PRESLEY
There were two different possibilities I had imagined in my mind if Silvio ever walked back into my life. The first was that I would be able to forgive him and give both of us the closing we needed in order to move on.
The second was simple. It involved twisted words coated in a cocktail of lust, pettiness and longing which would eventually lead to regrets and a toxic cycle of what he deemed as love.
Both possibilities had once seemed like a tale of daydream and now, the mere fact that he was back slammed into me. Gripped me in a vice hold and forced me to confront this head on. Him.
I'd left for my date earlier only to pause at a green light and in the thrill of it all, made a U-turn and curtly parked curbside outside my apartment. My gaze hovered towards the phone curled between my thighs that read 11:40 pm.
Fuck.
I'd been sitting in my damn car for an hour stunned by the sudden appearance of Silvio and unable to comprehend coherent thoughts.
After a couple of minutes, I finally found the courage to step out of my car, standing on shaky legs and exhaled a rough breath. Let's do this.
I didn't know what to expect back at my apartment, didn't know if he would have left or stayed behind. Hell, I didn't know what I wanted him to do.
I got off the elevator walking down the long hallway, the click-clack of my heels against the soft plush carpet. Almost slipping on my own heels, I caught myself quickly just before I managed to land face down on the carpet except.
I recognized the heavy, rough palm burning through the fabric of my dress. Coaxing my hidden skin with warm touches and forbidden intentions. A breathless gasp left my mouth as he steadied me upright flush against his body.
Smoldering olive-green eyes burning into mine, his jaw clenched as his eyes flickered down and narrowed at my heels. Almost like he was angry at a piece of inanimate object for the cause of my trip.
"Hey."
A rough grunt in response of words. Hello to you too. He bent down slowly imitating the pose of a fiancé proposing to his future wife except he wasn't proposing, and I was everything far from a blushing bride.
I opened my mouth, about to ask what the hell he was doing yet words caught in my throat as I watched him adjust the straps of my black stilettos.
It was rather domineering oddly erotic to watch a man as powerful as himself at my feet merely to adjust my heel straps. God help me.
"Thank you."
"Yeah." He peered into my eyes as he slowly extended into his full height, standing a few feet away from me but still close enough I could feel the vibrating warmth of his hard body and smell his husky cologne.
"How—how was your date?" He'd nearly stuttered over his words and Silvio Rossi was never speechless.
He wanted to know about my date. He knew about my date.
"I—" I looked up at him, a little speechless and unsure of what to say. What kind of witchery is this? "Good."
"Good." He nodded curtly still staring into my eyes. There was no expression in those olive-green eyes, just the rigid movement of his jaw ticking slightly and offering me a bird's view into what he was thinking about.
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We stood there for a minute, just staring, and watching each other, trapped under the intensity of our gaze and the silent but unspoken words in the corner of each lingering look.
"So." I tilted my head slightly and smiled. "Are we going to keep watching each other all night or are you going to move so I can get into my apartment?"
A slight smile curled the edge of his lips. "I'll move."
He took a few steps to the left offering me solace into my apartment and I quickly took it. Unlocking the door to my apartment, I left it slightly ajar hoping he would take the hint to come in. He wanted to talk; I wanted answers.
I waited a few minutes as I watched the ajar door, slipping off my black stilettos and reaching for the expensive glass of wine I'd kept in the cupboard for special events. Special events meaning my birthday.
He'd walked in just as I'd walked out of my bedroom in nothing but thin boy shorts and a t-shirt with the graphic of smurfs painted over. He slid his eyes down my body slowly, a hot sizzling look fizzled in his eyes like bubbles in a soda can.
I watched him watch me, with a pounding heart, warm cheeks, and throbbing pulse between my legs. I hated the fact that even in the little time he'd managed to invade my space again, it wasn't only my space he'd invaded.
My mind, soul, and heart.
It didn't change the fact that he'd lied to me or used me, my heart still found its way back to its commander. Threatening to break out of my chest and into his hand.
He pinned me with those dark green eyes. "Should have locked your door."
My heart warmed at his hoarse voice, a little strained yet gliding across my skin like a flush of cold air.
"Should have." I murmured and walked towards the smooth, pristine countertop. "But I'm a sucker for dangerous Mafia men with green eyes. Can't help it." I clicked my tongue as I watched him stalk towards me, effortlessly stunning as usual in a graphite gray suit.
I thought he would have cracked a smile or something at my idea of a causal joke, but I got nothing from him. The only response I received was a low, satisfied hum.
He slid across the bar stool, reaching towards his suit pants only to open his holster and placed a heavy, slim automatic on the countertop.
As I poured myself a glass of Beast's 1931 Chateau Pichon Lalande, I glanced down to where his fingers were curled in a fist by his side, noticing that once again those black gloves of his had made a reappearance.
"I want to apologize." He stared down at me, briefly eying the t-shirt I was wearing with a flicker of amusement in his gaze.
He cleared his throat then continued, "I told you I would leave forever without ever bothering you again and I did but—"
My heart skipped a beat. Fingers curled around the wine glass. "But..."
"I received a message from my men about your stalker and it seems he made a reappearance."
I swallowed hard, feeling my pulse quicker a little too fast and my gaze once clear and maintained on Silvio but it was now blurred and glazed over. He was back again.
He didn't say anything further, only kept his eyes on me like he was waiting for me to digest that piece of information.
A moment of silence passed between us before I spoke. "Is that why you're back?"
