He chuckles once he sees me.
"Small world, huh." I glance at his crotch before looking back up at him.
"It's not the world that's small." He smirks, moving closer.
"Funny." He chuckles.
"So did you have fun fucking my friend, Nadia?" I furrow my eyebrows, putting on a straight face.
"Leon, what the hell are you going on about?" He smirks, casually leaning against the wall.
"Allow me to paint a picture then." He pauses for a second. Probably to piss me off but I won't let him win. He can have Nevy and Nadia but he will never connect Nevaeh Adams to them.
"Brown-haired and eyed Italian goes by the name of Adriano Ricci." I scoffed, crossing my arms. Honestly, what does he think I'll say. 'Oh, you got me! It's Nevaeh.' I roll my eyes.
"Who I fuck don't concern you." He looks at me from his spot on the wall next to me.
"Oh, but I think it does." I raise an eyebrow as he moves off of the wall and stands in front of me.
"Are you trying to pick a fight, Norton." He smirks, crossing his arms as if to mock me while he gives me a challenging look.
"Always."
"So you actually think you can take me?" I arch an eyebrow.
"Of course."
"Is that a challenge, Leon?" He chuckles, moving closer to me.
"I don't know, fighting sometimes lead to other things. Especially since I know what's under this hoodie of yours." He touches the fabric as a smirk paints his features. I roll my eyes.
"Like you'd ever get—" I'm cut short when his mood dramatic changes. I watch as his skin stretches taut against his knuckles and jaw. Moving my hand towards his harden frame, I try to calm him down.
"Leon—" my hand drops as my gaze follows his.
"So is this the rebound?" His eyes, the same ones I use to find comfort in sparkle with the mischief that I use to adore. They never fail to capture my attention and leave me breathless, only this time for a different, more horrid reason. He moves closer to me.
"Huh, Nevaeh?" I freeze, glancing at my knuckles. It hurts... I don't want this feeling anymore, I want it to stop...
"Or did I turn my girl into a little slut?" Leon shortens the distance between them and grabs him by his collar, slamming him against the wall.
"Look, I don't know how you know Nevy but I do know what you do and how much trouble you can get in if I see you're punk-ass again!" My head whips towards them, the pain in my chest loosen.
They're having a glaring contest that kills me for how closely similar their eyes look. I have to avert mine.
"You don't know shit." I hear a dark chuckle as a back is slammed against a wall.
"Just. Try. Me."
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"Are you sure 'cause I make up something real quick." He sighs, putting his head in his hands.
"I don't want any fucking food, Nevy." I frown, claiming a seat on his bed. As I stare at him I try to think of something to say but once my lips part nothing comes out. After I close my mouth and look around I sigh as well.
Why did I follow him home?
"Just—" I glance at him with worry. I've never seen him so... enraged, in pain.. broken... reminds me of a stupid little girl who loved too openly, willingly... I bite my lip to hold back the tears.
And how naive she was.
"Just go home, alright. I'm fine." I frown again, scooching closing.
"I'm not leaving." He finally looks up at me.
"Yes, you are." I furrow my eyebrows.
"Leon, I'm not afraid of you. I'm staying and that's—" a gasp fall from my lips as my eyes blink from the sudden movements. When they finally focus, I look up to see a mad Leon straddling my small frame, holding it firmly down on his bed.
"Oh, really? 'Cause I can easily take you, here, right now, then kick you the fuck out!" My eyes widen for a second before I calm down with a hardened expression as his chest rapidly rises and falls from all the built up pain. Relaxing my body, I allow it to go limp.
"Then do it." The creases between his brows increase.
"Wha—"
"Fuck me." I feel his grip loosen as his anger slowly diminishes.
"Play with me, Use me, I don't care." We stare intently at each other, neither of us making a move.
"If it helps you then do it, put my body to use, Leon."
Maybe then it will be of worth again.
He sits up, releasing my wrists from his flimsy grip then slowly closes his eyes. I blink a couple times at his sudden change in behavior.
"Leon?" I prop my elbows up as I try to decipher his mood.
"Leon—" My gaze move my collarbones when I feel a sudden warm drop:
tears.
I frown, biting my lip.
He's not... not over me, right?
Too afraid to look up I watch as more water kisses my skin then feel the rough embrace of a damaged man. His tears fall into the crook of my neck.'I don't know who did this to you but I'm going to fix it.' I freeze, my whole body stopping as time leaves it behind.
Then as if Leon controlled time himself, he ripped me from my stalemate and brought me back to the present.
And I cried,
burst into tears,
sobbed like it was the first time,
like I was a dumb little girl again,
like the pain of it, all came rushing back in one flood of tears.
Because it did.
I cried so loudly and much, that my body shook and soul ached while my heart screamed through its cage.
And Leon,
he held me as I attacked his chest, screamed into his ear and wet his shirt. He took it all while holding me firmly in his arms like I was a frail infant.
