Say It

Chapter 12: Flashback

Claudias POV:

It's been almost 30minutes since Cassie took off with that jack wad and I have yet to recieve a text from her. All I sent in my text was that I needed to talk to her. Hopefully it doesn't set her off. Once she gets in these moods like the past few days, she's mostly impossible to talk with. She shuts down at the slightiest inconvience. She was never one to take s**t from anyone; she always stood her ground. But what she does now is not the same. Trey tweaked something vital in her brain and its no longer a defence, it's neurotic. Her walls go up as her sense of understanding collapses. Each time, I lose my best friend just a little more. I don't how much more she can take until she breaks completely and the thought terrifies me.

A quick loud bang on the door drains my mind allowing reality to resurface. I hesitantly trudge to the door, peeping through the hole. I draw in one quick breath as it catches in my throat at the handsome features that are aluiminated by the porch light. I step back and shake my body to rid myself of the nerves and rub my thumbs onto the sides of my index finger. Finally, I step to unlock the door and pull it open with my best and brightest smile.

His head snaps in my direction with a smile that out shines mine by a mile. I swiftly move to the side and motion for him to come in. "I brought the food." He smiles and waltz to the counter setting it down, then turning back to me. "So any news?"

I sigh shaking my head joining him in our small kitchen. As I plop my self on a stool, he begins pulling food out nodding thoughtfully. "Are you sure it's the same guy? I don't mean to doubt you, but is there-" Before I can finish my sentence, he flips his phone my way with a photo of the very ass we are talking about and my shoulders slump. Of course. No such luck.

"I'm sorry, really." He finshes pulling everything out before asking where the plates were. As he grabs them, I sneak a peek at his nice round ass. The man was made from a greek mold. Every inch as nubile as the other. I must thank his parents if ever I meet them.

"And just what has you smirking little miss?" One eyebrow shoots up in curiousity as he glares at me.

"I'm not sure you're ready for that answer." I cheekily say and grin.

He sets the plates down and stalks toward me looking at me as if I'm his prey. His slow steps mock my faux confidence as it begins to waiver. Every step claiming me as his own. I should move. I should stop him. I should do anything but I'm frozen in complete excitement and delight. Who knew being stalked could so exhilirating?

He's finally standing only inches away from me. My knees already parted to accept him between them. His hot minty breath reaches my face, rolling down my neck forcing my body to queiver under his instense stare. He guides his fingers to softly brush my along my cheek shifting down across my jaw. "Whats the matter, neonata?"

Oh my, "panties." He lowly chuckles and shakes his head. My lips form a small 'O'. "I said that out loud... didn't I?" He nods. His intoxicating smile never leaving. He pulls away and I stifle the whimper threatening to escape, with a hard gulp.

He begins to fix our plates as I stare at the beautiful man full of mystery. Was he Italian or did he just speak it? I guess the mold that made him wasn't to far off. They are practically neighbors. As if he can read rumaging of my mind, he answers. "I'm Italian." He smirks at my dumbfolded expression and passes me a plate.

He takes a seat on the stool next to mine. "My mother is Italian." My eyes widen a little as I nod.

"Conosco l'italiano quando lo sento. (I know Italian when I hear it.)" Now it's his turn to stare. "È una bella lingua. Cassie ed io abbiamo studiato al college. (It's a beautiful language. Cassie and I learned in College.)" He continues to stare in amazment as his smile grows. I suddenly find myself growing sheepish and turn down to my food and begin to pick at it.

In one swift movement, he grips my chin to face him and crashes his beautifully soft lips to mine. Its raw and filled with passion and hunger. He's taking his fill and ridding hisself of a need. Our lips moving as one, I raise my hands to intangle them into the thick strands of charcoaled hair. His are strongly squeezing and pull at my hips to bring me closer to his body. His left hand sneaking to my back side grips hard releasing a moan into his mouth. Earning a rewarding groan from him, I hop from my stool completely without unattaching our lips to climb his body. He fills his large hands with my ass and pulls me the remainder of the distance. Wrapping my legs tightly around his waist, I slightly grind into his stiff member. He groans once more, digging deeper into my mouth as his tongue demands dominance and I grant it, more than willing to give it to him. Just as the kiss begins to move to the counter top, his phone rings startling us both to reality. I rest my forehead against his, panting heavily. He smiles as he pecks my lips and moves to answer his phone.

"Ciao mamma. Sì, sto facendo molto. Come stanno? (Hi, mom. Yes, I'm getting a lot done. How are they?)" He smirk at me watching intently as he speaks natively to his mom. He removes me, then his self from the stool and moves into the living space. I place myself back onto my stool and begin eating my food. Looking to stifle my sudden hunger while losing myself in the Italian flowing through my home. My phone pings and the name reminds me why that alluring Italian is here.

*C: If it's about Jameus, then I don't want to hear it.

I knew there was hole, but I hadn't realized how far she had dug. She was pushing away and rebelling against the wrong person here. I was only ever trying to help her and look out for her. I know she doesn't want to be trapped by Treys esape, but being reckless, stupid, and stubborn was not the way to go fix any of this. I think Lincoln may be the only one to pull her out this time.