MAEVE HAWTHORN.
What?! Why does he show up in my room at my most embarrassing moment?
I could feel the wetness of my pussy as it throbbed and my body vibrated as my lips parted but I immediately bit my lower lip to suppress the moan that was about to slip out of my mouth.
My blood pounded and my head felt hazy as I stared into the green eyes looking down at me, tearing through every part of my being, my bone, like claws.
I really need to say something now or he’s going to think I’ve passed out.
Heat rushed to my cheeks and I felt the heat making its way to the tip of my ears and the back of my neck as I thought of something to say.
What do I say? I can’t tell him I was having a wet dream about him. Also, why is he so damn close?
Sweat formed on Enzo’s forehead and the way his breath shook, I could tell that something was most definitely wrong with him.
His face was angelic and the more I stared at him, the harder it got for me to say something even remotely coherent.
“I- I was-” I stuttered, my vocal cords, my mind and my mouth betraying me as I took my time staring at his beautiful face.
His compelling green eyes, the firm features of his face, his mouth that seemed to be whispering my name with his parted lips that revealed his perfectly white teeth.
I was folding real bad just by staring at him, his face soon melted into a smile that caused my heart to stop beating as it did a double back flip.
“Were you having a wet dream about me, M-”
“NO!” I immediately denied as I looked away from his face because I knew that if I kept looking at him then I’m bound to tell him the truth.
My throat felt dry and I felt my legs shaking, my heart ached under my breast, beating so erratically that it was impossible to get it steady.
“You don’t have to get so defensive, Maeve,” he responded, my pussy and my heart throbbing in response to hearing Enzo call my name so seductively.
“What?”
“I saw you moving in your sleep, heard you moaning and then heard you calling my name,” he explained and the heat I felt intensified as it spread through me, “I know you were having a dream where I’m fucking you.” He added.
How can he say something like that with a straight face?
His lips curled into a smile as he moved his face away from mine to let out a heavy sigh, his body was atop of mine but he didn’t seem heavy.
His body warmth was what I craved the most, his heart thumping so fast and a little too loud that even I could hear it. His jaw tensed and soon, the sound of his laughter filled my room.
It sounded like music to my ears and it wasn’t until now that I realized that in my two weeks of staying in the same house with Enzo, I haven’t heard him laugh so heartily.
He threw his head back and let out a great peal of laughter and I felt a soothing warmth spreading through my insides even though I had absolutely no idea why he was laughing.
It felt like an invitation that was too hard to resist, his eyes narrowed as he rested his muscles, pushing himself on top of me now so that I could carry his heavyweight.
Yet, he’s not so heavy. What should I do now? Do I kiss him?
“It makes me happy, Maeve, really happy.” He said when he was finally done laughing and somehow, that made me feel happy as I trembled under him.
He cupped my face with his large hand and the mere touch of his hand sent a warm shiver rushing through me, I felt suddenly conscious of where he had touched me.
Enzo’s long finger touched my lips as he stared at it and my body tingled from the contact. I hated to admit it but right now, I wanted him to kiss me.
‘What are you thinking, Maeve?’ I mentally scolded myself as I tried to get away from him even though I had no desire to back out of his embrace.
“Stay still, please.” He begged, his voice was low as he pinned me into the bed, his knee driving my legs apart and soon, his face was just an inch away from mine.
“What do you think about me now?” He inquired, his eyes barely open but I could feel them boring into mine, my heart hammered foolishly and the pit of my stomach churned as I thought about his question.
What does he mean?
“Why should I care about you?!” I snapped at him as I writhed beneath him but his body held me in place.
“Because I changed my looks for you.” He smiled, it was a really bitter smile that shattered my heart into a million pieces.
Why is he doing this? Why the hell is he doing this?!
“I cut my hair short because you said you hated my long hair,” he chuckled and my lips parted. I wanted to tell him to stop, to not make me feel bad for saying the things I said when I clearly wasn’t thinking.
“I tried to stop talking and even right now, I’m sure you can tell my voice is lower than usual and that’s because you told me you hated the sound of my voice.” He added, laughing bitterly.
“Stop it….”
“I’m wearing this uncomfortable shirt so that I can cover up my tattoo, my man is out of town and I won’t be able to get it off for the meantime but I hope this is doing the trick.” He paused.
“Please, Stop.” I muttered, my voice lower than low as tears welled up in my eyes. I couldn’t believe my ears, I couldn’t believe Enzo would go this far just because I said what I said.
Now that I think about it, he was about to say something to Levi when he suddenly stopped and resorted to texting and now, his voice is low and as turned on as that makes me, I want to hear him talk normally.
He had gone this far because of me? Because he wanted to make me think of him as less irritating?
I wanted to say something but I hesitated a moment as I stared at him. He looked as though he was waiting for me to say something, like he was waiting for an approval from me.
How can the Don, the most feared and powerful man in the country, be this vulnerable in front of me?
How can a man like Enzo seek my approval?
“Does my appearance still annoy you?” He questioned and the chill between us seemed to grow even more.
A cold knot formed in my stomach and my nerves tensed immediately as I searched for answers.
How do I tell him that I never really hated him? That I’m just mad at the world and at my father and then at him for making me feel these things that a relationship of more than three years couldn’t make me feel.
I don’t hate him. I’m just mad at him for making me feel these things.
“I d-” my voice trailed off as I breathed in shallow, quick gasps, the tight knot within me desperately begged for a release but what exactly do I fucking say?!
Despite his closed expression, his visible jerkiness, I could tell that something was really wrong with Enzo, he looked so fucking……
…….. Vulnerable. Did something happen?
Leaning closer to me, I felt his warm breath brush my face harder this time and the warmth was a mixture of something that immediately loosened the knot in my stomach, replacing it with something else.
That’s why? He’s not in his right state of mind. He’s drunk.
Seeking to get free, my body was immediately weakened by the quivering of my limbs as Enzo also kept me in place, easily overpowering me.
“Tell me, Maeve,” he started, his alcohol-ridden breath brushing my face, almost causing me to barf.
He’s drunk and his body won’t stop burning up.
“Am I really that irritating to you?” He asked and I felt my heart skip a beat, “do you really hate me that much?” He added.
The answer to that question was really a NO but I could barely say it to him between his heavy breath, my erratically throbbing cunt and his weight on mine.
“Why do you care if I hate you?” I heard myself ask and he drew in a sharp breath as he leaned even closer, torturing me with his breath that reeked of so much alcohol.
“A lot of people already hate you, mine being added to the list should pose no problem for you.” I finished and he chuckled dryly, the sound making my ear bleed.
“Because, Maeve, I- I can’t- I can’t-” he stuttered as he hiccuped, his eyes boring into mine before falling atop me, “I can’t live knowing you hate me so much.” He finished as his body laid helplessly on mine, his temperature burning through my skin.
“You’re the one person whose feelings I actually care about.”
What?!
He doesn’t mean it. He’s drunk and doesn’t know what he’s saying.