Little Bambina

Nine

Allison

"H-how?...did uhm, d-did Carlos tell you about me?" I mentally facepalm myself. Why am I stuttering? Get it together, girl.

"No." So curt he is. No need to be rude, sir. I roll my eyes.

"Then how do you-how do you know me? Cause only he calls me Beauty. But that's not important, who are you?"

"He calls you Beauty? Interesting. That's very interesting." He stares at me intensely void of emotions.
I gulp.
He is so intimidating it's scary.

"Uhm...you uhh, you still didn't tell me who you are."

He walks past me and enters into the house.
"Hey! You can't just walk into someone else's house like that!" I rush after him. He stops abrubtly and I end up bumping into him and stumbling backwards. He turns around.

"Where is he?"
"You mean Carlos? He left for work. But you still didn't tell me who you are and what you want." I fold my arms across my chest and look at him.
"Hmm." He hums looking at me expressionless. Actually, he stares at me to the point where I'm creeped out.
I break my gaze from him. If there's anything I can't stand, is intense eye contact. It makes me feel so awkward.

"Are you his friend or something?" I ask hoping he'll at least answer me this time. I look at him to find him still staring down at me.
"Can you please stop staring. It's making me feel uncomfortable." I mumble tapping my foot on the floor.
"Forgive me, Beauty. I just find your beauty to be out of this world. You're so much more beautiful in person. I didn't expect to see you so soon."

Wait. Hold up. Did he just say the words 'in person' and 'expect to see you so soon'? Cause if he did that means he knows me, right?

"You know me?"

"Yes." He answers me, at least he answered two of my questions. That right there is what I call progress. But I was expecting him to tell me where he knows me from or how he knows me, you know just elaborate more and not just give me a 'yes'. I mean it's not everyday that you meet a strange gorgeous man who knows about you.

"Right... Uhm, how do you know me?"
"Were you baking something?"
I groan in annoyance. Is he going to keep avoiding my questions? I honestly give up. I'm done being nice to this insanely hot man for all I know he could be a stalker or how else could I explain him knowing me.

Calmate, Allison, calmate. Maybe I should just not show interest, it always works out. Imma ignore his good looking ass and act like I'm not bothered by his presence. I need to check on my cheesecake anyway, don't want it to burn.

I give him one last look then make my way back into the kitchen. I can hear him behind me following me.

"Dude, why you following me? I thought I told your ass that Carlos ain't here and since you don't wanna answer my questions I need you to fuck outta my face."
I instantly feel a hand grab my shoulder and turn me around. I come face to face with the hot guy. Actually face to chest since I'm like I'm 5'2 and his over 6 feet.
He then grabs my neck squeezing it a little too tight. I try to take his hand off but he grabs both my hands with his free hand and holds them tight.
"Get your.. hand...off of...me." I struggle to speak cause its hard to breathe. I try kicking him but he blocks me and moves his body closer to mine. So much for personal space.

"I dare you to talk to me like that again." He seethes, his voice dangerously low with warning. His facial expression is enough to make me run back home to my papá. The veins by his temples visible, they look like they're about to burst. I can see his jaw clenching. I'm afraid. So like the little bitch I am I shake my head in fear for my life.