Beneath A Casanova {#1}

Part 2

Part 2

That guy was a jerk. She was a hundred and one percent sure of it, and he irked her. She knew she shouldn’t have been so rude to someone she wasn’t well-acquainted with, but she was definitely well acquainted to the way he looked at her, as if he couldn’t wait to gobble her up.

It disgusted her that she was seen in such a way, but she couldn’t help it, could she? She could not blame herself for being a mix-blood. Her mother was Hawaiian, her dad was Scottish, but she’d been raised in sweet mainland America for most of her life.

Still, she shivered at the way her body had screamed for her to react.

She couldn’t believe it. She hadn’t had any feelings for any man for a long time, determined that they were all cockroaches of the vilest kind, but the moment she’d laid eyes on him and his perfect windswept black hair that hung messily around his perfect face, her heart had skipped a beat. She tried to ignore it, but while she’d been waiting in the room, trying her best not to let her eyes roam over his perfect god-like body, she couldn’t deny that heat slowly pooling between her legs.

Lust had hit her extremely hard when she finally dared to spare a look at him, sighing in soft relief when she realized he was on the phone –his attention away from her. She had literally felt his gaze on her, and she had struggled not to melt into a puddle on the floor, especially when he gave her that sizzling look right before she walked out.

Men are jerks. She reminded herself as the wind cruised by her.

“Cara mia, you are holding me too tight.” An amused voice shouted above the wind, and she quickly loosened her hold around friend’s waist. Alvron flashed his amused smile at her in the rearview mirror, and she slapped his back playfully.

“I am still in the midst of convincing myself that not all men are jerks, Alvron. You should do something to please me to make sure I don’t come to that conclusion. If I do, then you’re going to suffer.” She advised, holding the Italian’s waist gently now, as if she couldn’t bear to touch him at all.

“Sure. When we get back home, I’ll throw you on my bed and ravage you with my tongue.” Alvron replied, laughing when she gave an offended exclamation, hitting him on his back again.

They reached their small apartment shortly after and she went in first as Alvron parked his bike carefully. The thieves in the vicinity were getting more atrocious by the day, and her friend had almost met into an accident when he realized that the brakes to his bike had been stolen. Thank goodness Alvron had been cruising slowly along the road before he realized that the breaks weren’t working.

The crash into the tree had cost them a few months’ worth of savings, but it was nothing they couldn’t earn back. At least Alvron hadn’t been seriously hurt.

She spent some time on the three different locks on their door, leaving them all open for Alvron’s arrival after her. She set the kettle to boil for some tea to soothe her throat. Now that she’d made it past her first round of auditions, she needed to start taking care of her throat to make sure she could compete in top condition.

“Chica. It’s dark. Why didn’t you turn on the lights?” Alvron’s voice was amused as she heard the locks click shut on the door, flooding the messy living area with light when he clicked the switch on.

“I didn’t want to see the mess you made of the living area.” She groaned as she spotted a hint of whitish stain on the couch.

Alvron grinned, raising his hands in surrender. “Wasn’t me. It was Lindy. She was crazy over me.”