He pulls his Camino into a driveway. The gates that have an "S" located in the center come into view and I realize it's his house. Why in the hell has he brought me here?

 He drives through the courtyard and parks his car next to the huge latticework water fountain. I notice my phone is hanging at the edge of his pocket and that's when my hand swiftly takes it out. I make my move by opening the door and letting myself out.

  "Where are you going?" He shouts after me.

   I don't respond. I keep racing across the courtyard and past where the gated gates are located. Hearing his footsteps close by me, I turn a full 180 degrees and look him straight in his rigid, cold, hard eyes; almost midnight blue if I didn't know his eyes were blue I would have thought his eyes were pure black. Those eyes make me flinch a little.

  "Open the gates, Chris," I demand harshly.

  "No, you are not going out there alone," he says emotionlessly and crosses his arms.

  "You're unbelievable! Why did you even bring me to your house?"

   "Because I have to keep an eye on you since you always seem to get into trouble and hurt yourself-"

  "Well the only thing I think would hurt me is you!" I retort.

  He clenches his jaw shut and looks at me disapproving. I want to yell at him once more, but he gets in first. "You're pissed! I swear if you'll hurt yourself. I will just-"

   I wince at his choice of words, mentally scolding myself for being so reckless. I stand in front of him, soaking up his displeasure, feeling humiliated and pathetic.

  Our confrontation is interrupted when a red Mustang pulls up to the gated gates. Whoever it is, is starting to open the gates. Chris snaps his head to focus his attention on the vehicle. "Fuck, this can't be happening right now," he says between his teeth. "Christine! Please hold and don't open those gates now!" He shouts at the poor girl.

  Who's Christine anyway? Maybe another girl he sleeps around with. I can't handle this, especially him.

   As soon as the gates open- well just barely enough, and before they start to close, I squeeze through it. I see Chris run at a fast rate; goes up to the Mustang, and I hear him tell her, "Christine, head inside, and I'll meet you there in a couple of minutes. I have to take care of something." The gates start opening again and the car moves inside his home. He strides towards me. Won't he just give it a rest and leave me alone? 

   I get my phone out and dial an Uber as I start walking down the lane- since I already called Camille, but unfortunately, Chris had told her he would take me home when obviously he didn't. I don't want to bother her again; then I know she will be worried about me, plus I don't like to trouble other people. The call connects and I go to speak but realize Chris moving so fast, I don't have time to catch the look on his face.

  "What the?" I yelp as he flings me into the air and over his shoulder. "What are you doing? You can't do this!" Not again!  He's ignoring me. I'm staring straight at his firm behind- of course, he has navel-blue jeans. I wonder what his behind would look like without his jeans. What the hell? Did I just think that? I'm not thinking clearly; since I am hanging upside down, maybe all the blood is rushing to my brain. At least that's what I try to convince myself. When he turns, without a word he starts stalking across the courtyard, I scream, "Fucking put me down, Chris!" All of a sudden he slaps my ass. "Ouch!"

  "Will you stop fighting me and finally obey me?" He growls.

  "Did you just spank me?" I question still shock in my voice that he actually just did that.

  "Yes, I did," he says with enthusiasm.

   I hear him kicking the front open- rather hastily and harshly, I might add- and we're in the living room. What the hell is he doing? Isn't that girl, Christine in the house by now? I pick up my head and notice that she's not in the living room. I sigh in relief.

  I'm hauled off of his shoulder, with a forceful effort, and fly through the air before landing on a luxurious, black cotton sofa. I first notice is it smelled divine. It smells like his scent– all full of peppermint; just delicious and yummy.

   I don't have time to get over what just happened. This man can move fast. Seeing that he's already between my thighs and in a blink of an eye, his hands pinning my wrists on either side of my head. His arms are straight, supporting his upper body. I'm still not quite sure how I got to this position, but I know I am a hormone-raging puddle of mess. I do, however, recognize that lustful long-lasting deep sensation inside me.

  My heart sprinted in my chest, while I focus on his eyes- that was once midnight, turned to a little lighter shader of navel blue- he was gazing down at me with a mixture of anger and disappointment he has for me.

  "You're not fucking going anywhere," he growls. His arousal is hard, pressing between my thighs- oh hell and I am wearing a mini skirt; I can feel him- all of him. I don't know what to do but start rolling my hips to ease the throb of a long moan. 

  "You can't make me stay," I say and I feel like I am losing my voice.

   He groans. "I can always make you."

  "I am not afraid of you," I say as I stop teasing him by not moving my hips anymore, and stare at him with his burning intense eyes that look like I should be afraid, but I am not.

  "I know... But I can be very persuasive," he grins, and that drags my eyes to his lovely lips.

  "You're going to talk me into staying," I question him.

  "Not necessary, but rather pleasurable," he purrs, and I gulp. Did he seriously just say that? 

  "Estas loco- (You're crazy-)" I roll my eyes.

   He smirks as he trails his fingers to my chest, working his way past my throat until his fingers move down to my thighs and rest there. He skates his hand up the inside of my thigh, finding the edge of my panties. One finger slips underneath the lining of my panties, lightly brushing the tip of my core, circling around it, and then one finger breaches the barrier, lightly brushing the tip of my clit.

  "Dios Mio! (My Goodness!)" I cry out, letting my head fall back against the couch. I light up like a Christmas tree. The fire flaming inside is extremely intense, and I feel all my senses go up by ten times their normal volume. Damn him! He's using this "sexual activity" to make me not be as frustrated with him as I was. As always I try to resist, but as we know I can't; it's too difficult, especially in this situation, I am in at the present moment.

