Page 20 of Explosive Prejudice

Smitten and excited, I parked my Bugatti in our garage and turned off the engine, unable to erase the smile from my face. What a hot night that was. Thinking back to Nero and the annoyance on his face right after he came was absolutely perfect. I may not have intended to let another Gatto jerk me off in front of him at first, but the moment I walked into that room and saw him there, I couldn’t help but want to play.

His eyes following my every move were thrilling and set my body on fire. He might claim he wouldn’t fuck me, but the lust he showed tonight was enough to tell me it was only a matter of time before he’d snap. And I was all but willing to wait.

Feeling like I’d just won the lottery, I finally got out of my car and started to make my way back home. It was almost 6:00 a.m., but I wasn’t the least bit tired, which was good because school started in about two hours.

Once I entered our house, my stomach rumbled because I hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast yesterday. No wonder I’d lost nearly twenty-two pounds in the last few months. With football season being over, I didn’t care for my gain, so I skipped meals and didn’t force myself to eat when I wasn’t hungry, which was more often than not. That being said, I was starving now. You could blame it on the number of times I came in the past twenty-four hours. Once with Dion, then once in front of Nero, another one while thinking about Nero, and then with Dion again. Busy counting orgasms, I reached our kitchen, which was all made out of black stone and had floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the forest in our backyard. Walking straight to the fridge, I prayed to God that Rosa had cooked something last night. Her food was the fucking best. We actually had a private chef, but when my dad wasn’t home, I dismissed him.

“Niño.”

Sticking my head out of the fridge, I found Rosa. She’d just walked in, already dressed in her gray uniform.

“Buenos días, mi señora,” I mused happily, a big smile on my face. I’d always loved her. She was probably the only kind human left in my life after my mom’s passing.

Rosa’s expression hardened, and instead of joking with me like she often did, she rushed to my side. “What are you doing?” she whispered worriedly while closing the fridge door.

“I’m hungry, so I thought—”

“That’s not what I mean.” She cut into my words and looked over her shoulder before locking eyes with me. “Señor Rogers came back last night.”

Her words made my blood run cold, and the hunger I felt thus far was replaced by nausea.

“H-he’s back already?” My dad wasn’t supposed to return until next week. I was free for another week, but now? Dizziness took over me, and I felt seconds away from passing out. Turning away from Rosa, I clenched the marble for support while trying to get some air into my burning lungs. Staying out all night while he was here was a recipe for disaster.

He must be furious.

“Vamos, niño. Go to your room quickly before he sees you.”

He’s going to beat the shit out of me.

“Go, and I’ll bring you something there.”

I won’t be able to take it. Not this time.

“Niño?”

Snapping out of my panic, I glanced at Rosa. Her brown eyes, always so loving, looked at me with compassion, making me feel less alone. But this feeling was fake because no matter how sweet Rosa was, it changed nothing.

If my father was still asleep, everything would be fine, right? All I needed was to slip inside my room and pretend I’d been there all night.

“O-okay, I’ll go.”

Lifting her hand, she gently stroked my cheek. “Bien.”

The walk back to my room felt like forever, as the sound of my own footsteps jumped on my nerves, and I tried to hold my breath until I reached it. Only once inside, with the doors closed behind me, did I breathe in relief. I wasn’t at all prepared to see my father this morning, and the crash from the high I experienced with Nero, to this terrorizing fear, was too much to bear.

The sound of a flick snagged my attention, and I looked at the door leading to my bathroom, where the light just went off. Staring at the open door, I broke out in a cold sweat while waiting with bated breath for the person inside it to come out.

“Oh, you’re finally home.” Orson smiled as he stepped out of my bathroom, a bottle of my cologne in his hand. Spraying a bit on his wrist, he checked the scent. “Mhmm, a bit too sweet.” Tossing the bottle on my bed, he crossed the room until reaching me.

I tried to step back as he bent closer, but my body was met with the door.

“What?” He gave me an innocent look before lowering his head so his nose grazed my neck. “I was wrong.” Sniff. “On you, it smells perfect.”

Feeling as if someone had punched me in the guts, a shiver of disgust ran through my body. “What do you want?” I hissed, fighting hard not to vomit.

“Oh, that’s right.” He straightened, twisting his watch around his wrist. “Your dad is waiting for you. We’ve been up all night worrying, you know?”

Every hope I had to survive this morning was gone. Knowing what awaited me, I looked at my feet, my eyes welling with tears.

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