ENZO DE-LUCA
My teeth clattered as I winced and my head hurt so much that just trying to think proved to be extremely difficult. Pain rippled through my entire being as I groaned.
What the hell happened?
A sickening feeling settled in my stomach and my head pounded so hard that I couldn’t open my eyes without feeling like there were people in my head trying to kill me by hitting my brain multiple times until I’m dead.
“Fuck.” I groaned again as I tried to think back, to force myself to remember how I’d gotten so hungover and although it took a while, everything soon started coming to me.
I remembered talking to Levi and when we finished agreeing on what time to lay the ambush for the rival gangs, I went back to my study to thoroughly go through the plan but I could barely move forward with my scrutiny.
My mind was conflicted, my head was empty and I couldn’t think of anything but Maeve, the thought of her was so interrupting that I kept drinking to get myself to focus but even that didn’t work.
I grimaced when I tried to move my arm and realized just how sore it felt. Forcing myself, I thought back again and remembered that I had an insane urge to see Maeve but everything soon went blank.
What happened after that? Did I actually go to see her?
Finally, I opened my eyes and I regretted everything about that decision. Everything seemed too clear and that hurt my eyes, causing me to close them back immediately.
Slowly, I opened my eyes again and got accustomed to the unusually bright light. I glared at the ceiling for a while but nothing in this room looked familiar to me or it looked too familiar.
Where the hell am I?
Turning my aching head slowly, my eyes widened, the realization of where I was hitting me full force and throwing me into the depth of awakening as I saw Maeve sleeping peacefully next to me.
I soon felt the heaviness of something on my forehead and when I touched it, it was a towel. Slowly, I stood up and that was when I realized that I was shirtless.
Oh No.
Closing my eyes for a moment, I forced myself to think back even harder and the only emotion that swept through me when I realized that nothing had transpired between Maeve and I was relief.
I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if I’d taken advantage of the fact that I was drunk. Taking the towel off my head, I slowly made my way out of the bed but my movement must’ve woken her up.
Maeve stood up, her face paler than usual, making me feel guilty for seeking her out and letting her go through the trouble of taking care of my drunk self.
“You’re awake?” She yawned as she ran her fingers through her already messed up hair. Her mouth was wide as she opened them, covering a little part with her little hand.
Her high, exotic cheekbone on her delicate face almost made my knees weak and I was almost sitting beside her before snapping out of it.
She looked beautiful early in the morning and as far fetched as the thought seemed, I wanted to keep waking up beside her.
Her cheeks were flushed and my hand itched to move the hair that had stuck to one part of her cheek away, her generously curved parted lips called out to me.
“Do you feel better now?” She questioned and I could hear a hint of worry in her voice as she looked up at me.
She looked so innocent and yet so fierce.
There are tons of things that I wanted to do to her right now, things I would have done if things between us weren’t so complicated.
Searching my pocket for my phone, I let out a heavy sigh when I realized that I’d probably dropped my phone in the study before staggering here like the fucking drunkard that I am.
“What happened last night?” I asked a question that I obviously knew the answer to and I watched as her eyes lit up, mischief glowing in her eyes as she leaned back a little.
Her visible cleavage made my cock twitch in my trousers and involuntarily, my eyes traveled down her body, taking in the perky boobs that I could see through her transparent cloth.
Her boobs were full and my mouth salivated at the thought of wanting to take her pointy nipples in my mouth.
“A lot actually,” she responded in a teasing tone as she lifted one of her brows, “you should remember, ‘oh Enzo. Fuck me, Enzo. Yeah, I’m coming. Right there, yes, harder.’ Don’t you?” She finished and I couldn’t help but smile.
Those were the exact kinds of sounds I wanted to hear from her, sounds I remember hearing last night but I know really well isn’t because I was fucking her.
“If I fucked you, Maeve Hawthorn, I’ll definitely remember.” I said, my voice low and her smile faded a little when I said that but it didn’t take long for the smile to come back to her face.
“Oh Really? I’m that memorable, huh?” She said, the smile in her eyes contained a sensuous flame and her lips were set in an irresistibly beautiful smile as she threw her head back.
Inside me, I winced before joining her on the bed, cupping her face with my palm and moving it so that she was staring directly at me. Her lips parted and I wanted to cover it with mine.
The urge to fuck her mouth with my tongue was intense, her throat looked warm and I just wanted to feel that too. Her face colored fiercely as she stiffened.
Stains of scarlet appeared on her cheeks as she blushed, her breath quickened and I could feel her cheeks getting warmer, heat stealing into her face and I didn’t need a soothsayer to tell me that my closeness to her was what had caused it.
“No, Maeve, you’re not special,” I spoke and saw the blush receding from her face as her eyes soon glistened with a familiar hatred and anger.
“You’re no different than the girls I’ve fucked before.” I lied before pulling away from her. The shock was visible on her face and her brows drew together in a frown.
Without saying anything else, I picked up my shirt and walked out of her room, leaving her to deal with the aftermath of what I’d just said to her.
I had no idea how much time had passed, I’ve never had a night rest as peaceful as the one I just had in Maeve’s room and as I walked down the hallway, I felt people’s gaze on me.
Some of them were shocked that I was coming out of Maeve’s room but most of them were not surprised at all. Ignoring all of them, I opened the door to my room, trying everything humanly possible to escape from the thumping of my heart.
A reaction only Maeve had managed to get out of me.
“Good Morning!” A mockingly cheery voice caused my eyes to fly open at once and that was when I saw Levi lying comfortably on my bed, eyes scrutinizing me.
“Stop.”
“You look like you had the perfect night,” he laughed as he stood from my bed but I only ignored him as I made my way to the window, staring into space and giving myself back into oblivion.
“Nothing happened.” I responded curtly and I felt rage creeping up inside of me, my blood boiled as flames of anger swept through me.
My fist clenched and my teeth gritted, I shouldn’t be mad but the fact that nothing happened between Maeve and I got me angrier the more I thought about it.
I felt a stab of anger as I smoked with rage within me, fury tearing through me and anger rippling within me.
My fist clenched even harder and without thinking, I dug my fist into the window, shattering the glass. Pain surged through me as I bled but it was nothing.
“What the fuck, Enzo, what the hell are you doing?!” Levi shouted, his worry heavy in his voice as he rushed towards me but this physical pain is nothing compared to what I was feeling inside of me.
“What’s wrong with me, Levi?”