39.

MAEVE HAWTHORN.
“W- what?!” I couldn’t help but scream even though I didn’t want to. His eyes were glistening and it was as almost as if he was smiling with his eyes.
The edge of his lips curled as though at the edge of laughter too and I could feel my body starting to react to that little action.
“I must say, I’ve been getting your attention a lot more than I think lately.” He finally gave in to that smile that has been tugging at the side of his lips and my chest tightened.
My stomach was clenched tight too and my eyes widened, I felt as though one of the veins in my head was about to burst open.
His eyes conveyed his amusement so much more than I cared for, his lips parted, revealing the perfect set of white teeth that he had and took pride in.
His eyes grew openly amused and amusement flickered in the eyes that met mine. Closing my eyes tight, I forced myself not to give in to his stupid, powerful and useless charm.
‘Focus, Maeve, you can’t let him know he has any effect on you.’ I said to myself, mentally scolding myself as I wrapped myself up with the duvet.
“What I do in my room is none of your business!” I snapped as I jumped out of my bed and made my way towards him, “and you have no right to barge in here like you own the place!” I spat.
Except, he owns the place and has every right to.
My mind was beginning to replay all of the reasons I was mad at him, the image of that man back in the basement from four days ago played back in my mind and my teeth gritted.
Anger washed over me and my stomach seemed to be boiling like there was a volcano in it at the verge of eruption, my hands shook and I just wanted him out of my room.
“WHY ARE YOU EVEN HERE?!” I yelled, my chest heaving as my heart pounded, “I don’t want to see you, I never want to see you ever again so what are you doing here now?!” I demanded.
Looking up at him, Enzo’s lips parted and I waited for him to say something but nothing came out of his mouth as he pressed his lips back into a thin line.
His eyes had a hint of vulnerability in them and I could see his muscles were tense as he looked at me with the kind of eyes that made me want to throw away my resolve.
The kind of eyes that break down my defence without any effort, he stared at me like I was the only one left in this world, the only one he could come to.
I haven’t forgotten what he said to me downstairs, it took me hours and masturbation to get my mind off it but now that he’s here, it’s all coming back to me again.
The silence in the room was deafening as I stood, waiting for Enzo to say something but he didn’t look like he wanted to say anything at all.
Say something, Maeve, say something.
“I asked a question and I want an answer!” I yelled and he jumped a little as if I’d managed to scare him, “What the hell are you doing here?!”
“This is my room, these four walls are my privacy and you should respect it. I don’t even care if the room is a part of your house or not or if you told me that I wouldn’t be allowed the luxury of privacy beforehand. I DON’T CARE ABOUT ANY OF THOSE THINGS?!”
W- why? Why am I yelling? Why do I feel like I’m going to cry?
Tears clouded my vision and my heart raced even faster as I looked at Enzo who only kept staring at me like I hadn’t yelled at him at all, it was almost like he doesn’t care at all.
Am I the only person still thinking about what he said downstairs?
Has he completely forgotten about everything? Shit, I’m about to cry. I hate this. All of this.
“I need my own privacy and…..” my voice trailed off and I hated myself, I hated the fact that I couldn’t remain strong till the end in front of this man.
“I’m demanding it right now.” I finished, my head lowering as my knees felt weak, my legs faltered and my head pounded, all of this made me feel like I was going to fall.
“Alright.” Enzo responded in a low and gentle tone that made me shiver as my head shot up at once to look at him.
What?
“W- What?!” I muttered, searching his eyes for the prank but they were dead serious, as serious as they’d looked when he’d suddenly told me that he’s in love with me.
Serious and yet, gentle and so tender that I could feel a warmth in my heart, creeping into every fibre of my being and making it hard for me to keep up with him.
“You’re right,” he sighed as he turned to look at the door before looking back at me and I couldn’t say anything, my tongue felt as if they’d been tied up as I watched him smile and run his fingers through his hair.
