19. Sinful Book 1

I was exhausted from all the sex; Antonio didn't disappoint, he did exactly what he said he would do; he fucked me like a stranger and I loved every bit of it.

I laid on the bed with Antonio beside me. I turned to him, staring at all his features.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I would think you want more" he said and I smiled. Then the thought came to me, it was the perfect time to ask him if he did anything apart from photography.

"So" I started, placing my hand on his bare chest.

"What is it?" He asked and I smiled.

"Apart from photography, what else do you do?" I asked, he visibly became stiff under my touch.

"Nothing" he answered and turned his face away from me. What was with the new behavior?

"Really?" I pressed.

"Yes really!" He raised his voice a little, and I knew he was lying.

It wasn't really hard to tell when a giant baby was lying. I smirked at him and got up from the bed immediately.

What did he think I was? Why was he lying to me? Was it an illegal business? It couldn't be, Noah said he saw him in his office and he's his boss, so it wasn't an illegal business, so why was he lying?

"Where are you going?" Antonio asked me, I didn't bother answering him, so he knew I was angry.

"Cara" he called and I ignored him. This was just proof that he didn't trust me with anything; not even with what he did for a living; even the photography, I heard about it from Aliyah, and she was shocked that I didn't know about it already.

I went into his closet to pick up my clothes and bag; I came here for sex and it was over, so I had to go home.

"Cara, wait" I didn't even know he was behind me; I felt his hand on my arm before I heard him. He took my clothes from me and kept it back on the table I kept them on originally, then he turned me to him.

"Look at me and tell me what's wrong," he said softly, I didn't look up at him or answer.

"Tell me, what's wrong?" He asked and I shook my head. There was no pint getting angry at him, if he didn't trust me, it was on him, not me; I really didn't care about what he did, it was none of my business; in fact it was better that way; we signed a contract for strictly fucking and the less I knew about him, the lesser the chances of me falling for him, knowing very well that he wouldn't be able to do more than the contract allowed.

"No you're not okay, tell me what's wrong" he insisted, I looked up at him and shook my head.

"Nothing, okay? Now let me get dressed, I need to leave" I told him, trying to lose his grip on me; instead, he pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me. This was the part of him I didn't understand, he made me sign a contract with him, stating that he couldn't do more than sex, but he was doing things like this, hugging me and getting jealous; making me imagine things I shouldn't be imagining; it was unfair to me.

"Stop" I yelled at him and he released me, searching my face for answers regarding my outburst.

"No really, you have to stop this" I continued.

"Cara I don't under-"

"No let me talk. What exactly do you want? Huh, what do you want?" I asked him.

"Why do you keep contradicting yourself and confusing me? You said you don't do relationships, then don't, but don't come to me and hold me like this, thinking it's okay. Our relationship is just sex, we are fuck buddies, let's stay that, stop making me feel like something will happen, especially when I know you're just messing around" I told him. I sighed and he ran his fingers through his long locs.

He looked at me like he couldn't believe what I just said. I had to let it out somehow, because it was becoming too much; lord know what he would've done next, maybe introduce me to his daddy or something.

"We were like this before the contract so I didn't think I'd have to change for anything; but if that's what you want, then fine" he said calmly.

"Don't even try to make me the villain here, if that's what I want? You don't even know what you want. God! This is frustrating. Now we've signed a contract so you don't need to hold me like that, or get jealous when people stare at me" I told him.

"I didn't want you to feel like I'm just using you for your body" he said and I laughed.

"But you are! This is what it is; we are using each other for our bodies, so you need to to act like you're doing me a favor when you're getting something out of it. You don't even trust me! How would you say you're not using me for my body?" I asked him.

"I trust you!" He yelled and I looked at him directly into his eyes.

"Of course you do" I smiled and grabbed my clothes. I didn't want to stay longer and say something I shouldn't say.

"I need to go, call me when you want to have sex" I told him, pushed him out of my way and walked into the restroom to change.

Antonio didn't even know what he wanted, he had some guts trying to make me feel like I was the bad guy. Was this how he behaved with all the girls he fucked? What made him think he could do that to me? I successfully wore my clothes without tearing anything out of anger; when I walked out, he wasn't in the room, it was a good thing.

When I got to the living room though, he was there, sitting on a sofa, sipping a drink out of a glass.

"Larry will drive you home" he said.

"He doesn't need to, I'll take an Uber" I told him and he dropped his glass in anger on the table; I legit shook in fear, I was shocked the glass didn't break.

"Sewa please" he closed his eyes as he spoke.

"Just let him take you home" he added softly, pushing his hair away from his face.

I looked at him for a while and nodded. I walked out of the house and got into the car. I knew I pressed a dangerous button, but it had to be pressed; he wasn't going to have things go his way all the time and he needed to know that.