Chapter 8

Giannis called Konstantin to get inside my house felt like I didn't belong here anymore since he paid for the rent. I could move out and find myself a new apartment. I guess, that would be a better idea rather than pushing myself hard to believe that what he was doing was okay for me.

It will never be okay. If I could just make him disappear in a snap of a finger, I would do it.

As soon as I heard steps coming in closer to my room, I couldn't help but heaved out a deep sigh. I thought I wouldn't have to see his face again, but then again, I picked the wrong person and now he came running after me, playing like one of his sluts—WHICH I'M NOT.

When I saw him standing by the front door, I didn't say anything, but I just watched him enter the room smiling at me. I knew those smiles weren't as genuine as I imagined they would be because as far as I know, this man doesn't want good things for me.

"What's up?" he started.

My brow raised as he spoke. I felt so irritated already. I can't stand against this man. When I looked at him, it annoyed me so much that I didn't know what to feel. When he left the door wide open, I scolded him to close the door behind. I muttered a few words under my breath which I knew he questioned what was I whispering. He didn't ask for it and just let it go.

I crossed my arms as I watched him lean his hips against the countertop.

"So, what's up?" he repeated what he said.

"I don't know what is up, Konstantin. I feel like you're here just to make me feel miserable. I knew you wouldn't let go of what I did to you so here you are, doing what a rich kid does. You can have the time all you want, go wherever you want to go, buy all the things that you want, but here you are wasting your time on me."

"I'm not wasting my time on you," he said, trying to reason out my statement which I know he would do. "Why do you think I was wasting my time on you? I don't think I am. . ."

I wasn't able to respond to his question. He was just trying to get to me and correct me. He would make me feel like I was wrong and that he was right all along. I don't wanna come against someone who would only believe his side and not listen to the opposing side. Rich people like him only care for themselves. I just picked the evil one.

"Why can't you answer me?" he questioned. "You know, I was trying to be good to you. Do you think I'm a bad guy?"

I didn't answer directly but shrugged off my shoulder. 

He smirked. "Well, what can I do to make you happy and get your anger out of me? I think I should be the one that gets mad because you were the bad girl here, Miss Aramouni. But if you didn't do that, I wouldn't have met you. So, thanks for stealing from me. Now, I know you're wondering why I paid your rent. Why not, right?"

My brow raised to what he said. "Since you paid the rent for this apartment, you can have this room all by yourself. I'm just going to find a new apartment—"

"That you couldn't afford to pay again?" he continued, but it just triggered me. "For starters, I'm not going to live in this. . ." He looked around as if he was scanning my room to judge it. "Well, I just don't see myself living in this place. You can stay."

He put his hands inside his pocket and walked in my direction. I didn't leave my eyes on him because he might do something that would surprise me. Maybe he would kill me all of a sudden that's why he came here for me? Where's Giannis though? Why would he leave me alone with this man? Does he trust him? Because I don't—NEVER WILL.

He bends himself down to me. I was sitting down and he did that just to lean his face closer to me. He smiled and just looked straight into my eyes.

"You have beautiful eyes," he commented. "You've got such nice lips as well. . ." He went back up and heaved out a sigh. "Well, it saddened me to know that you've become someone you shouldn't be."

I scoffed. "You don't even know me."

"I know enough to know who you are."

"Really?" I smirked and the one thing I thought I had to do was to grab his crotch that was sitting right in front of my face. He didn't flinch or move when I grabbed him on that part. He just looked down at my hand and let out a small chuckle. I squeezed it gently so he knew that I could strongly grip it until he would crouch in pain.

"Is that all you can do?" he questioned. "Or you just wanted to touch me? If you keep pressing your hand on my crotch, you will feel it getting bigger."

I quickly pulled my hand from him and then he laughed once again. That annoyed me that when I was about to stand up and prepare myself to push him out of my apartment, he put his hand over my shoulder making me sit back down. My jaw dropped when he did that to me as I didn't expect he would do that.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I retorted. "Why can't you just go and leave me alone?"

He started unbuckling his belt which made my heart thump. I was confused as I kept looking back and forth to his face and his belt. As soon as he had removed it, he threw it on the floor. My head instantly went back to him then he unbuttoned his polo one by one showing off his muscular pecs. I didn't understand what he was doing, but it made my heart beat rapidly and I could only hold onto the armrest.

