DESIRED (BWWM)

In Which The Devil Shows His Face

★Adamantine★
[Unyielding or firm in attitude or opinion]
★Ad-uh-man-teen★

Renée's pov

I'm on my stomach in the bedroom crossing and uncrossing my feet in the air as I try to clear my thoughts.

Elijah left a while ago and my mother is sleeping off the hangover she came home with last night.

If I were you I'd stay the hell away from me.

Those eleven words keep playing on repeat in my head like a broken track record.

His words scare me like they would any sane person but is it weird that they also, maybe, a tiny little bit, excite me.

Of course it's weird! what the hell is wrong with you Renée.

I sigh as I turn over to my back and stare at the ceiling. Someone knocks on my door and I look at it sceptically, wondering if its mister 'stay the hell away'

I bite on the side of my thumb in consideration before getting up to go open it. If it was Elijah he wouldn't have knocked.
The boy who brought my bags in yesterday is standing outside running his hands through his hair nervously.

"Hi, William right?" I ask. Wondering why he's at my door or in the penthouse for that matter.

"Yeah and you're Renée," he states and i nod my head agreeing with him.

I am in fact Renée.

For some reason we start laughing until it awkwardly comes to an end. William runs his hands through his hair before speaking again.

"I'm just wondering if maybe. I mean only if you want to. I'm sorry but you're just really pretty and I'm wondering if you'd like to go have lunch with me or something?"

I smile at his obvious nervousness to cover my own, guys don't always ask me out so I never know what to say when they do. "You're asking me to have lunch with you?"

"Or something."

He says making me laugh. I seriously consider his invitation before giving him an answer.
"Yeah. Why not?"
"Wait seriously?" He asks seemingly surprised by my answer. I allow my eyes to take in his figure for the first time.

He has blonde shaggy hair and wide blue eyes and the imprint of his muscles peeking out from his shirt hints that he works out. "Yeah seriously," I say repeating myself. It's not like I have anyone else to show me around and I could really really use the distraction.
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"So Mr. Alejandro is your stepfather?"
William asks and I scowl down at my coffee cup. He had taken me to a small coffee shop not too far from the hotel.
"I wouldn't call him my stepfather exactly. I like to think of him as the arrogant pig-head that's married to my mother," I say and he smiles.

I scrunch my nose when he takes a sip of his coffee and grimace at my own cup. I didn't want him to feel bad when he ordered the disgusting drink, so I put a smile on my face and accepted the abomination unto earth.

"What's it like?"

"Which part? living with a notorious criminal? Or living with a notorious criminal that's married to my mother?" I ask sarcastically.

"Touchy subject huh?"

"You wouldn't believe," I say as Elijah's words play over in my brain.

If I were you I'd stay the hell away from me.

A shiver runs down my spine when I recall our shouting session. "Noted," he says nodding his head gravely.

"In that case, want to hear about the time I may or may not have eaten a tampon?" He ask making me laugh loudly, causing people in the café to stare at us. If I had any coffee in my mouth I would have done a spit take. I love doing spit takes.
  
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