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She had a crush on me?
“Cat, I was still helping you take baths when you were seven. What the fuck did you know about having a crush?”
“And here we are now, ten years later, and I’m helping you to take a bath.” We closed the vicious fucking circle. “I don’t know, I just always liked to look at you, even when I was a little girl. I used to sneak out of my bedroom at night and watch you hang out with papà and my brother. For a while, I thought I was so fascinated with you because you were such a mystery. I mean, I always felt like I knew everything about you because you were always in my life, but you keep everything so hidden, I don’t know anything about you. You never talked to me – hell – you barely talk to me now.”
The princess was more perceptive than I thought. Catherinelle was in my eyesight all my life because she was up there on her golden throne with the rest of her family, but half of my life she was a kid. Her being all grown up had snuck up on me, almost like one day last year she went to bed with pigtails and freckles and woke up with boobs. I always thought she was just the pretty face, the spoiled young girl her family wanted her to be. The girl who liked to drag me through the shops on 5th for hours and had to go to have her nails done twice a month. What a fool I was. There were a lot of layers to her beauty, and every time I discovered a new one, I became more hooked on her.
“You want a man who’s a smooth talker, princess?”
She moved on to washing the backs of my arms.
“I’m fine with you. You make me work for it, and I kinda like it, but one day I’ll have you all figured out.”
She was into the chase, but it made sense. I was not a fucking prize, and she knew she’d end up with a better man, someone who had that same Italian blue blood as her and wasn’t born to serve others, but who didn’t enjoy a good hunt? I was her fun, her rebellious stage, and it was too late to turn around.
“I also love your ass,” she said and sank her manicured red nails, that had already left marks up and down my body, into my butt cheeks. The move was lustful and possessive.
“When did you turn so nasty, princess?” I mocked her but flexed one of my cheeks to taunt her.
“I can’t help it. How much do you work out for this backside?”
“Three times a week.” Religiously. “And once a week, I have a long workout mixed with fight training.”
“Oh, really? How long?”
“Three-four hours.” Six…ten...twelve hours when I was fighting my monsters.
“Is that’s why you disappear every Wednesday? To work out.”
For a moment, I thought the shower water had turned to fucking ice. Stress hit me in the back of the head, and I tightened up, my muscles turning to knots. She was pushing on a gate that I wasn’t willing to open.
“No.”
“But?” Her response was almost instant.
“Business.”
“Are you back to one-word answers?”
I turned to look her in the eye, annoyed and angry. Not at her, but because I let myself become trapped into this situation.
“Drop it, Cat. It’s none of your business.”
“Ok. I’m sorry.”
But she was talking to my back already because I walked out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked away. On my way out the bedroom, my eyes fell on the few drops of blood that were staining the immaculate white bedspread, and I felt a metallic taste crawling to my mouth. I was the world’s biggest jerk to leave her like that after I just took her fucking virginity, but I needed to put some space between us to contain all the things that I was feeling right now. Her simple question made me feel like a caged animal. I was angry that someone would try to see into that piece of my life
I was enraged, but not at her, at my fucking self.