“You deserve your own privacy and honestly, I’m kinda getting tired of walking in on you touching yourself,” he laughed but there was no humour in that laughter at all, it was void of all emotions but bitterness.
“I’ll call my men and have them fix the lock and that way you can start locking your door and won’t have to deal with me walking in on you while masturbating.” He finished with a smile and the warmth I felt inside me became hotter.
The heat rushed to my neck, my cheeks and it was all over my face and even at the tip of my ear, I could tell that Enzo could see how red I’d turned because he smiled.
What is wrong with him? Is he alright? Is this really him?
This isn’t the Enzo that I’m used to seeing, he’s totally different from the Enzo I’ve been trapped here with for almost a month. Enzo would usually tell me that he’s only doing things his own way and I have no say in it.
Enzo would tease me whenever he saw me blush and would try to be a jackass, going from the man I think deserves a chance to the man I instantly hate.
Why is he different now? Did something happen?
“GET. OUT.” I gritted angrily even though I had no idea why. I don’t know why but it felt like I was trying to pick a fight with him, like I was searching for an opportunity to fight and it’s making me frustrated that he isn’t giving in.
Why do I even want to fight with him?
“I’ll leave but only if you answer my question, can you do that?” He asked and my eyelashes batted as I blinked twice, looking at this man that seemed nothing like Enzo even though he looked like him.
Is he an enemy? An impostor?
“What question?” I reluctantly asked and he smiled, taking a step closer to me but I took one back and there, the duvet I’d wrapped myself with fell right off me but Enzo didn’t look at me.
He didn’t have the same look that he usually had whenever he saw me naked, there was nothing in his eyes, they were darker than night and I shuddered at the thought that hit me.
“If you hate me so much, why do you touch yourself to the thought of me?” He asked and I was quick to open my mouth but I shut it right back, what kind of question was he asking?
“I mean, it’s not the first time I’d walk in on you lost in ecstasy, your pussy clamped around your fingers and my name coming effortlessly right out of your mouth despite your hatred for me.” He continued and my teeth gritted.
Who does he think he is?
“That’s because……..” Because of what? I couldn’t think of an answer and I hated it, my fist clenched as I tried to navigate through the fog in my head but it wasn’t working out.
“Are you that desperate for me to fuck you?” He went on and even I knew that there was no answer to that question that doesn’t make me shameless except I was going to lie but he sees right through my lies.
“You look beautiful when you blush.” His voice jolted me out of my thoughts and that was when I felt how hot my face was and I didn’t need anyone to tell me how red I was turning because I was practically frying.
Enzo took a big step closer to me, filling up the space between us as he leaned down to me, his breath fanned my face and the way he stared at me made my heart stop.
Holding my breath, I could feel every other part of my body coming to a total halt as I waited for him to say or do whatever he had really come here for.
My throat felt dry, almost as if it was going to close up as I blinked, doing everything in my power to make sure that I didn’t give in first, to make sure that I convince Enzo that I’m not that attracted to him and maybe convince myself too.
“I mean, you don’t know how desperate I am to fuck you too, Maeve Hawthorn.” He breathed, the way his hot breath kept brushing my face threatened to give me another orgasm.
“I- I’m-” I stuttered, desperate to say something even though I had no idea what it was I wanted to say.
“Seeing you touch yourself like that makes me jealous,” he went on, “I’m fucking jealous of your fingers because instead of them, it should be me.”
“I want to fuck you until you’re trembling beneath me, I want to fuck you so hard that you’re begging me to stop because you have no more squirt to let go of.”
“You drive me crazy and even crazier because each time I look at you, I get so fucking nervous that my heart beats uncontrollably.” He added and my jaw dropped.
Enzo De-Luca gets nervous?
As if hearing my thoughts, his long fingers trailed a path down my arm before stopping right on my wrist and he picked my hand up to place on his chest.
He’s right. His heart is beating crazily.
“I want you, Maeve, I’m fucking desperate for you.”