Honest

ten

I really bought the Buick. It was black and shiny and I loved it. I'll probably have to leave it at his house, but it doesn't matter.

I loved it while I could. We were great together, and...even though we were meant to be forever, it was beautiful while it lasted.

On my back to his house, I got a strange call.

“Where have you been?”

“Brandon?" why the hell is he calling me?

“I'm coming to where you are," He says, as I pull up in the driveway.

“Um...what?”

I step into the house, which is unlocked. He really should lock his doors, it's unsafe even for a criminal like him.

“Just stay there I'm coming."

He hangs up, and I go with it. It's not like he really knows where I am.

“Hey, criminal! I got your pizza pie.”

He comes into the kitchen, with no shirt and some sweats.

He's a criminal. But a hot criminal.

Who gave him the right to wear clothes anyway?

Snap out of it, Desiree. You have to leave before he decides to flambay your liver.

“Did you get the Buick?" He asks, going into the box and getting a slice.

“Yeah. It's out front."

He nods. “I almost thought you took the money and ran,” He swallowed with a smile. “But you came back.” He laughed. “Which... is good because I would've hunted you down and set you on fire."

I rear back. “What?”

“What?" he c***s his head. “Want a slice?”

He's so random.

“No. I'm gonna go now. I'll leave the Buick. Your card is on the table."

He waves me away. “No, take the Buick. It's the least I can do. You're so cute in throes of pleasure, you deserve it.”

I look away, my face hot.

“Well, anyway, bye. Thanks for... y'know the s*x. And...stuff.”

He nods. “Of course. If you ever want another, just swing by.”

Really? Cause I just might.

“Alright. Well...bye.”

I turn around to leave.

“Actually—”

Someone bangs on the door, interrupting his sentence.

I looks to him. He looks at me. “Open it," He shrugs, mouthful of pizza.

I roll my eyes, going to the door. And who stands here but Brandon.

“Where is he?" he hisses.

“Who is it, gattina?”

He comes up behind me, with a smile. “Oh, you must be the fiancée. Hey, I'm Giuseppe Vitale,” He offers his hand, “I'm f*****g your girlfriend and there's nothing you can do about it.”