"Look at me" his deep voice echoed off the walls, his toned abs even hotter in this lighting. His hand met my bruised lip, gently touching it, his eyes met mine and I noticed a small bit of regret flashing over him but it was gone as soon as it came.
"Oriah, please look at me" he pleads, as much as I don't want to be around him right now, I obliged and turned my head to the right, he was hot I'll admit but right now, I hated him with every single bone in my body.
His hand then again brushes my hair off my bloody forehead, I flinch away "Don't you dare touch me you prick" I want to punch
him so hard if his toned chest wasn't pressing me against this goddamned wall. For a respectful mafia boss, his son was a piece of shit and treated everyone like they were just scum on his shoe.
"Last night, was something different from before riah, you can't deny it" he whispered, why the hell is he whispering? The room is empty and its just stupid. "Ace, last night was nothing! We were just out drinking, so what!! I go out drinking with everyone here! Including the guys!" I yell.
Anger flashes across his face and before I can even react, my face comes in contact with the cold hard floor, more blood leaving my body.
A seductive story of tragedy and mischief.
Shit! What are they doing here? What do they want? Does that mean he is here too? Nothing ever good comes with him around... Just keep your head calm, lay low. Hope they don't expose you.
My heart is beating. My cheeks hot, and my blood rushing. Memories of the past is back to haunt me. They are pushing their way back.
Warm hands are on my skin. His hands specifically. His breath is pushing against my lips. Hot breaths. His scent is all I can smell. A pleasant addictive scent and his gaze is heated. My back is against the wall. He has got me cornered again and there is nowhere to run...