Punished

He is the boss of what?

I wake with a start, but quickly scan my surroundings and remember the events of last night. My eyes stop on Marco, still asleep on his back with the sheet only covering his nether region. My God, his body was molded from Aphrodite herself. My mouth starts to water as I remember what he felt like slamming into me from behind, then like a hammer I remember my orgasm. Normally this would be a great memory, but I asked him to hurt me. Almost worse then that, he enjoyed it. Now a little nauseated, and embarrassed at what happened, I slowly creep out of his bed. Whatever that was last night, it can’t happen again. I keep that part of myself locked very deep for a good reason. It’s never good when it skims the surface, and no one will ever have power over my body again. I shake those thoughts out of my head as I take one final glance and the male perfection lying on the bed. If only, I could allow myself to believe it’s possible, but it’s not. And I don’t believe in fairy tales. I make my way down the stairs, heels in hand, thankful I had slipped my phone into my bag. That would have been a b***h to search for. I’m stepping off of the last step, making sure I have all of my s**t, when I almost collide with Carlos. Goddamnit, I gasp and catch myself before plowing into him. Carlos! Hey, Um, I have shifts soon and I need to get home. It was only a small lie, I do have shifts, but not for another 2 days. I smile as I try to sidestep him out the front door. Um, Miss, I think it would be best if you would allow me to assist you home. I do not believe Mr Herrera would be happy if I did not see you home. I find it odd he would feel this way, as I am only a one night stand and nothing else, but I agree to allow Carlos to drive me. As I put my key in the door I’m saying a silent prayer that Cara is still asleep. The shrill high pitched scream I heard as I opened the door let me know that she in fact is not still asleep. Laughing at her, as she jumps up and down shrieking about hot guys this and steamy one night stands that. I can’t make out everything through the high pitched shrieks. Finally as I put my stuff down and fall into my chair, she calms down enough to ask my to fill her in on all details surrounding my night. I’m told to tell her everything and then a serious looks passed across her face so quickly I almost missed it. You tell me everything she says, and then I’ll tell you about Alex. Now a little apprehensive about her reaction, I call her out on it. We don’t keep secrets and I’m not going to allow it to start now. What was that look for Cara? I’m not saying a word until you tell me what it is. Well fine, then I’ll tell you about Alex, she answers stubbornly. He is sooo hot, covered in tattoos, he rides a Harley, and he gave me more orgasms then I can count. She fans herself as she falls to the couch beside me. I chuckle at her dramatic ass, but I’m getting irritated. I raise my voice a little and ask again, Cara what the f**k was that look for? She takes a deep breath and continues about Alex. Well his full name is Alex Herrera. And she looked at me, like that was supposed to answer something. Okay? And? The guy I was with is Marco Herrera, so what? I know they are cousins. I become more irritated but nervous as she googles a New York times article and hands me her phone. There on the front is a picture of both Alex and Marco with an older lady walking out of a restaurant. The title of the article read, New Boss in town, my stomach sank as I read on to learn the most feared and most brutal crime family now has a new leader in the wake of his fathers death. Reading his name, the page blurred. It can’t be. Surely I’m a better judge of character then that. How could I be so reckless? But everything made sense, the security, the constant composure. Oh, no. Not happening! Cara, we can not see them again. It was fun, yes, but this is not a tv show. They hurt people, we have seen it at work. The look on her face said she was no longer listening as she stood. I don’t care what you do Miranda, but we deserve to have fun! I am seeing Alex again tomorrow, if you don’t like it then tough. You can ruin your own fun, but just leave me alone. With that my best friend turned around and walked into her room slamming the door. That ended the first fight we have had in a very long time. Feeling very defeated and a little angry that Marco wasn’t more forthcoming with who he was, I head into the bathroom to take a shower. Maybe I can wash away the day and start over.