His Way

Red Lingerie

*Mature Content*

I woke up, stretching and yawning as my head pounded, slightly tipsy from the night before.

I stood from my bed, my head pounding impossibly harder, as I took off my ripped shirt, reminding me of Amalia trying to pull me off of Ace.

I went to my shower after I finished undressing, slowly stepping in as the hot water traveled down my stiff muscles.

I threw my head back sighing as I un-shamefully imagined Amalia's little hands rubbing along my muscles loosening them.

My mind drifted off, wondering what she did as I left her last night, satisfied at the thought of her playing with herself.

I washed up, scrubbing my hair with the same soap I used on my body, rinsing it and stepping out as I began brushing my teeth.

Satisfied that my mouth felt clean and the leftover taste of alcohol was long gone.

I started feeling better besides the slight annoyance I was feeling from the pounding in my head.

I felt on edge like anything could tick me off.

I got dressed in my typical suit, raking my fingers through my hair before walking out.

I walked downstairs and into the kitchen only to find it surprisingly empty.

I frowned as I noticed a yellow sticky note sitting on the counter as I walked over.

I felt myself become impossibly angrier, my face heating up as I read the note.

"Went our to the mall, be back in a couple hours."

I unconsciously squeezed the end of the counter as I looked down at the horribly drawn smily face that sat at the bottom of the note.

"Fuck!" I hollered out as I slammed my fist down against the granite counter tops, my adrenaline to high to feel any pain.

I swear to god if anything happens to her everyone's gonna pay.

I quickly pulled my phone out my pocket, aggressively dialing Christi's number as I threw it against my ear, becoming agitated as the phone rang a little bit to long for my liking.

"Hello." Christi chirped into the phone happily, making me second guess my approach, not wanting to be to harsh.

"Where is she?" I questioned lowly, not Completely hiding the anger in my voice.

"We're at the mall, I told you we were going remember?" She said sarcastically into the phone.

That's the game she wanted to play, so that's what we were gonna play.

"I want to speak to her." I said lowly, once again gripping the edge of the counter.

There was a slight pause and some shuffling.

"What Alfio?" Amalia questioned, her voice slightly calming me, my muscles slightly relaxing.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, trying not to come off aggressive or demanding.

"Shopping." She said sarcastically, like it was completely obvious.

"I want you back soon." I said seriously, no longer able to hide my demanding tone.

"I'll be back soon." She said blowing me off, rushing me off the phone.

The phone beeping as it hung up angered me causing me to throw my phone across the counter, staring at it as it slid across,
dropping to the floor.