𝐍𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐞 | ✓

𝐈𝐈𝐈.

Maybe I should ask for the DNA test results so that I could feel safe and assured.

My mind was filling with questions and ideas, so I needed to get rid of them somehow.

I thought of taking a shower then realized I had no clothes.

So I went to go find the tall man or, as he claims, my "father."

Me being lost as fuck, I couldn't find him, but I found the beautiful lady that called me her daughter.

I approached her and said, "Excuse me?" tapping on her shoulder.

She then turned around and shot me a big smile.

Any bigger, and her teeth would fall out.

"Yes?" she asked me, wondering what I needed.

"I don't have any clothes, and I would like to take a shower," I told her.

"Oh well, let me get back to you on that." She told me.

"I'll go ask your father if you can go with the boys to the mall," she finished, still smiling.

Why the hell do I need permission to leave the house?

This is BULL to the SHIT.

I decided to explore a little and found a room that had a beautiful white bed.

There were gorgeous grey see though curtains and the bed was king sized with a black comforter thrown on top.

There were designs on the wall and two chairs and a stand in front of one of the large windows.

The floor was a brown hard wood flooring and the lights were off.

It was very masculine, the smell gave me butterflies.

I approached the curtains on the large and long windows and gently caressed them.

"Can I help you?" A tall figure questioned.

His hands were in his pockets.

—His presence sending chills down my spine.

I quickly turned around and was shocked at the sight I was seeing.

It was the man with beautiful brown eyes.

He had wet, black silky hair that covered his ears and forehead.

Tattoo's traced his arms and hands.

The wife beater and grey sweats he was wearing had me in a chokehold.

His boxer band showed and his cross chain hung confidently around his neck.

His lips and nose were a perfect shape and he had hooded eyes and medium-length eyelashes.

He was fair toned and had a medium figure.

He wasn't skinny but his wasn't thick either.

His veins traced his arms and hands.

Beauty marks surrounded his chest, neck and next to his left eye.

I was reminded that I was staring at him and snapped out of my daze.

"No, I'm sorry, I just liked the way your room looked," I stuttered, not sure of what to say.

I quickly walked away from him and the room and walked quickly down the steps.

"Where are you going so quickly?" A voice asked.

I then stopped speed walking and turned around to see Emilio standing there with a raised eyebrow.

"I just bumped into the hottest man I have ever seen!!" I explained, cheesing and covering my eyes.

"Who?" he asked, stepping closer to me.

"I don't know; I didn't ask for his name." I shrugged.

"Did he have tattoos on his face?" Emilio questioned.

"Um, yeah, I think so. I couldn't see him clearly because we were in the dark," I told him.

"Wait, what? Why were you in the dark with him?" he inquired,  taking another step closer to me.

"It was technically my fault because I went into his room," I clarified.

"Stay away from him, Yelena," Emilio demanded, grabbing my chin.

I moved my face away from his grip and walked away because it pissed me off that he was telling me what to do.

"Yelena!" I heard my "mother" call my name.

Her voice made me feel better.

"Yes?" I asked, slowing down my pace of walking.

"So, I asked your father if you could go to the mall with the boys, and he said it was fine," she said, smiling.

"You need to stay near them, though," she added.

"Thanks," I replied.

"Well...I'll go gather the boys for you then," She told me.

"Okay," I responded, watching her walk past me.

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Yelena's first time meeting Adrian and she already likes him

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