When he finally took his polo off, a shirtless Greek man stood in front of me. I tried guessing what he was doing, but when he leaned back again to me and whispered something to my ear, it brought a shiver down my spine. I felt like I was chasing my breath already and the heat inside my room rose. It shouldn't have happened at this time, but what he was doing just heated up the room delicately.

"What are you doing?"

He smiled at me. He didn't answer my question but just grabbed the hem of my night dress and he pulled it up leaving me on my underwear. I wasn't wearing any bra so I tried to cover my boobs with my arm. I swallowed when he started kissing me on my neck. The warm kisses he kept leaving on me aroused me. I don't know what he was doing, but it was making me feel so good about it.

The next thing he did was carry me to my bed take my hands and pin it next to my head. He continued kissing me on my neck. My boob was now out and he could see it all. His kisses went to my shoulder and onto my chest and slowly, I hissed, when he went down to my boobs, licking my right nipple. I bit my lower lip because it felt so good. I didn't want him to stop. I could feel my nipples erected so well because of what he was doing.

"Does it feel good?" he asked and all I could do was nod at him. "You'll feel more of it when you let me. . ."

"Yeah," I answered in between soft moan.

"Yeah?" he queried and I nodded to confirm.

He continued sucking my breast and then proceeded to the other one. All I knew was that it felt good and I don't want him to stop. When I felt his hand going down to my sensitive area, he looked at me as if he was asking for some consent for him to do it. I gave him a slight nod and in the end, he slid his hand under the only clothes that were left on me. As soon as I felt his fingers playing with my slit, my breathing was even more shallow, as if I had been running away from something.

When he inserted his finger on me, I tried not to make any sound. I was holding onto his arms while he was still sucking on my breasts. I knew I could be scratching his back right now, but it was his fault that he put us in this kind of situation. He continued inserting his fingers on me.

"I need your cock on me. . ."

"You want it?" He smirked. I nodded. "You asked for it. You will get it."

He removed his hand from my underwear and pulled it off. I was still trying to recover myself and all I could see was him taking his pants off and then pulling his boxers off where I saw every bit of him. He parted my legs away and positioned himself down there. As he inserted himself into me, I could almost shout from the pain and pleasure it got to me. He was so big. When he thrust his hips on me, he was doing it slow, gliding his cock on my wetness, but he then do it faster and made me moan loud and hard.

I was left restless. When we both finally reached our climax, I thought he would spend time with me, but he just started picking up his clothes and wearing them. He didn't even say a word but left my house. I was too exhausted to follow him outside so I was left lying down on the bed. I tried making sense of what we did, but then I realized that he could probably just take me for granted.

But he was good. . . But where did he release himself? Oh, shit.

I have his phone number so I tried calling him, but he wasn't answering my call and only left me on voicemail. Later on, I heard knocks on the door. I quickly grabbed my robe and wore it as I ran towards the door. As I opened the door, I was hoping I would see Konstantin back, but it was Giannis who was smiling innocently at me.

"Where's Konstantin? Did you see where he went?"

He nodded at me. "Yup. He was leaving in a hurry. I didn't get to ask where he would go. He just left. What's wrong? Do you still need anything from him? You know, I was about to come and see you guys earlier, but I thought I shouldn't bother the both of you. . . It seemed like it was a steamy discussion."

My eyes widened when he said that. I pushed him on his chest. "Gian! How could you?"

He chuckled. "Well, you were loud enough to hear it outside of your room. . . Anyway, since your problem with your apartment got sorted out and I've got my problem to sort out too, I'll be leaving for now. If you need some help, call me and I'll be there, alright?"

I let out a sharp sigh. "Whatever. . ." And then I shut the door in his face.

As I walked back inside my room and looked at what we'd done, I knew I made a mistake in sleeping with him. But I'm not a slut. I would never be his slut. . . That was what he whispered to my ears. Will you be my slut, Miss Aramouni?

I would get back to him and this time around, I would take advantage of it. He doesn't know me yet. . . But if having sex with him would tame the beast inside him, you just fell into my trap, Mister Galluccio.

You just became my favorite target. 

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