33. Sinful Book 1

When I ordered my Uber back to Antonio's house, I almost put in my own address, it still felt new to me that I was living with Antonio, I wasn't over it.

When I got home, Antonio was in the living room, with a glass of scotch in his hands, only that he was playing with the glass, not particularly drinking from it. Just looking at him sitting there like he owned the whole world, shirtless with his hair down. Fuck!

My insides were already tingling and he hadn't even talked yet. I've always felt Antonio looked too good to be true, like how do you look like that? How are you perfect?

I did notice that he was looking at me like he wanted to kill me. He was looking at me through his eye lashes, and his lips were moving from side to side; although this type of look could be mistaken for wanting to ravish me in bed, I knew that wasn't the case; Antonio was angry, that much I could tell.

"What's got your panties in a twist, great sir?" I asked him, he ignored me and took a sip from the glass in his hands. Okay, party pooper, feel better.

I was about to talk out, but this was someone who was trying to help me, so I couldn't leave him without knowing what's up.

"Aren't you going to answer me?" I asked and then she scoffed.

"Why don't you go ask Noah?" He spat. I looked at him in shock. What was that? Where was that coming from?

"Excuse me?" I asked him, turning to him fully.

"I saw you guys, so what? You're going to fuck him too?" He yelled.

"What the fuck has gotten into you?" I matched his tone.

"I don't know, you tell me!" He spat, holding the glass tightly.

"You know what? I'm not doing this with you" I hissed.

"Oh we are going to do this" He yelled and threw the glass and it's contents across the wall beside him, shattering the glass in the process. I stood in place, looking at him like he just lost his mind, because it was obvious he did.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked him.

"No, you don't get to ask me that" he stood up, running his fingers through his hair. I took off the stilettos I was wearing, because if we were going to have this argument, I wanted to stand well and talk.

"What were you doing with him? Huh, tel me what the fuck your were doing with him" he yelled and I laughed.

"What are you, My father? See this is the problem with you, you feel like you can control everything and everyone! But guess what? You can't! I won't let you" I yelled to his face. It was hard to go a full day without this man being too much to handle. What was his obsession with Noah?

"And Noah isn't?" He asked.

"I don't know! If you love him so much, go fuck him and leave me alone" I yelled at him. How did he even know I saw Noah?

"You know, Noah was right; you're such a tease. You really want to do this shit with me and keep Noah? Is that even fair to him?" He asked and I wouldn't lie, that hit home.

"Don't bloody bring Noah into this you prick! What are you, A stalker? It's funny how I came here trying to run away from a stalker, only to meet the worst one here" I laughed.

"I'm not a fucking stalker! I came to get you for lunch, but instead you were smiling at fucking Noah!" He yelled.

"So what if I was with Noah? Stop trying to control me, I'm not one of your whores" I told him.

"Really? Because I'm fucking your tight pussy, am I not?" He asked. I walked to him and raised my hand to slap him across his face but he predicted my move and held my hand.

"You're a fucking piece of shit!" I spat and broke free from his hold.

"You're a fucking piece of shit and I hope you rot in hell. Noah is way better than you are, so don't ever try to compare yourself to him" I spat and took off. Antonio waited for a few seconds, then he came running after me.

"Fucking stop running" he yelled but I didn't listen, I ran faster and before he could get to me, I got to my room and locked the door.

"Open the door!" he yelled.

"Open this fucking door right now!" He banged in the door.

I sat down on the floor, leaning on the door. What the fuck just happened? Why was he like this? What does my being with Noah have to do with him? He just feels like he could control me because I was staying in his house? Because I was helpless? Who knew, maybe he set the whole stalking thing up so he could make me live with him so he could do whatever he wanted to me. If that was the case, then he was a monster.

"Sewa, please open up, I didn't mean it" he banged on the door softly. I kissed my teeth and went into the rest room to wash my face. Antonio was unserious and he was going to get just what he deserved, which was a lonely loveless life. I fished my business in the restroom and sat on my bed, replaying the whole argument in my head.

"Cara, please" I heard Antonio's voice outside my door; so he was still there.

"Just open up so I can apologize," he said, but I wasn't having any of it. He has issues and he'd have to sort them out himself. The worst part of everything was that, I wasn't dating him, or engaged to him, or married to him, so he had no right to run his mouth about the people I see and didn't see.

"Just leave, Antonio" I yelled loud enough.

"I'll come back later," he said and then I heard the shuffling of his feet. I let out a sigh of relief and collapsed on my bed, hugging my pillow to me. Why was he so riled up about Noah anyway?