And despite that, I didn't feel weak.
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I feel my eyes roll against my lids as my body comes to life. Moving around and stretching, I frown when I don't feel my satin pillowcases and silk sheets or Adriano's memory foam mattress. Fluttering my eyelids open, I glance at my surroundings.
Where the hell am I?
"Well, hello sleeping beauty." My eyes snap to the person leaning against the door frame. My eyes widen.
"Leon?!" Am I in this room? Why am I at his house?! I jump up, sitting up straight in the—his bed.
Then suddenly the events of before coming blasting through my mind. Oh my goodness, did I really cry like a little bitch on Leon?! Jesus, what's been going on with me lately?
"Umm—"
"Breakfast is ready." I cock my head to the side.
"What I—"
"Nevy, or should I say Nadia?" I frown, scratching my hair. Honestly, does he know when to chill?
"Okay, this is getting ridiculous, you—"
"Is it?" He lifts an eyebrow, smirking at me. I growl, crawling onto my knees and hands.
"Will you stop cutting me the fuck off!?" His amusement heightens while he raises his arms in surrender. I roll my eyes, huffing as I go back to sitting on my ass then cross my arms.
"Now, what are you talking about?" He walks into his, shoving his hands in his pockets. As he gets closer he eyes never leaves mine while I struggle to do the same.
Without a word, he stops at the bedside table, picks up a phone from it then hands it to me. I eyebrows furrow when I see his cocky grin.
He shoves the phone in my direction, causing me to look at it. The confusion clears as I become a bit nervous.
That.. my phone.
I quickly mask my emotions while snatching the phone from and give him my best glare. He seems completely unbothered as he smiles down at me. He waits patiently for me to... unlock my phone, I guess. His eyes make me aware of the similar ones I saw just the other and this causes me to bit my lip while my heart goes go a long marathon.
God, do I still love him? I shake my head, turning my phone on. No, never... not again.
My eyes widen as my notifications take my mind off of my horrible love life.
Well, fuck my life.
I glance up at Leon to see the smuggest expression I've ever seen. Clearing my throat, I shut off my phone and put it under my thigh.
"So you said something about breakfast?"
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Why am I still here? I smile at Leon's Aunt after I finish with the dishes. She leans in to take the last wet plate from my hand then whispers a little joke about Leon's masculinity. We laugh with each other. Leon arches an eyebrow at us, causing us to get quite. When he looks away we glance at each other with sly grins and silent giggles. Okay.. maybe I do know why I'm still here.
"Well, Nevy, thank you for helping out and it was a pleasure meeting you." I smile softly, nodding.
"Thank you for letting me have breakfast with you guys and ditto." She smiles at me before looking at Leon and then rolling her eyes at him.
"Well, I'll be in the room down the hall from Leon's if you need me. Stay as long as you like." She smiles at me then gives a wink before exiting the kitchen. I smile back at the lovely woman until I can't see her anymore then turn to Leon. My smile deflates at the serious expression on his face.
"This was nice and all but I really must be going." I move to leave the kitchen as well but Leon blocks the way out. I frown, trying to get around him. I sigh dramatically and stomp my feet when he keeps moving in my way.
"Will you get out of my way!" I go to shove him but he grabs my wrists, bringing me closer to him. I bite my lip as his eyes burn into my skull, seeking attention. I refuse to give them it though because that's how it always started... eyes would lock but only one heart would break.
"Nevaeh." My gaze snaps to his on pure instinct then widen at the amount of emotion flowing through them. His eyes trail my face while I watch the way the muscles of his jaw flex. After a sigh, he grabs my wrist and leads us to his room. Once the door is closed he leans against it with crosses arms.
"How do you know that man?" Our eyes connect again before I look away, hugging myself. The silence is thick and long, making the air seem tight.
"You wanna know the real reason I can never look you in the eyes?" He doesn't respond, keeping his same position with his eyes trained on me. I close my eyes as I prepare my heart for what it's about to relive.
"When I first started becoming well known at the club I met this guy." My mind begins to wonder as it flashes pictures of his devilishly charming features.
"Hunter Armstrong." I can't help the smile that rips through my lips as my body warms at the thought of his name. persistent, calculating, quick reflexes, dashing... Crazy how accurately it describes him. I shake my head, trying to rid of such puerile things.
"...he's just another person in my past that I rather leave there." I bite my lip, turning away from Leon as I cross my arms behind my back. 'You won't let me though.' I lower my head and stare at the dark carpet which hugs my bare soles and toes. I feel him get closer but I don't pay any mind to it.
"So beautiful and unique, his eyes were my favorite part of him. I'd never seen anyone with such loveliness in simple socket handlers." I suck in an air of breath before lifting my head high.
"I thought I'd never see anything like them ever again.. and yet," I shifty turn back towards him to make eye contact with memories.
"Here you are."