  "Look at me, Sussianna," he orders me with a growl.

  I return my eyes to him as he traces over my panties and at that point, he goes back to my core with his long fingers. Teasing me. Then he removes his fingers from my panties and slides his thumb to my bottom lip. He opens my mouth, and I lightly bite his finger, playfully. He smiles and shakes his head, continuing to run his fingers to my lips.

   "You don't need this makeup to hide your beauty. You look beautiful without it... I love you naturally."

  Does he mean that?

  "I mean it, Sussianna. You're just beautiful the way you are," he says as brushes over my cheek. 

  I hear someone clear their voice. I turn to my right side and take note of that same girl who I have known as Christine. She stares at me with what appeared to be two mugs in her hands. As I catch sight of her, she is actually quite beautiful, especially with her red long-sleeve jersey knit dress that fits perfectly with her tiny body and her slimming curves. She looks just like Chris with long jet-black hair and sapphire blue eyes, just like the girl from the picture I saw in the hallway upstairs. Wait a second. My eyes widen. That's his...

  "Sussianna, like you to meet my sister, Christine," Chris says when glancing at me and then at Christine.

  Shit! This can't be happening. This can not be seriously happening! This is not how I wanted to meet his sister. This is very... disrespectful of me to introduce myself like this. Of course, this is his sister. After all, their names sound similar. Christine and Chris are almost the same exact names.

  Instantly and shockingly I push Chris off of me, flipping him to the side of the sofa, and rushing to his sister to greet me- I'm even astonished I could shove him off of me, considering he's much more powerful than me.

  "Hello Christine, I'm Sussianna," I say with a smile. Stupid thing to say to her, I mean she already knew my name, but that's what just came out of my witless mouth. 

  Her expression doesn't seem resentful but perhaps full of ecstasy.

 "You must be the famous Sussianna," she says as she passes me a mug full of hot cocoa; I can smell it has mint in it. If I am not mistaken, there's a startling relief in her voice and a warm luminescence in her sapphire blue eyes, and I can't but help to return her a warm smile. 

  I take a sip of the mint hot cocoa and choke as her words daunt over me. Did he mention me to his sister? 

  "Yes, he talked about you," she shrugs when she hands over the other mug to her brother. "You're the first girl he's ever talked about. I actually thought he made you up, just to shut me up."

 "Sis!" Chris shouts toward his sister. 

  Christine leans closer to me and whispers, "We can girl talk when we're alone sometime. Like maybe tomorrow we can go shopping. What do you say?" She clamps onto my shoulders, gently, and smiles- that warming smile that feels my heart with enjoyment, which I can't say no to. She's like her brother, not a person to who you can never say no. 

  "I would love to, "I say and return her smile.

   "Excellent," she says as she pulls me into a tight hug. "I'm guessing you'll be staying here for tonight, and maybe this weekend?" She releases me from her hug and holds her hands onto my shoulders. Her eyes are full of hope. 

   I look over at Chris and his gaze is the same as his sisters'. I don't know why, but I feel I want to make his sister happy. Not for him, but just for her, so I nod and the surprise on his face is evident. I tear my eyes away from him and focus back on his sister. I nod for the second time when I utter, "Yeah, I'll stay."

  "Great!" She wraps her thin arms around me and hugs me yet again. "Well I'm going to take a shower; then we'll have dinner. It was a long flight from Paris to Boston."

  Dinner this late? I guess it's the time difference. I shrug and reply, "Tres bien, nous serons ici. (Alright, we'll be here.)"

  "Tu parles francais? (You speak French?)" She asks in shock. 

  "Oui, J'ai suivi un cours de francais pendant deux ans." (Yes, I took a french course for two years.) I exclaim with a polite smile.

  She returns my smile. "Avez-vous deja ete a Paris? (Have you ever been to Paris?)"

  "Malheureusement non... Mais j'aimerais le visiter un jour. (Unfortunately no... But I would love to visit it one day.)"

  "Vous devriez visiter l'un de ces jours. C'est assez beau. (You should visit one of these days. It is quite beautiful.)" She confirms quietly and looks at her brother grinning at him.

  He shakes his head at her, and I wonder what they're thinking between them. "Sis, shouldn't you go take your shower?" He asks rather harshly.

  "Oh yes." She gives him a grim expression; then curves her lips into a smile and turns her gaze at me as she heads out.

   I sink down onto the sofa and close my eyes. Well, this is going to be brutal for me and I can't believe I had agreed to stay. I mean I don't have any clothes with me and also where in hell will I sleep?

  I open my eyes to find Chris sitting next to me. "Is there any language you can't speak?"

  I giggle. "I don't know. I am Hispanic and know Spanish fluently... Plus I'm a fast learner, and I did tell your sister I took a French class."

  "I know." 

  "Wait, you speak French too?" I question.

 The corners of his mouth twitch into a grin at my reaction, fortifying the blue of his eyes and lengthening his generous lashes. I blink a couple of times to get out of the trance he always puts me in.

  "Oui, J'avais vecu a Paris pendant un certain temps. (Yes, I had lived in Paris for a while.)"

  "Oh." Is all I can say. I honestly don't know what to say to him. I did not know he lived in Paris, but then I don't know much about him. I wonder with spending time with his sister I can get information about Chris. Would that be wrong of me to ask questions about her brother?

  "My sister seems to like you," he says, smiling at me, and gets up to go into the kitchen.

   Hey everyone, I know I took forever to write this one, but schooling has started back up which totally sucks. But I'll write when I do have the time. I want to thank you all for always reading, commenting, and voting. I do hope you enjoyed this chapter. Until next time everyone.