was too damn gorgeous for me to function. He made me feel inferior to him with his good looks and I swear, I almost wanted to deck him in his face just to see what a bruise would do to his pretty face.

"Get off of me." I muttered with a blush on my face, pushing him away. "Haven't you been here so many times already?" I scoffed. "You know the place inside out." I said and I raised a brow when I started walking but I didn't get any response. "God damn." I heard him mutter and I turned slightly over my shoulder to see him staring at my lower regions.

My ass.

I fought the urge to not let out an unmanly squeak and I turned back to center, speeding up my walk. "So darlin', tell me about yourself. Besides the fact that you have a perfect ass." John caught up with me, throwing his arm around my shoulder and tossing a wink my way. My jaw dropped and my eyes widened, my face literally on fire and he threw a smirk on me.

"Ah, I see. I've rendered you speechless, huh?" John chuckled, throwing his head back and I was mesmerized by the sensation. "Well I'm glad you think I have a nice ass, seeing as you won't ever get it." I winked at him with a smirk, shaking my head as I continued to walk.

WAS THAT REALLY ME?

Damn, I'm good. I am bold. Bolder than the bolder font you see at the top of this page. I am one bold ass motherfucker. I deserve a medal.

Then I heard a laugh, one that was mocking me in disbelief. "It's cute, darlin', that you think that. The moment I laid eyes on you, you were mine from the start, Demetrios." He uttered my name in some exotic accent and I felt like I was going through cardiac arrest. "I think what you're looking for is called therapy." I muttered, looking away from him as we continued to descend down the hall.

"Eh, been there, done that. So tell me, Demetrios." He said and I raised a brow at him, his arm still around me. "Do you believe in love at first sight, or should I walk by again?" He asked in all seriousness and I stopped and stared at him for a second, the height difference between him and I becoming prominent.

He was every bit of 6'6 and I was only 5'11. 

"No, I don't believe in that period." I rolled my eyes, meaning every word. "Why not? Surely, someone as beautiful as you should have many people after you." He said. "Not that I want that." He muttered lowly but I heard it as he clutched me tighter to him.

It appalled me that I just met this creepy man and I was suddenly all calm in his presence, letting him hold me. 

I guess it was nice to have someone hold me after so many years of not having human contact. It felt great to not have to worry about the scars on my body.

"No." I chuckled. "What made you think such a disgusting thing?" I snorted. "No one is attracted to me. No one has ever been attracted to me, John, and I don't mind it." I sighed, realizing that I had gotten way too deep in my feelings and I had blurted out important things that I should've kept to myself.

Being near John Cavanaugh was taking a toll on me.

"Yeah that may be true but no one has been attracted to you, Demetrios, until now." I snapped my head up to him, turning a corner. "Oh yeah, just who might that be?" I asked, folding my arms.