Emily's POV
I felt that without Lana here I had no choice but to leave. I know that for others, the easiest option insight was for me to stay and look for another roomie but to make matters worse, the owner of the apartment did not like me at all because of a small altercation that had happened some time ago, when I had just arrived in London.
Therefore, I had been allowed to live here all this time as long as Lana would show her face every time the gentleman came for the rent, as the wretch was dragging Lana's wing.
No Lana, no place.
Then my friend lets out a tearful whimper, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Why are you crying like that Lana?" I pressed my cheek on the crown of her head and squeezed her in my arms. The girl was inconsolable: "Make about twenty rosaries to the virgin so that the baby doesn't come out with a single gene from Peter and that's it."
Successfully I make her laugh, but she quickly goes back to crying.
"I don't want to leave you alone Emi, I don't want to leave you without a hole to stick your head in. But in this state I have no choice, I have to go live with Peter" She goes back to crying inconsolably, excusing herself in tears for what was about to come to me.
Her parents would not look kindly on Lana having a child by a man she was not even married to, or let alone living together without marriage.
"Something I will do Lana" I exhale loudly resting my cheek more comfortably on her head. I start comforting her back trying to give her comfort to lighten the conversation: "But you won't get rid of me that easily. For now, I'll try to eat my chicken without killing myself."
She laughs once more and exhales deeply, calming her crying a bit. I'd rather eat my chicken than get the pressure up just thinking about what I was going to do.
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Nathan's POV
-Where are you going, Nathan? I need you at my dad's house right now-
I read the message and without giving an answer I put my cell phone back in the back pocket of my pants. Even though texting the man managed to be all authoritative as fuck, like he was my father.
"What's wrong with you Nathan? Why that little face?" Asks a reddish-haired girl standing in front of me, a girl whose name I didn't know, but if there was one thing I was sure of it was that she had nice breasts: "Were you thinking about me and I didn't notice?" She sentences with a lustful smile, I laugh at his witty comment and just shake my head.
Nowadays girls were wittier when it came to flirting. Without even questioning, she extends her small hands to my torso and makes a fist of my shirt between her hands, shortening the space between us.
"Come on, why the face?" Being a tall guy I have to lower my head so I can hear her over the music. The girl takes the opportunity to whisper her questions very close to my earlobe "Everything okay?"
I look up and look her up and down before answering. The girl in front of me was sporting one of the prettiest faces I ever had in my bed, her cleavage was deep and she had no problem accentuating her breasts further by leaning forward. The color of her hair made her look even sexier and she apparently looked ready to lift my spirits.
"Family problems, nothing that can't be fixed doll" I smile very broadly and notice her sigh slyly. I take the audacity to reach my hand up to her face and grab one of her frizzy hairs tucking it behind her ear. At the touch, her skin tingles.
"How can I help you Nathan?" With desire she pushes her head into my neck and plants a small kiss. It gives me shivers, but nothing too significant. "I want to help you, Nathan."
She comes back and plants a kiss, this time on the other end of my neck. Instinctively I close my eyes and try to enjoy the feel of her hand moving down my abdomen, maybe that way you could get my brother's message out of my head.
"You're already helping" I swear, and her warm touch goes all the way down to the button of my pants. She pulls her face in my neck and looks up, planting a needy look in my eyes.
I watch her stand on his tiptoes to get closer to my face, especially my lips. But feeling her intentions and her breath so close to my skin, I turn my gaze away from her, preventing her from planting a kiss I don't want.
A third person joins the conversation.
"Nathan doesn't like to be kissed, my dear" A female voice interrupts the moment in a haughty tone. A voice I could make out from twenty miles away.
Furious, I plant my gaze on the owner of that voice, and pitifully confirm that it is Carla. Seeing the powerful and intimidating look the newcomer was charging at me, the red-hair girl removes her hand from the button of my jeans and takes a step back.
"Is that your...?" The red-haired girl asks.
And before I could answer, my kind guest Carla takes the chance and with a smile full of haughtiness replies: "No sweetie, I'm not his girlfriend. But as if I were, I know all his moves, his likes, and dislikes."
She looks at me. When she does so, the overbearing look she usually wears softens, but I try not to respond too much to her glances so as not to encourage her to continue with the conversation. So that she understands that I don't want her here. Once she gets the message she gets more annoyed.
"Why don't you run along, little girl? I need to have an important talk here" Carla roars without abandoning the fake smile she always shows to everyone. A little sweet and aggressive.
The girl seems to think about it, but before she gives in to Carla's pressures, I grab her wrist and pull her close to me taking her under my arm which inevitably gets her excited.
"Carla over there are more people you can bother, why don't you leave my guest and me alone?" I ask, and my words make her laugh.