Antonio and I were tangled in the sheets together, and before your dirty minds go any further it wasn't because we had sex, because we didn't. What I'm trying to say is that Antonio was laying his head on my chest and our legs were tangled as I played with his soft silky hair. Flipping hell English is becoming a mission these days. "So how old were you when you lost your virginity?" "Fourteen or fifteen, not sure," he mumbled against my chest pulling me closer, jeez if he pulls me in any closer he might just squeeze the life out of me, but I like it. "Hmm, I was twenty-one thanks to someone," I said and he chuckled looking up at me. "Didn't you like it?" "I loved it. How old was she?" Geez Lotus, you sound jealous. Jealous? I assure you I'm not, I'm just curious. Hmm... "Two or three years older than me I guess. Why are you asking?" Why are you asking why I'm asking? "Did you enjoy it?" "I don't know, it was a long time ago," he sighed. "How can you not remember? She was yo

I was standing in front of the mirror as I looked at myself wearing a white dress, for one I'm not used to wearing white because I find it annoying to clean up and two I’m not particularly fond of white. However, this dress was hot! I liked it, in fact, I loved it and it fit my body very well although I had to get a bigger size because of these goddamn hips that won't stop growing and my boobs too. It was a strapless side slit evening dress with a thick lining of black going down on the side. To finish the look I paired it with clear high vamp heels, thank God I have bearable toes. They’re more than bearable, they're pretty cute. Unfortunately, this time I had to slick my hair back and tye it into a bun at the back of my head, keeping my make-up simple, thank the heavens for this angel I call Tiffany for teaching me how to do this stuff because I am a complete idiot when it comes to that, it was natural but I did try to make a statement by painting my lips with a dark maroon matte l

I groaned in pain as my eyes slowly opened and were blinded by the light source that was directly in front of me. Blinking my eyes rapidly I tried to see what my surroundings were. Squinting my eyes looking around, the room was empty from what I could see and it was cold. My wrists were bound behind me but my legs were allowed some freedom, the aching in my head was bearable and I could feel the dried blood on the side of my face. How hard did that person hit my head? Trying to free my wrists from the rope all it did was scratch me and cause discomfort to my clean wrists. Giving up, I sagged on the chair trying to get a comfortable position, spreading my legs out, I sighed counting the number of times the light in front of me would flicker. Out of everything Antonio taught me, couldn't he teach me how to untie myself as well? It soon got boring just watching that light flicker and hearing the distant music that played. " ’Trust me’, he says," I mumbled into the lonely room, I am

TWELVE YEARS AGO Antonio stood over the little girl's lifeless body on the ground, the smoke surrounding them he watched as her blood pooled around her body. He couldn't help but feel guilty, and one thing about him is that he never feels guilty over anything, ever. He felt it was his fault that she ended up being the victim of his plan, being the leader after all he had to make sure that nothing happened to innocent people. His plan had been really simple and clear, evacuate the citizens that didn't have to be there leaving only Luca and the pathetic team he had. Crouching down he brought his hand to her face as her dull eyes looked right at his. Culpability hit him like a thousand bricks all at once and a tear found its way out of his eye. He hadn't cried since his parent's death and that was years ago. Bringing his fingers to her eyes, he closed her eyelids and picked her up walking over to one of his men, handing her body over to him, he looked at her once more. "Make sure she

I had just come back from the bathroom and on our way back I might have sneakily grabbed Big Joe's gun and hit him on the head. I couldn't really pull him anywhere because he was big and compared to him, I was extremely small. Taking his pocket knife I walked back into the room and found Wood beating my Antonio who held a satisfied smirk at what was happening and Stacey standing there watching them as if it was a show. "What in the world is going on here!?" My voice echoed in the room and I ran over to Antonio pulling him away from Wood, here I am acting as if this is my house but I hadn't been gone for more than five minutes and here they were fighting already, slipping the pocket knife into his pocket I helped him stand straighter. "This is an ivory-white jacket, do you know how much work I will have to do because there's blood all over it?" It wasn't really about the jacket, but it wouldn't hurt to get them thinking it was about it. Walking back to my seat but pushing it next to