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Later that evening, I lay in bed. I hadn’t seen Anastacia since we locked eyes from the window. I’d knocked on her bedroom door for dinner, but she shut me down, which wasn’t surprising. She didn’t even respect me enough to answer me. I didn’t even want us to eat together but I also didn’t want her to bloody starve just because she couldn’t bear to look at me. I had Gino leave some food outside her bedroom door, which before I came to bed was still untouched.
I picked up my phone and typed out a message to her.
Me: Did you eat?
Anastacia: Why do you care?
Me: It was just a question.
Me: Don’t read too much into it.
Anastacia: I didn’t plan to.
Me: Good.
The status changed to read, and the three dots danced in front of me before they stopped as quickly as they started. I lay there for a moment longer with Anastacia crowding my mind. I placed my phone on the side and headed towards my door. I didn’t know why my feet directed me to Anastacia’s room or what I would say when I got there, but I wasn’t one to apologise and I wouldn’t start with her.
Her door was ajar, the lights were off, and it was silent. I knew she wouldn’t have fallen asleep that fast, she had only just texted me. I pushed the door open slowly before stepping inside. There was no sign of her. There was no opportunity for her to sneak out of here, so where the hell was she?!
“Anastacia?” I whispered. “Where the fuck are you?” My voice grew louder with each word I spoke.
Something wasn’t right.
As if on cue, she appeared but not the way I imagined.
Her smooth, toned legs wrapped around my waist, her dainty hand pulled my hair, letting my head fall back against her shoulder while the other held a blade against my throat.
“Why the fuck are you creeping around?” she whispered in my ear, her lips brushing my skin.
“It’s my house,” I replied quickly.
“It’s my room.”
“Put the knife down, Ana. You don’t want to shed blood, especially mine.” I smiled.
“Oh, really? For all you know, I would fucking bathe in it.” She pressed the blade against my skin, and I was sure she was drawing blood.
She was more powerful than I expected. She knew movesI didn't, and I should have been nervous, oreven fearful. I was anything but; the warmth of her body around mine turned me on.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked wrapping your legs around me,” I joked, the blade biting at my skin.
“Go to hell.” She sneered.
"Only if you'll come with me," I replied, lifting my free hand and disarming her in seconds, the carpet cushioning both the knife's fall and ours as I trapped her beneath me.
“You look good under me, sweetheart,” I said, my eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room as I noticed she was wearing an oversized t-shirt that had ridden up, exposing her skimpy underwear. “Did you wear these for me?” I whispered against her bare skin.
“In your dreams,” she snapped, pounding on my chest.
I secured her hands above her head as mine tightened around her wrists. My head dropped down as my forehead rested on hers.
"What do you want, Lorenzo?" she panted out.
“Right now?” I laughed. “You,” I whispered quietly against her lips.
“No, you don’t. You want a toy, and unfortunately for you, that’s not me.” She spoke firmly as she tried to wriggle free.
