He closed the door and looked at me, devoured me, and I loved the feeling, the smell of his perfume exuded throughout my apartment, the feeling of being in danger made me wet, he didn't say anything, and he didn't even need to say it. He walked towards me, slowly… He knew I was partially afraid, but I think I let my desire slip by the look in my eyes, by the way I breathed deeply and in a completely uneven way.
- Can I ask you a few things? -I said trying to stop him maybe if I said something he would be a little further away, and not glued as he was. Everything about him sounded sexy and hot. My God, what was happening to me?
- Do you want to interview me? And that? Do you want to repeat the same mistake? I thought I'd learned my lesson last time.
- No, I just want to understand the reason for the fixation, and the reason for the cameras in my apartment. - I didn't understand how a simple matter had caused so much uproar.
- You journalists make a sociological experiment out of the favela, you certainly thought I was some kind of idiot, drug addict or whatever else, I just decided to return the favor, treat you the way you treat us. - Wow, his smell confused me, how could I answer that statement intelligently? Was he wrong? I had let some fact slip, I was sure.
- Don't tell me you put this here to teach me a lesson, because it wasn't. - I tried to pull away, and he pulled my body closer. - Move away please... - I asked, but not convincingly.
And he didn't pull away.
- You don't want that, don't pretend. It can be seen in the way you're leaning against me, did you love it all, being the girl noticed, curious about what I'm going to do next, or am I wrong? Did that asshole your former fiance make you feel that way? I'm sure not.
- How do you know about it? - I said shocked. - The truth is that I hid it under lock and key, only my family and Amelia knew about this outburst of stupidity. My parents still resent the refrigerator they gave me.
He pulled me by the waist, held me tight, almost put his mouth on my neck, but he didn't, I just felt his breath, which made me shiver all over. Tall and strong, it wrapped around my entire body effortlessly.
you think you're strong and independent, and you really are. But she's irritated, she still hasn't gotten over what he did to you... She hasn't had sex in a while, and that's why she drinks so much, she could have anyone in her bed, but she doesn't want to, because she knows it's not worth it. And after this moment here you will find it even more, since no one is going to make you feel this way. Has a penchant for writing, her college thesis was on Bonnie and Clyde. You are O+ blood, your internet was late but you made a deal, including I already paid the damn ticket. She feels intimidated by her friend, the coke-sniffing lawyer, who thinks that a good criminal is a dead criminal but who goes up to the favela to buy cocaine, but I don't know why, since you're so beautiful and hot that she made me install cameras on your House. I would never have done this for her, generic looks just like everyone else - He stopped talking, gave me a light kiss on the neck before shooting - I want to fuck you hot, right there where you thought you would be showing off with that imbecile who was here, but first I want to see you begging for it, and I know it won't be easy because you're proud. Even though I was breathing hard just from talking against his neck. Missing something Lauren?
There was nothing missing, nothing that I remembered at that moment, it was a mixture of terror and deep desire that unfortunately for me were always intertwined. Vicenzo put his hands tangled in my hair and held tight looking me in the eyes - Is that what you want Lauren? That I lay you there on the couch? That's what you expect me to do isn't it? So ask... Just ask me.
And I would have asked, I would have done it without thinking twice, but something inside me said that if I did that the game would be won for his side, and that idea bothered me. He wanted to see me beg, and I... I don't beg. That was the most accurate fact that he dug about me, because that I left in sight, it was superficial.
- Do you want to know what I want? - I spoke to him still looking into my eyes, my heart coming out of my mouth, his hands in my hair, the other hand holding my waist tightly - I want to understand who you are, and why you killed those people.
- You think I'm a cruel killer don't you? That I took some innocent people and killed them? - He opened a malicious smile. But the matter was serious. - That's the problem with stories told by journalists they always forget to tell both versions.
He came with his face even closer, and closer and closer the face glued to mine made me breathe deeper and deeper, to deal with the urge I was to kiss his mouth hard, I wanted to taste the whiskey of the his mouth against mine and the feel of my skin against his.
- What is it, are you going to kiss me? - I said teasing
- No, I won't. I want you to beg for it! And I'm sure it will.
When he released me I felt the world spin at the same pace again, when he was close the world seemed slower, spinning out of its orbit.
- Next time you bring someone here to tease me like that I'm going to kill the guy in front of you. Since that's what you think of me I'm sure it's okay to embrace the story.
I didn't have time to answer, he walked out the door leaving his perfume that was etched on my skin. I finally managed to breathe, I sat down on the floor in the hallway and leaned against the disbelieving wall of what I had just experienced. Why is it that when he left I felt like I had missed a unique opportunity?
That man moved me in a way no other could.