WURAOLA

SIX

I sat on the kitchen island at 2:23 A.M, mixing the batter for pancakes while my stomach rumbled.

"Should've probably eaten Vince's ugly spaghetti" I sighed before shaking my head. No. Not eating that spaghetti was a great choice. For some reason, Vince thought showing off his lack of cooking skills was a great thing to do tonight.

I wasn't risking it.

I couldn't sleep because I stayed up late to finish a book.

I don't regret it.

I quickly made a stack of shapeless pancakes and grabbed a bottle of orange juice from the fridge, uncapping it as I walked back to sit on the kitchen island.

My hair was in two high buns and I wore a pair of pajama shorts and a blue tank top.

I hummed to myself and swung my legs as I ate on the kitchen island with a new book choice in my hand. Slowly, I felt myself dive deep into the depths of the book, visualizing every character and scenario.

"Nora Roberts?" I screamed with a jump, causing my bottle of juice to pour to the ground. My eyes were wide as I watched the juice continue to spread on the white tiles of the kitchen.

"Oh" I whispered to myself before looking up at the intruder. Just like I had lost all my words in the afternoon, I lost my words now.

"H-hey" I stuttered shamefully. His eyes were dark and he had a pencil tucked in his high bun. He donned a pair of blue pajamas as he leaned against the door jamb. I couldn't get over how melodic his voice was. His voice was heavily accented. Much more accented than Vincenzo's. His hands were in his pocket and he walked to the fridge.

Like he had ignored me in the afternoon, he ignored me now. I pouted and jumped off the island. I was about to clean up the mess on the floor when he cleaned it up himself.

"You have to be more careful. God knows why Gianni got you here if he can't fucking take care of you" he warned in a soft tone without looking at me before he went back to the fridge. I frowned at him and then at my food.

"I'm um...Wura" I called and he glanced at me. I inhaled deeply, now knowing how those girls in high school movies felt when their hearts 'skipped'. I always thought it was a stupid word to use.

'Skipping'

"How did Gianni get his hands..." he trailed off, looking at my hair before he smiled softly. I knew my hair was a mess and I tried to pat it down but it was in two buns. Not much that I could do.

"How did Gianni get his hands on such an untainted beautiful flower like you? Tell me, neonata. How?" He gulped audibly and I bit down on my lower lip, thinking about how I had been taken away. I shook my head, looking down at the book on the counter.

"Hmm" he hummed softly and I looked up at him. He ran his index finger along my nose and then over my lips.

"Gianni gave strict instructions, Tino. You're not supposed to touch her" I exhaled when I heard Vincenzo's voice. I was looking into Tino's eyes. It was impossible to look away. His smile had vanished and I just wanted to hug him. His fingers on my lips slowly ran down my neck, causing me to tilt my head as that familiar sensation in my lower belly reappeared. A hungry throb in between my thighs.

Were my panties wet? How?

He wrapped his hand around my neck and a small sound left my lips. Tino grunted out before pulling away.

"Tell Gianni to fucking take care of her. She's fucking cooking by herself! What if she gets hurt?" Tino snapped at Vince who was clearly thrown off. He walked towards Vince, towering over him.

"And you, Vin? Why did you leave her alone?" I gulped, clenching my thighs together as he yelled at Vince. My hands distractedly slid up to my neck where his hands had been only a few seconds ago.

"I apolog-" Vince began but Tino walked past him, bumping his shoulder against Vince as he made his way up the stairs. My eyes followed him.

"I gotta do something about you, Sweetie. Why didn't you wake me up?" Vince walked towards me but my eyes were transfixed in the stairs. I wondered what would happen if I went up there?

My hands went up my neck again and I gulped, feeling uncomfortable wearing soaked panties.

What exactly was going on?

"Do you want me to make you something else?" Vince asked again and this time, I looked at him. I bit down on my lip, wondering if I could tell him. He raised a brow and looked at my hand sitting on my neck.

"A little freak. How perfect" he chuckled before taking a piece of pancake, probably laughing at my expense.

[A/N: I'm genuinely curious. How do you eat your pancakes? Personally? I like them cold and I roll each pancake before eating it. If you cut your pancakes when they're in a pile...you're a psychopath. If you take your pancakes with honey...you're a psychopath too. If you put pepper in your pancakes...y-you...I have no words for you. You're a psychopath. Sorry]

"My underwear is soaked" I whispered and Vince began to cough violently, coughing out eaten pieces of pancakes on the floor.

"Ew" I cringed and frowned at him.

"Dio! What the hell, Wura? Why are you telling me that?" He looked horrified and he eyed me.

"Cause I don't know why!" I threw my hands into the air while Vince eyed me like he had been traumatized.

So. I wrote this a couple of hours before Pastor Sage got taken down.

Anyways...I found back up for Pastor Sage and No...I won't be putting it up. I am really sad about it because we already reached 500k+ but it's all good.

I just don't understand what's restricted in a book tagged 'Mature'. I don't understand. I literally almost cried last night! I put a warning up on every chapter even when it was tagged mature. I don't think I hate any app as much as I hate this orange one...well...I hate Facebook too but that's done!

The only books that will be up are TDI and Wuraola. At least for now. Please bear with me.

Now! Sage or Tino or Gianni or Vince? *wiggles monobrow* I sell these men on Amazon...so...if you want one of them *winks nauseatingly* I'm only a comment away.

Enjoy! I love you! [Except the person who reported my book ihy]
-Aduke❤️