Loving a Killer | 18+

1.1 - Changes

| Norah |

Everything had changed. I knew everything had the second we walked out of Oasi and got into the Ferrari.

And when I woke up the next morning, head slightly aching from the amount of vodka that had been drunk the night before, I still couldn't get rid of the feeling that I had made an awful mistake.

I pulled myself out of bed, groaning as I sat up too fast. I grabbed some clothes from my closet and went into the bathroom.

As I showered, I scrubbed and lathered myself to the extreme, trying to wash off the memories of last night. Soon enough, I stopped trying and just stood under the hot water. My fingertips brushed my lips, reminiscing on how Maddox's had felt on mine. A chill ran down me and I stopped myself from slipping back into the feeling.

Had he really affected me that much last night, or was that the alcohol?

I've never been a big drinker, so there was no way of knowing if it truly was the alcohol.

Everything seemed to be a blur once I had stopped drinking, but the memory of Maddox losing control and touching me was so vivid.

And I loved/hated it.

I don't know what came over me. Before last night, you couldn't even see me on the dance floor unless forced. I'd never been drunk before, and that was the truth. Twenty-three and I was much more accustomed to staying at home reading.

Last night, I was a whole different person. A slightly drunk, frightened girl that needed to forget the mess she had found herself in and found the worst ways to do so.

Last night, I felt my old life slipping into being solely a memory, and now I could feel how everything was new; changed. All triggered by the man my father pays to kill, and now babysit, for him.

I turned the faucet and stepped out of the shower. I dried myself off and wrapped the towel around my body. Looking into the mirror, my face flushed as I noticed the dark purple marks bearing themselves proudly on my neck.

I could feel him on me, his chest pressed against my back, his fingertips crawling on my skin softly, then gripping tight. I could feel his lips on my neck, his palms on my thighs.

I swallowed down the reality of what had happened and knew all too well why I had done what I did. And also why I hadn't even tried to stop it from happening...

I changed into my clothes quickly and shook the pressing thoughts from my mind.

I left the bathroom and went over to the vanity, grabbing some concealer. I swiped the thankfully pigmented makeup all over the marks and blended it in. I don't know how, but the color matched mine, enough so you couldn't spot the difference. I did the rest of my makeup and talked myself into leaving my room to go get breakfast.

When I got downstairs, I entered the kitchen and found all the men sitting around the table eating. As expected, all heads turned to me when I came in. All except for Maddox.

For a second, I felt all color drain from my face.

Did they know?

Then I remembered all the things I had said to Adriano and realized that no one had seen me after that. Except for Maddox of course.