Page 60 of Thalia De Luca

"About?" Alexander asks without looking at me.

"Yesterday," I say. "I'm not the type of person to fuck around, Alexander and whatever this is, it needs to stop."

Alexander then turns around and furrows his eyebrows. "Why does it need to stop?"

"Because I am not the type to just kiss people and then have one-night stands."

"Thalia, you know that is not what we are."

Then what the fuck are we?

I don't want to be fuck buddies.

"We aren't anything. I hate you and you hate me, remember?" I state.

Alexander rolls his eyes. "You are so fucking stupid," he mutters.

I narrow my eyes at Alexander and stand up from the stool I am sitting on. "What did you just say?"

Alexander looks directly at me. "I said you’re fucking stupid. You are stupid, scared, weak, and a fucking pussy. You won't ever be the leader that your father is. You're going to make the entire mafia fall," he spits.

I feel my body burn with something.

What the fuck is it?

Hate?

Hurt?

I take a step towards Alexander and then slap him across the face. "You don't know shit," I say while trying not to let a tear fall. "You're such an asshole. You’re mad because I don't want to have sex with you. Do you know the kind of people who act like that? Children. Children throw a tantrum and whine when they don't get something they want. You, Xander, are a fucking child," I state before walking out of his kitchen and towards the front door.

I wipe a tear that falls as I walk to my car. Once I get inside, I start the car and drive onto the street, away from Alexander.

This is what I was afraid of.

I liked the way Alexander made me feel and because of that, he hurt me. Alexander just wants someone to fuck. He doesn't like me. He doesn't do feelings and shit.

Why would he?

I don't like him. I like the way he makes me feel. Two different things.

I hate him.

Just like he hates me.

Thirty One

This is probably a stupid idea but when have I ever been the type to not have stupid ideas?

Currently I am walking into a mansion full of people that are drinking, smoking, doing drugs, and probably playing games that will end up making you question what kind of person you are in the morning.

I'm also walking inside the house with Rowan, out of all people.

As Rowan and I walk inside the house, multiple pairs of eyes look our way. Who wouldn't?

Rowan is tall, strong, and looks like sex on legs while I'm an attractive girl with a black lacy dress on that probably shows everyone how my ass looks.

"So, this is what you do when you're not getting kidnapped by Russians?" Rowan whispers in my ear as he grabs my hand and walks us towards the kitchen where the drinks are all laid out.

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