Little Bambina

Eight

Allison

Last night was a mess.

A complete disaster.

I can't believe I lost my composure in front of my papá and more embarrassingly, in front Carlos. It's all Kells's fault. This one is totally all on her. She put my business out there in front of everyone. What ever happened to best friends keeping each other's secrets and having each other's backs?

I yawn looking up at the ceiling. I've been awake for about twenty minutes dreading leaving this room to face Carlos. He managed to successfully drag me out of my papa's house last night and brought me to his lovely home and put me to bed in the room I'm currently in. He swore we'd talk about my behavior today which is why I refuse to step out of the four walls of this bedroom.

The longer I stay in this room the more reason he has to come and see me. I get out of bed and head to the bathroom to shower. I don't have extra clothes and I'm definitely not wearing last nights clothes. I have no choice but to face Carlos.
I step out the shower and out the room with a towel wrapped around me. I paddle barefooted around the hall opening every door hoping I'll find his bedroom.
"Carlos?!" I call out giving up after looking into the seventh room.

Just how many rooms does this mansion have? And why does he need such a freaking huge place when he lives alone? Does he even live alone? But who am I to talk, papá's house is huge and only three of us live in it, papá, Matilda and I.

"Beauty." I startle when Carlos speaks just behind me I did not hear him approach me. He's too close for my liking. I can feel his hot breath on my neck. I fear turning around to look at him.
"Uhm, I'm in need of clothes. Please."
He doesn't say anything for a few seconds. I'm so close to turning around so I can face him but I decide against it when I feel his hands rubbing my arms up and down. His touch creating goosebumps on my skin.

"Look at me." His voice hoarse sounding rough. Damn him and his voice. Now I'm all hot and bothered. How does he get it right to make three simple words sound so sensual?
I just met him yesterday and he already has such a strong effect on me.

I turn, very slowly, to face him holding on to the towel extra tight we don't want no incidents do we now.

Now I have to crane my neck to look up at him. I swear there's nothing my height can do for me, nothing but make my life miserable. I would be happier if I was just a few inches taller. Is three inches too much to ask for?

"You look so beautiful, Beauty." He caresses my face with his thumb.
"And that has nothing to do with me needing clothes. I feel really uncomfortable wrapped up in a towel with nothing underneath. So..."

He chuckles shaking his head then kisses his teeth.
"Let me hold you for a little bit." He states rather then ask for permission placing his hands around my waist pulling me closer to him. This is what happens when you give a man a little taste, after that he thinks he can claim you as his.

"Alright Mr Bonfonelli, I think it's a little too early to be getting your hands on me. I need clothes, like yesterday." I take his hands off of me and take a few steps back creating breathable space between us. He takes a step closer to me and I place my hands on his chest stopping him from getting any closer. All I can feel are hard muscles through his expensive suit. Damn him and his freaking hot body.

"Stop, I need to get dressed and leave. I have an assignment to complete that's due tomorrow. Some of us are still in college." I lie without breaking eye contact. I don't have any assignment but he doesn't know that. I just wanna avoid whatever conversation he has planned and I can't go home either so Kelli's place it is. Although we fought last night, that's just how we show love to each other, through fighting be it verbal, non-verbal or physical. That's just us.

"I'm only letting you go because I have to go to work. You can spend the rest of the day here. Don't think I forgot about the talk we should be having." He looks at me with a serious expression and I roll my eyes in annoyance.
"You know it's considered disrespectful to roll your eyes at someone."
"Whatever. Can we make it quick." I snap my fingers in his face.
"Follow me."

We ended up in what seemed to be his bedroom. It definitely is from the scent, it smells just like him. So masculine. He gets a white shirt and grey sweat pants from his extra large walk-in closet. I take the clothing items from him and tell him to turn around so I can get dressed and he does. His shirt is large, too large for my small frame and so are the sweats but thanks to my big butt I'm able to keep it in place without falling.
"All done!" I say excitedly. He looks at me and smiles showing his oh so pearly white teeth. It's a genuine smile.
"You should be wearing my clothes more often."
I look away hiding my blushing face.
"I'm still barefeet." I look at him pouting batting my lashes.

He emits a low, guttural, animalistic sound and charges to me then kisses me roughly trying to stick his tongue in my mouth. I'm caught off guard so I just stand in place not knowing what to do with my eyes wide open and arms by my sides.
I push him away from me a few seconds later glaring at him.
"What is wrong with you?!" I shout at him. "You can't just do that, I mean you can but not like that."
"Forgive me, Beauty. I didn't think. I just saw your pretty lips pouting and all I could think of was to kiss them." He says sincerely with guilt written all over his face.
"Its okay. Just get to work. You'll find me here when you get back."

I find myself in Carlos' kitchen a few hours later baking a cheesecake. I live for anything with cheese on it, in it, under it or around it. I love cheese so why not bake myself a cheesecake to kill time cause I'm bored out of my mind in this mansion.

The bell rings and I just ignore it thinking maybe one of the house workers will get to it. It rings again then again and again. I'm completely irritated at this point.
"Somebody to get the door, please!" I yell at no one in particular. The bell rings again and I march to the front door angrily and yank the door open with full force.

"What!?" I say with attitude. My breath stops when I look at who's at the door.
Lord, forgive me for I'm sinning with my thoughts. I know I'm supposed to get married to Carlos but this kind of temptation is hard to resist. I think I'm drooling at this point. Yes, Carlos is freaking hot but so is this man before me.

Carlos has jet black shoulder length hair with bright blue eyes, a perfect nose, pink lips high cheek bones and a sharp jaw line. He stands at approximately six feet two inches.
But the man before me is slightly paler than Carlos, maybe an inch or two taller than him, he's got dark brown shoulder length hair, emerald green eyes, high cheek bones too, kissable pink lips and a sharp jaw line similar to that of Carlos.

"You done staring, Beauty." He smirks winking at me in the process. I think I might need a new set of panties, fuck that a new set of pants since I don't have any panties on.