Emeliano's pov
"What. The. Hell are you doing in my house?!" I yelled.
There were no words to describe the intense anger boiling inside of me. Seeing Marcos was something I never ever liked, ever since we were kids. Marcos took my happiness away from me, Marcos and his money obsessed mother.
I've never hated anyone the way I hated Marcos.
"Chill bro... Don't forget it's also my place, and I can come and go as I like." Marcos said in his usual calm and collected voice, which seemed to have increased the anger boiling inside of me.
"You have no place here! Get out Marcos, stop testing my patience." My grip tightened.
"Ouch, you're hurting me." Rebecca said from behind me.
I turned to find my left hand circled around her wrist, when did I grab her? And why?
"Come on Emeliano, let go of her." Marcos said.
I whipped my head back to his direction and sent him the most sinister glare I could put on. "What do you want Marcos?"
"Let her go- she has nothing to do with this, you can't just hold my-"
"It's none of your business Marcos."
Marcos smirked. "We both know it is- we both know why you're doing this. Come on, leave Becca alone- grow up and get over it okay?"
"Emeliano, you're hurting me." Rebecca said again, starting to pry at my fingers and twisting in my grip.
"Just shut up!" I said to her and turned to Marcos again. "I won't say this again-"
"Fine- I'll leave," He smirked at me and turned to Rebecca. "See you some other time, Rebecca.". He winked at her and left the mansion.
I turned to look at Rebecca to find her blushing at Marcos' irritating gesture towards her.
If only she knew.
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Rebecca's pov
I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks.
The way Emeliano held my wrist in a possessive manner, made me want to blush. Why this out of the world of possibilities? I tried to fight the heat from rushing up to my cheeks, but it was impossible- that little act of his was killing me.
What are you thinking Becca? You're supposed to hate this guy, not blush because of him. You have a boyfriend, a boyfriend that is worried out of the world about you, get your thoughts straight.
Emeliano is a bad pretty boy! Bad bad!!!
He pulled me forward, making me stumble after him, his fast strides set a brutal pace. "Where are you taking me?! Let me go!"
We climbed up the stairs, I stumbled from time to time but he didn't care, all he did was pull me along with him, that death grip still around my wrist.
Finally reaching the top of the stairs, he pushed open an unfamiliar door and threw me inside, he came in too slamming the door closed behind him. His breathing was hard, there was a little bit of frustration mixed with anger in his eyes.
"What is your problem?" I asked, rubbing my already bruised wrist.
"My problem is that you don't ever listen to me!"
What? "What did I do?" I asked him.
He was quiet for a bit before he said. "Look, you're not to talk to Marcos, ever again- you get it? I don't want you to even look at him- not even a glance."
I was taken aback by what he said. "No." I simply said.
He glared at me. "Did you just say no to me?"
I glared back at him. "I knew you were deaf," my lips formed a smirk, something I rarely do. "Yes Emeliano... I did, I said no to you- I'm not going to listen to you- I'll talk and see whoever I want to, and you're not gonna do a damn thing about it!"
Suddenly, he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled me to him.
"Ahh- damn it Emeliano! You're hurting me!" I tried to get free of his grip but he didn't budge, this bastard wanted to pull my hair out of my scalp!
My body pressed against his. "Don't ever forget one thing, Rebecca, I own you- all of you, and I hate sharing what's mine."
My name rolled off his lips like sweet honey, making my body react strangely to our closeness. "I'm nobody's property, got it? I'm not yours, so stop saying you own me! Don't ever think that I would let you claim me! Plus, I have a boyfriend."
"Please- do you really think Mason likes you? You don't want to know what he is doing right now."
"Let go of my hair Emeliano!" I tried to pull away from his grip but it tightened more. "Ahhh!" I winced... Feeling my eyes tear a little.
"Shut up! You think this is all a joke? I don't want to see you close to Marcos! That's final!"
"And like I said, I'll see whoever the hell I want to!" I retorted with a yell.
He paused for a second, just staring at me, then with a hard push, he let me go, I stumbled a little but I kept my balance.
He turned away from me and raked his hands through his hair.
I stopped for a moment to check out my surroundings, it looked like an office, there were shelves filled with books and a huge chair in front of a long wide table.
Definitely a study.
I looked over at Emeliano again, he still had his back to me. I wonder what he may be thinking about?
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Emeliano's pov
She wasn't as innocent as I thought.
Not even a little bit.
The bitch had the guts to practically tell me that she was going to see Marcos regardless of my warnings.
Marcos had the habit of taking whatever I had in my possession. It always made me wonder why he never wanted me to be happy, why he always goes after things that I wanted to call mine.
Not that I cared for Rebecca, or anything... I only care about one person, I only love one person and I was quite sure that no one would be able to take her place.
And Rebecca, she just wants to defy me in any possible way she can... I'll have to teach her a lesson, something that would keep her mouth shut when I shout at her.
But what?
What can I do to begin with her punishment? What can I do to make her know that I meant everything I said to her?
I turned to face her direction, her eyes were also pinned on me, I studied her a bit.
She was pretty, no doubt about that. Her long black full hair was shiny and soft, her full lips were set in a straight line and her eyes were filled with loathing. It was exactly the same way- same way She looked at me, the last time I saw Her.
God, how much I miss that woman, how much I dream of her every night, she gave me the most blissful dreams, I missed her touch, her scent, her smile, face... I missed every single little thing about Her.
Does she miss me? Does she miss me as much as I miss her? Does she even think of me? Does she recall our memories together? Does she regret the fact that she cheated me?
What was I thinking? How can she possibly regret what she did to me? How? She did it without any remorse, she told me she was with me all because of him! She broke me to tiny fûçking pieces!
Now it's payback time! It's time for them to pay for what they did to me!
Sorry Rebecca, you're involved in this shit as much as anyone tries to convince you that you're not.
Anger flowed through my veins as an idea popped into my head- my eyes raked Rebecca's body from head to toe.
When she caught me staring, she wrapped her arms around herself cautiously.
A sinister smirk played it's way to my lips as I crossed my arms and said.
"Strip."