14 Nights In Emeliano's Bed

~07~

~07~
Emeliano's pov

    "What. The. Hell are you doing in my house?!" I yelled.

There were no words to describe the intense anger boiling inside of me. Seeing Marcos was something I never ever liked, ever since we were kids. Marcos took my happiness away from me, Marcos and his money obsessed mother.

   I've never hated anyone the way I hated Marcos.

"Chill bro... Don't forget it's also my place, and I can come and go as I like." Marcos said in his usual calm and collected voice, which seemed to have increased the anger boiling inside of me.

"You have no place here! Get out Marcos, stop testing my patience." My grip tightened.

"Ouch, you're hurting me." Rebecca said from behind me.

   I turned to find my left hand circled around her wrist, when did I grab her? And why?

"Come on Emeliano, let go of her." Marcos said.

I whipped my head back to his direction and sent him the most sinister glare I could put on. "What do you want Marcos?"

"Let her go- she has nothing to do with this, you can't just hold my-"

"It's none of your business Marcos."

Marcos smirked. "We both know it is- we both know why you're doing this. Come on, leave Becca alone- grow up and get over it okay?"

"Emeliano, you're hurting me." Rebecca said again, starting to pry at my fingers and twisting in my grip.

  "Just shut up!" I said to her and turned to Marcos again. "I won't say this again-"

"Fine- I'll leave," He smirked at me and turned to Rebecca. "See you some other time, Rebecca.". He winked at her and left the mansion.

   I turned to look at Rebecca to find her blushing at Marcos' irritating gesture towards her.

If only she knew.

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Rebecca's pov

I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks.

   The way Emeliano held my wrist in a possessive manner, made me want to blush. Why this out of the world of possibilities? I tried to fight the heat from rushing up to my cheeks, but it was impossible- that little act of his was killing me.

What are you thinking Becca? You're supposed to hate this guy, not blush because of him. You have a boyfriend, a boyfriend that is worried out of the world about you, get your thoughts straight.

Emeliano is a bad pretty boy! Bad bad!!!

   He pulled me forward, making me stumble after him, his fast strides set a brutal pace. "Where are you taking me?! Let me go!"

We climbed up the stairs, I stumbled from time to time but he didn't care, all he did was pull me along with him, that death grip still around my wrist.

   Finally reaching the top of the stairs, he pushed open an unfamiliar door and threw me inside, he came in too slamming the door closed behind him. His breathing was hard, there was a little bit of frustration mixed with anger in his eyes.