Ronny

Chapter 11

I go to my closet and take out clothes for her to change in to, since her outfit can't be comfy enough to sleep in. She wears this tight crop top and jean shorts that her ass hangs out of. Thinking of her at that party drinking while guys stare at her ass makes me want to go shoot everyone in that damn house.

I set out a pair of my sweatpants and a t shirt for her to change in to. She takes off her shirt and starts to take off her jean shorts to change, and it takes everything in me to look away.

"Ronny" Adelina says. I look back to her now that she is changed and covered. In my clothes.

I stare for too long at how my t shirt fits her loosely, her innocent fucking eyes staring at me.

"The pants are too big, so I didn't wear them" she says, and I realize she never put on the sweatpants I gave her.

She's in her fucking underwear.

"Do you like? Alyssa says boys like the lacy stuff and said I should wear it to the party" she lifts up her shirt to reveal black lace panties.

Fuck me.

I avert my eyes, knowing that I will see her like that when she's sober, not now.

"You wore those for the boys at the party?" I question when she puts her shirt down. I walk closer to her, and she tilts her head up to look at me.

"No" she smiles innocently, "Who?" I say, knowing I'm playing with her.

Hr confidence fades away and she starts to squirm with nerves, "I uh...don't know" she looks everywhere but my eyes.

"Go to bed" I say.

She flops back onto the bed, snuggling under the covers. "Come" She pats next to her.

"You're drunk" I say, reminding myself she wouldn't be acting like this if she was sober.

And she's in nothing more than a t shirt and panties, so I have to control myself.

"Just come lay" She insists. Laying doesn't hurt anyone.

I take off my shirt, noticing how Adelina's eyes widen, staring at me. I hope she's too drunk to see the scars covering my body.

I come next to her in the bed. She turns towards me and lays her lead on my chest, making my breathing hitch.

"thank you for coming to get me...again" She says.

She wraps her arms around me in some kind of hug, and stays that way as her eyes close and she drifts off to sleep.

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Adelina Celine Torres

When I wake up, I have the worst headache ever.

I open my eyes, confused as to where I am, when I feel big strong arms wrapped around me. I try to move, but they hold me firm in place.

Then everything comes back.

Aaron coming to get me, and me acting like a complete idiot.

"Ronny?" I ask realizing the position we are in. My back is to him and his arms are wrapped around my waist from behind. "Hm" is all he says.

"I'm so sorry for last night" I say. He doesn't respond, but I feel his head rest against my shoulder.

Who would've thought the scary businessman was a huge snuggle bug?

We lay like this for a while, until I very much have to pee, so I wiggle away from Aaron, who looks annoyed at me leaving. When I stand up, I quickly take in his bedroom, which is far neater than mine. It's all darkly colored, the opposite of the rest of the house.

I am also shocked when I realize I am just in my underwear. Where did my pants go? Ronnie saw me in just my underwear?!

I go and pee really fast, then walk back to see Aaron still sleeping. I spot sweatpants folded on the nightstand so I slip into them despite them being huge, then I jump on the bed. "Ronny wake up it's already 10."

When I checked the time, I saw dozens of texts from Alyssa saying her brother took her home, and how I better fill her in on what happens with 'mr sexy' which I assume she was referring to Aaron.

His eyes flutter open and stare at me sitting criss cross applesauce in front of him. He sits up and I remember that he is not wearing a shirt. My eyes look to his muscles, and his tattoos, and his darn eight pack.

"You're drooling" he teases me. I just stick my tongue out at him in response.

My eyes zone in on the scars littering his body, most of them are covered by tattoos, but some are visible. I see Aaron tense, probably realizing what I'm looking at.

"Don't" is all he says, clearly not wanting to talk about it. I nod, understanding him not being ready to talk, but I hate that he has been hurt like this. Who hurt him?

We both make our way to the kitchen, where Owen is cooking something that smells amazing.

"Good morning Lina" Owen greets me. "Good morning. What are you making?" I ask.

"French toast. Don't worry I will make you some too" Owen smiles. "And I guess you can have some if you're nice" Owen looks to Aaron, who is giving Owen a look.

Owen serves us French toast that looks and smells incredible. "This is so good Owen!" I say. Owen shrugs, "I'm kind of the chef of the house"

Aaron rolls his eyes at this.

"So what happened last night?" Owen asks as we eat. I look to Aaron, who is looking to me to answer.

"I went to a party with my friend" I say.

"I never took you for a party girl" Owen says. "I'm not, but I thought it would be fun." I tell him. "I wasn't fully aware of the effects of alcohol, though."

"No shit" Aaron mutters. I glare at him.

We finish eating and I help Owen clean up the dishes while Aaron takes a phone call.

"You're good for him" Owen tells me once the dishes are clean. "I'm sorry?" I ask, confused.

"Aaron." Owen says, "He's a lot happier recently. And he's never as soft as he is around you"

Aaron? Soft?

"He's not soft around me" I say. Owen laughs, "Trust me, he is. You haven't seen him not around you."

"Don't hurt him, okay?" Owen says to me. Im slightly confused, but I say "I won't". I mean I would never want to hurt Ronny, and even If I did he seems like he wouldn't let anything hurt him. He's tough.

Aaron walks back into the room and looks frustrated from what I assume was the phone call he took. "I have to go" He says to me. Im slightly disappointed, but I nod. "Owen take her home" He says, leaving without another word.

"Bye!" I call out as he goes, but he doesn't say anything back.

Oh well.