ROSE P.O.V.
"It's enough for today or else you'll get sick." he said, his voice cold but wrapped with concern. I met his gaze and couldn't stop myself from gawking,
Man, he looks damn hot in this t-shirt!!
The black material was flirting on his chest in a flawless route, but when you take a glimpse at those tattoos- the roses on his knuckles, a skull on his wrist followed by a merciless Dragon. Both his arms had the same tattoos. But the thing that grabbed my attention was something written on them, like in a historical language I couldn't understand. I wondered what its significance was. Trying to seem patient and not affected by his sudden concern I twiddled with my hair in a seemingly absent-minded way and giggled girlishly before saying,
"Why Lorenzo, did your girl toy leave?" I asked, this was enough to raise his already risen anger but boi today it's the 'drunken me'.
"Don't test me!" he challenged. I folded one of my legs over the other, dangling my high heel, showing my thighs; yet maintaining an uninterested face.
"I will, I'm an adult I can drink how much ever I want to." I replied with a smirk. Grabbing my drink I gulped it in one shot. He just stared at me like I was a child who ought to be afraid of him.
"You seem to be enjoying a lot with Shyla. Where did your girlfriend go?" I mocked, standing up from my stool. Due to the amount of alcohol in me, my clumsiness kicked in and I wobbled a bit but I managed to stay still and continued, "Go chase her."
When I was about to reach him, my unglacefullness kicked in and I stumbled forward. He promptly clutched me in his arms and our eyes met. It takes a juncture for me to take in his emerald eyes. His eyes carried just a smear of black- as if birds on an emerald tree. They were looking at me for a while and then he said,
"Are you jealous Senõrita."
I wanted to retort 'no I ain't' but he lifted me up in his arms- one arm under my legs and the other supporting my back like a groom carrying his bride.
"You bipolar rascal, fucking bastard how dare you do that! Put me down right now!!" I yelled but he ignored me and continued his way outside the bar.
"You went to Shyla. What were you saying in her ears huh? Oh yes! of course, that bullshit Italian romantic language of yours"
Still no response from him whatsoever.
"Put me down or I'll call the cops, you frick" I threatened him, my throat getting dry due to shouting but he wouldn't listen. He placed me inside his Lamborghini and put on my seat belt. I tried pushing him but he was too strong. Once he sat on the driver seat, switching on the engine he began to drive.
"Sit beside me quietly, I'll drop you to the dorm," he ordered.
What does he think, I'm so easy to handle. No boi, I still have to take my revenge!
Taking my seatbelt off I hastily dove into his lap. He was shocked at my sudden actions but didn't say anything.
"Why sit beside you when I can be on top of you?" I asked, smirking like a crazy cat.
"Now, talk to me in your fucking Italian. Why aren't you saying anything Senõrita?" I teased tying my arms around his neck. His face was blank- difficult for me to read.
Suddenly the car stopped at the corner of the silent road. His hands cupped my hips bringing me closer to him. I struggled to get up from his lap but his hold was tight. His cold fingers put a strand of my black curl behind my ears,
"Senõrita you don't have any idea of what I want to say and actually do to you in every romantic way." His accent had such a mischievous rhythm as if he were the master of his own movie. I could have sat there all day simply to listen, all my alcoholic words were now glued to my throat. He moistened his upper lip by running his tongue along it making me gulp loudly. His moist lips were asking me to give in. His eyes dancing on my cleavage- girl why didn't you think twice before jumping on his lap.
"sembri sexy in nero, Signorina"(Translation: You look hot in black Senõrita) he murmured in my ears, his lips slightly brushing my earlobes sending goosebumps on my skin. My mind was ready to shut down but still feeling dizzy I tried to keep my eyelids wide and asked,
"Why do you wear black always?"
"Maybe it's my favorite" he replied, and with that, I didn't have further energy left to talk, so I kept my head over his chest, taking in his scent, as I drifted off to sleep.
This was how I ended up dozing in Lorenzo's arms.