Page 26 of Something Blue

Nevio and Dalila drive me home, dropping me off underground right near the elevator.

“I’ll walk you to your door.” Nevio says, pushing his door open and getting ready to climb out. “Don’t be silly. This place is like a fortress. I’ll be fine. Thank you guys so much for an awesome night out. I really enjoyed it.” I smile.

“Sorry about my brother.” Dalila sighs.

“It’s ok, honestly. It’s nothing to worry about.” I brush it off, acting nonchalant. But the problem is that I am worried about it.

I’m worried about how fucking attracted I am to him.

He has this mannerism about him I can’t ignore. He’s magnetic. Demanding. Obsessive and possessive. I’ve never had a guy pursue me so intensely before and it’s fucking hot.

“Message me when you get upstairs.” Dalila says sternly.

“Yes, mom.” I laugh, climbing out of the car.

“Hey.” Dalila shouts through the window. “I’m serious.”

“I know. I will. Bye guys.” I wave before I step through the door and into the building.

The place is quiet. I climb into the elevator and for a moment I fantasize about Celso blocking the door before it closes all the way. I close my eyes and lean my head against the stainless steel wall.

He pushes his way into the elevator and shoves me up against the wall, his hand locked around my throat. I cry out, my eyes wild with fright. His breath is hot against my mouth as he growls. “You will enjoy this, my angel.” His other hand brushes up my body, dragging my dresshigher as he leans into me, his cock hard against my stomach. His muscular, broad shoulders towering over me.

“Get off me, asshole.” I mutter, feebly pushing him away. He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head.

He chuckles. “Don’t lie to me, angel. Stop fighting this.” His hand pushes between my legs and his finger dips inside me.

I gasp in fright when the elevator chimes, the doors sliding open on the top floor, right outside my door.

“What the fuck was that?” I mutter to myself, self consciously tugging my dress down.

Once I’m safely in my apartment I message Dalila a picture of myself sticking my tongue at her while I stand in my kitchen, the kettle boiling behind me so I can make a cup of tea before I crawl into bed.

While I’m waiting, I tug my dress off and toss it over one of the bar chairs under the kitchen counter.

I already kicked my high heels off at the door so now I’m standing in only my underwear enjoying the cool night air against my skin.

I guess I should hop in the shower too. I’m a little sweaty from dancing.

An image of Celso pressed against my naked body flashes through my mind.

“Holy shit, girl. Get yourself under control.”

I decide to shower before I make the tea because I’m hoping the cold water will clear these intense thoughts I’m having about my best friends brother. The one I promised her I wouldn’t get involved with. The one I alreadyknowwould be a bad idea to be involved with.

Climbing under the warm flow of water I sigh with pleasure.

I’d only get my heart broken. There is nothing good that can come from dating a fuck boy like him. He’d sleep with me - get bored - move on.

Although even a one-night stand with him would be fucking hot. And Dalila wouldn’t need to find out.

No, Neve. Stop it.

I push the shower handle all the way to the cold side and squeal loudly when the temperaturechanges and icy water falls all over my body. But the shock of it clears my mind.

It’s exactly what I need and when I head back into the kitchen with a big towel around me, dripping water from my feet and walking carefully so I don’t slip - I feel better. More focused.

The tea bag swooshes around in my mug as I carry it to my room. I always leave the tea bag in because I prefer strong tea. Sweet and strong.

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